The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

"Ha, Merlin taught you illusion magic?"

Ritsuka's eyes widened.

Considering Medea's later exploits, if she were also equipped with illusion magic on par with Merlin's...

No, that's not the point.

Ritsuka tossed her hair and cheered herself up.

"Miss Medea, what is the current situation?"

To Ritsuka's dismay, Medea shook her head decisively after thinking for a moment.

"Actually... I'm not really sure either."

"Miss Medea doesn't know either?"

Lily frowned and pressed for an answer.

"It seems that the Master doesn't want us to get involved in what's to come. It's probably for our own good. After all, if we don't count the gods over there, our fighting strength is really insufficient."

Medea shook her head again, then her expression turned serious.

"But I have a very bad feeling."

"Does it feel bad...?"

Mashu chimed in at this point, and Medea nodded in response.

"So, I hope you can all come with me on this trip."

"Shall we make a trip?"

Ritsuka hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat troubled.

“However, we have very important information that we must deliver to Orpheus…”

Although Merlin's dying words were quite mystical, that was no reason for them to ignore them, after all, Merlin was quite professional at being a charlatan.

Those words must be relayed to Orpheus.

"is it?"

Medea touched her lips, then looked at Quetzal.

“Indeed, we can’t ignore the Master’s side… In that case, why not just send someone to deliver a message? We already have enough combat power here.”

Ritsuka's lips twitched.

Why does it seem like Medea's real reason for seeking out her as her Master is for the super-powerful goddess she's bound to?

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In Uruk, the citizens were evacuating in an orderly manner, and at the very back of the procession stood a middle-aged man in a priest's robe with a resolute face, his hands behind his back.

"A monster has scaled the walls and stormed into the city!"

Just then, a voice came from afar, causing the highest-ranking middle-aged priest's expression to change slightly.

That was the voice of the young priest he had assigned to observe from the city wall.

As expected, there were simply too many monsters. Even with the goddesses' help, they couldn't completely stop them.

"What about the quantity?"

"It's not many yet, but they're pouring in non-stop. The city guards stationed on the city walls won't be able to hold them off for much longer."

The young priest wasn't out of breath from running, but his expression showed some tension and anxiety.

The middle-aged priest nodded.

The evacuation is almost complete; we just need to stall for a little longer...

With a determined look in his eyes, the middle-aged priest patted the young priest on the shoulder.

"The task of guiding the people is now entrusted to you."

"what?"

Before the young priest could react, he felt his body lighten, and the longsword at his waist had been snatched away by the middle-aged priest.

"Let's go too."

The other priests heard about the situation and nodded in agreement. They then took out their weapons and gathered around the middle-aged priest, but a few of the younger priests were forcibly left behind.

They are the spark of Uruk.

Led by the middle-aged priest, the group of priests strode toward the direction of the monster.

This is an era where power can disregard rules; without some skill in wielding weapons, one could never have reached their current position.

Rather, their fighting prowess might be stronger than their competence.

It should be more than enough to at least hold off those monsters.

As he walked along the road, the middle-aged priest suddenly heard the sound of armor vibrating and raised an eyebrow.

From around the corner ahead, a group of about fifty fully armed black-armored warriors approached.

"grown ups."

The leading warrior bowed slightly and paid his respects to the priests.

"Didn't you... say your mission was to protect the temple?"

The middle-aged priest frowned.

These Orpheus's direct troops are good in every way, except that they are a bit too rigid. If Orpheus says one thing, they will never do another. Of course, this may be a virtue for soldiers, but when the priests are refused support because of this, it is hard for them not to feel resentful.

The leading warrior remained expressionless as he looked at the middle-aged priest.

"In accordance with King Orpheus's latest orders, we will assist you in resisting the invading monsters."

"Yeah."

The middle-aged priest nodded with his usual aloofness before realizing what was happening and his eyes widened.

"Wait, the king is back?"

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Sidduri slowly regained consciousness.

During her coma, the final transformation was completed automatically, and abundant dragon power flowed through her body, making her condition more perfect than ever before.

The current Siduri can no longer be called human.

Pureblood dragons can create familiars simply from their blood, so modifying an ordinary human would be no problem at all.

Although he hasn't reached the level of a true pure-blooded dragon, Siduri's bloodline is already high enough to be considered a superior species among dragons.

Her mind was still a little hazy at this moment, and she only felt a soft sensation at the back of her head.

"Well……"

Opening his eyes in a daze, the first thing that caught Siduri's eye was Orpheus's delicate little face... upside down.

"king!?"

Hiduri sat up in surprise.

"Hiddeni, are you awake?"

"Your Majesty, just now..."

Sidduri glanced at Orpheus's thighs, which were hidden under his robe, blushed slightly, and then coughed.

She now feels an unusual closeness to Orpheus, as if she were facing a blood relative, which makes her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, when did you return?"

After adjusting his mindset as a subordinate, Siduri bowed and asked.

"just."

"Then congratulations on your safe return, Your Majesty. But what is your current situation?"

Hiduri was used to Orpheus's unsubstantial answers and his quick transition to the questions he was truly concerned about.

Orpheus nodded and waved his hand to unfold a screen.

In the footage, the city guards and the disgusting monsters are locked in a fierce battle, but the situation is already quite clear: the city guards are retreating steadily and obviously cannot hold out for much longer. Meanwhile, a large number of monsters are using the surrounding buildings to bypass the city guards and head directly towards the center of Uruk.

This sight made Siddur's heart tighten.

"My lord, please make a move!"

Chapter 107 Fortress City

Standing guard at the main road leading to the temple, the middle-aged priest raised one hand.

Around him, fifty warriors formed a five-layered shield wall, with their spears positioned above them.

Ahead of them, the horde of monsters surged toward them like waves.

The middle-aged priest remained calm as he raised his longsword high.

"O goddess Inanna, protector of Uruk, grant us the power of Venus!"

The golden starlight that had been twinkling in the sky above the southern walls of Uruk suddenly split off and descended into the formation of the Uruk warriors. The weapons and armor of these fifty men were also enveloped in golden light, and their aura rose steadily.

Then, steadfastly ignoring the shout that seemed to come along with the golden light—"Damn it, who stole my power?"—the middle-aged priest sheathed his sword, and the remaining golden light swirled around its blade.

"what!"

Then, the priest shouted and slammed his longsword down!

Boom!

The slash imbued with the power of Venus flashed by, and the first wave of monsters that attacked were instantly wiped out!

Looking at the buildings of Uruk that had been blasted apart by the aftershocks, the middle-aged priest frowned slightly, then shouted again.

"Prepare!"

The next moment, countless monsters shot out from the billowing smoke and dust, landing directly into the formation!