In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Hmm." Morgan came over carrying a steaming hot meal. "Since it's for preparing for battle, of course we need to create an environment that's favorable to ourselves. That's a basic quality of a magician."

Looking at the exquisite food in front of him, Yanan pondered for a moment and said, "Then... Sister Wang, could you transform the entire city into a magic workshop?"

Morgan paused slightly, her lake-blue eyes looking at him: "You mean... the temple?"

“Hmm.” Yanan nodded. The temple is the highest form of magic workshop, and it is generally only beings close to the level of gods who can construct it.

“Hmm…it’s not impossible.” Morgan sat opposite Anahn and thought for a moment before saying, “However, I discovered that there is already a temple of another god in this city. That should be the guardian god of this city. Doing this might arouse the hostility of that god.”

“There’s no need to worry about that,” Yanan smiled meaningfully. “I assure you, that deity will have absolutely no objection to it.”

Chapter Five: The Shameful Goddess Ishtar, Here We Go!

The next morning, Anaen arrived at the Tower of Gods. Siduri had brought him news the night before, and after much pleading and cajoling, Gilgamesh finally "reluctantly" agreed to receive treatment, but on the condition that it not be made public.

This was not only out of the king's pride, but also to avoid damaging the image of Gilgamesh as the "spiritual pillar" in the hearts of the people of Uruk.

Uruk is now like a small boat teetering on the brink of collapse in a storm, but thanks to Captain Gilgamesh, everyone is united in their determination, braving the wind and waves, and overcoming all obstacles.

But if Gilgamesh were to fall one day, the ship would instantly fall apart.

Perhaps it was because of this heavy pressure that Gilgamesh used such desperate actions to maintain the normal operation of Uruk.

"Give this stone slab to the captain of the guard and have him arrange and deploy the defenses according to the defenses I designed. It's harvest season now, and the enemy might secretly send some magical beasts to harass us. We can't let those beasts disrupt the farm's order."

"A report from the front lines indicates that a supply line has been attacked by monsters, and supplies are down by 10% compared to last month. My soldiers cannot fight on empty stomachs. I have ordered my personal guard to lead thirty elite soldiers to wipe out all the monster lairs along the way, leaving no cubs untouched."

“The herders of Nicholl were attacked by monsters. The goddess Ishtar appeared and dealt with the monsters, and also took away one-tenth of the livestock. After that, she took all the herders’ savings. In the end, the losses were 20% greater than before… Tell the temple to reduce the offerings for next month by another 20%, and then use that money to compensate the herders.”

As soon as Anahn stepped into the tower, he heard Gilgamesh's powerful voice. He sat on his throne and distributed stone tablets one by one, issuing orders to his ministers who were waiting for instructions. The ministers who received the tablets said yes and then hurriedly left the tower, without ever glancing at Anahn, this unfamiliar face.

"Greetings, Lord Anahn." Siduri approached gracefully and gave Anahn an elegant bow. "Did you sleep well last night? Would you like to move to a different room?"

“No need, I’m quite comfortable in that house, it has a cozy atmosphere.” Yanan waved his hand with a smile. What he didn’t say was that the house had now been converted into a magic workshop by Morgan, and no one else could live there anymore except for them.

“Then I’m relieved.” Siduri smiled slightly. Now, Anan is the only person who can save Gilgamesh. As Gilgamesh’s most trusted minister and the leader of the priests, she cannot be careless in this matter.

"Did Gilgamesh stay up all night again last night?" Anan glanced at the thick stack of clay tablets next to the throne and almost immediately guessed the truth.

“Last night I advised the king to rest, but he said, ‘Now that there is a cure, I have even less need to rest.’” Siduri sighed with a wry smile. “In short, everything is in Lord Anain’s hands.”

“Of course, since I brought this up, I will do my best to fulfill it,” Yanan said with a smile, reassuring the somewhat uneasy head priestess.

Gilgamesh noticed Anan's arrival from the beginning, but only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before looking away. The speed at which he distributed the stone tablets and issued orders was not affected in the slightest.

Anan knew it wasn't the time to disturb them, so he quietly leaned against the stone pillar, waiting for the morning meeting to end.

As his ministers departed, the vast tower quickly became empty. Gilgamesh lowered his head slightly, trying not to let anyone see the lingering weariness between his brows.

"You may all leave," Siduri said to the guards around her.

The guards exchanged glances, then looked at the king on the throne. Seeing that the king did not object, they nodded, said "Yes," and lined up to leave the tower.

Inside the tower where only three people remained, apart from the occasional sound of wind, almost no sound could be heard, a stark contrast to the previous clamor.

"Working at such high intensity for seven days and eight nights straight, even a demigod couldn't withstand it. Are you really planning to work yourself to death on this throne?" With crisp footsteps, Anan walked up the steps towards Gilgamesh.

“A king is the one who leads all things and bears the weight of the world. Since you sit in this position, there are certain responsibilities that you cannot shirk.” Gilgamesh raised his head, his expression returning to its calm and composed state. “Enough with the meaningless nonsense. Begin your treatment. I have a lot of official business to attend to later.”

Yanan shook his head and summoned the Black Abyss White Flower.

Looking at the black and white knight's lance, a hint of panic flashed across Siduri's face, but out of trust in Anan, she abruptly stopped herself from taking the step she was about to take.

"Oh? Is this your Noble Phantasm?" Gilgamesh's face showed a look of great interest. "Interesting. It's a Noble Phantasm that even I have never seen before."

There are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. No one can claim to know everything.

Anan said calmly, and before Gilgamesh could utter a rebuttal, he plunged the Black Abyss White Flower into Gilgamesh's shoulder.

Siduri's eyes widened as she covered her mouth, trying her best not to scream. The scene before her was indeed too shocking; if others saw it, they would probably faint on the spot.

The patterns on the holy lily lit up one by one, and a continuous stream of life force flowed along the gun shaft into Gilgamesh's body, nourishing his body, which was on the verge of collapse, like a gentle rain from heaven. He leaned back on the throne, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in the dead of winter, his face filled with an undisguised joy.

Seeing this, Siduri's heart, which had been in her throat, gradually calmed down. She patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, Anan pulled out the Black Abyss White Flower. Gilgamesh opened his eyes, a fleeting look of lingering affection flashing across his crimson eyes before returning to calm.

He stood up, stretched a bit, and feeling his body regain its vitality. He nodded in satisfaction and patted Yanan's shoulder vigorously, just like a boss praising a subordinate.

"Well done, no, I should say you did very well. I can't even find the right words to praise you. Tell me, what kind of reward do you want? I can give you any treasure you desire."

“Forget about treasures, I’m not interested in those things.” Yanan shook his head. “However, there is something I do want to discuss with you.”

"Oh, tell me about it?" Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow with interest.

After a long while, Gilgamesh sat on the throne, one hand supporting his face and the other tapping the armrest, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Transforming the entire city into a temple... that sounds like a good idea. If it really succeeds, the power your queen sister can wield here will probably be terrifying."

"This can be considered as adding a layer of protection to the final battle." Yanan shrugged. Although he didn't know exactly how powerful Morgan was now, he figured she was already close to the level of a god. If she were to have a city-level temple as a pillar, the power she could unleash would probably be enough to instantly kill a god.

This is the Age of Gods, where the aetheric atmosphere is far stronger than in Britain, and the roots are more easily accessible. For a top magician like Morgan, there is no better stage to showcase his skills.

"Speaking of which, your idea does coincide somewhat with one of my plans."

Gilgamesh's plan was naturally the secret weapon he prepared for Tiamat, the Divine Seal (Melammu'Dingir). Specifically, it involved building 360 cannons on the walls of Uruk and launching Noble Phantasms as cannonballs. Only Gilgamesh, who possessed the royal treasury, could pull off such an extravagant and wasteful tactic.

However, although it was just a simple launch and detonation, the amount of magic power required was an immeasurable astronomical figure. Even if this body were exhausted, it probably wouldn't be able to fill that terrifying chasm. Therefore, from the moment he made this plan, Gilgamesh was prepared to die, which was something he never mentioned to outsiders.

However, if Morgan were to transform Uruk into a temple, she could fully utilize the spiritual veins beneath the city. Before these veins dried up, the magical power she could draw upon would be inexhaustible, enough to complete the consumption of the divine seal.

While it is a great disrespect to entrust the king's treasures to outsiders to squander, if the king can protect his people with some material possessions, then he will not care about such an offense. In the end, a true nation is made up of living, breathing people, not cold, inanimate objects.

“Yes, I have made my decision.” Gilgamesh sat up straight, his crimson serpent eyes looking at Anan. “Go ahead and do it; it is the king’s permission.”

“Please wait a moment, Your Majesty,” Siduri said worriedly. “It’s best to discuss this matter with Princess Ishtar. Otherwise, given the goddess’s personality, she might fly into a rage if she finds out that her temple has been replaced.”

“Whether we discuss it or not, it’s all the same. How could that capricious goddess possibly agree to such a thing?” Gilgamesh waved his hand casually. “Uruk is my territory. Everything on this land only needs to follow my will. As for that goddess who is good for nothing but causing trouble, hmph, she should be grateful for my mercy for being able to enjoy my offerings for so long.”

"Huh!? I can't pretend I didn't hear such offensive words!"

"boom--"

A deafening roar echoed through the temple, smashing a large hole in the intricately patterned ceiling. A slender figure descended from the hole, with a massive, magnificent crossbow floating beside her like a guardian.

Her beautiful long black hair fluttered as she shook it in dissatisfaction. Dressed in revealing clothes that exuded an aura of holiness and inviolability, the girl floated in mid-air above the temple with her arms crossed, looking down at Gilgamesh. Her delicate and pretty face was filled with arrogance and ill intent, making it clear at first glance that she was definitely someone who knew how to get things done.

"How pathetic, Gilgamesh. I've heard that even a demigod couldn't endure working continuously for seven days and seven nights." The goddess sat on the giant bow with her legs crossed, her face full of mockery. "If you obediently kneel down and offer me praise, then I might consider helping you through this crisis."

"Hahahaha~ Poor goddess Ishtar, it seems you don't quite understand what's about to happen to you?" Gilgamesh laughed as he sat on his throne, his face full of mockery.

"Oh~ Even on the verge of death, you still have such an arrogant face." Ishtar narrowed her eyes, and the air suddenly thickened with tension. However, the unpredictable goddess then waved her hand. "Never mind, I didn't come here to cause you trouble. Where are my offerings? Shouldn't today be the day for the people to offer me their tributes?"

"Tribute? Hahahaha~~" As if he had heard a funny joke, Gilgamesh once again let out his demonic laughter. "Ishtar, did you accidentally fall from the sky and break your head? Don't you know how much damage you have caused to the people of Uruk? And you still have the nerve to ask me for tribute?"

"Well... wasn't I just trying to protect the people of Uruk...?" Ishtar rolled her eyes guiltily. "I did fight off so many monsters, so it's not unreasonable for me to take some reward!"

"Hmph, how pathetic. As a goddess, you still have to steal the wealth of ordinary people. You can't find another goddess as shameful as you anywhere in the world." Gilgamesh laughed without any restraint.

"Hey, you bastard, don't go too far! Do you really think I won't dare to make a move just because this is Uruk?" Ishtar said angrily.

Gilgamesh took out a top-quality lapis lazuli from his treasury. The flawless gem immediately captivated Ishtar's gaze, and Ishtar was left speechless.

"Given your disgraceful image and the enormous losses you have caused the people of Uruk, I have decided to dismiss you." Gilgamesh flicked his hand, and the lapis lazuli stone arced through the air before landing on the ground. "From this day forward, the guardian deity of Uruk has changed."

"What, what did you say?!" These words, like a bolt from the blue, snapped Ishtar out of her reverie over the allure of the lapis lazuli. Her ruby ​​eyes stared at Gilgamesh in disbelief. "So, you mean I'll stop offering tributes from now on?"

"Isn't this only natural?" Gilgamesh smiled with pleasure as he looked at Ishtar, who seemed to have suffered a major blow. "By the way, your temple will soon be inherited by the sister of the guy next to me. Although she is a magician, her strength is no less than yours. Most importantly, she is much more responsible than you. This is quite a worthwhile deal."

"What a joke! To compare me, a goddess, to a mortal? There should be a limit to insults."

Ishtar turned to look at Anahn, her eyes gradually being filled with a ferocious golden light.

"I'll show you what the wrath of a goddess really means!"

Chapter Six: The Goddess's Defeat

Anyone familiar with Mesopotamian mythology knows just how troublesome the goddess of Venus, Ishtar, is. Words like capricious, willful, and capricious seem to have been designed specifically for her. Even if you search through all the major mythologies, it's hard to find anyone who can compare to her.

So when Ishtar turned her murderous intent towards him, Anahn knew he was in deep trouble.

But what does this have to do with him? He didn't say a single word from beginning to end...

Looking up at the culprit on the throne, Anan clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to drag him down and beat him up. He took a deep breath, turned to Ishtar, and gave her a kind smile: "Your Highness, this is all a misunderstanding. We had no intention of replacing you; we simply wished to borrow your temple..."

"A mere mortal trying to bargain with a goddess? You're not qualified!"

A chilling aura emanated from her golden pupils. Ishtar raised her arm, and a magic missile shot out.

Anan turned to the side, and the missile grazed his hair before slamming into the steps in front of the throne, shattering into a shower of rocks with a loud bang.

Yanan's pupils contracted slightly as he watched this scene; this guy was serious!

"Oh? You reacted pretty quickly. So, how about this move?"

Ishtar released the Skyship and Maana swooped down, wielding a magnificent golden longsword and thrusting it straight at Anahn's heart.

Anan dodged Ishtar's thrust by sidestepping, while simultaneously gripping the blade of the golden sword with his right hand covered in fine dragon scales. He then bent his right knee slightly and slammed it into Ishtar's abdomen like a cannonball.

It would hurt a lot if I got hit by that!

"Whoaaaaah—" Ishtar released the golden sword, retreating barefoot onto the floor. A lingering fear remained on her delicate face as she patted her meager chest and let out a long breath.

"Thank goodness, that was close, we were almost done for."

“Not bad, Ishtar.” Gilgamesh sat leisurely on his throne, a look of pleasure in his crimson serpent eyes. “Seeing you in such a sorry state has dispelled all my fatigue for the day. If you could put on an even better performance, I might consider restoring your status as a guardian deity.”

"Are you here to sabotage your teammates?" Yanan glanced speechlessly at this person who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, wishing he could sew the other person's mouth shut.

He had no intention of fighting Ishtar in the first place. Not to mention that she was an important ally in the fight against Tiamat, the more important thing was that the system required him to bring this goddess of Venus to his side.

He had already figured out how to win them over. After all, in this singularity, there were no goddesses easier to win over than the sisters Ishtar and Ereshkigal. As long as he could cater to their preferences and use some clever words, winning over these two goddesses would be a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, at this crucial juncture, Gilgamesh's provocation led Ishtar to directly target him, which couldn't be more infuriating.

"Stop being so smug, Gilgamesh. Once I've dealt with this guy, it'll be your turn next!"

Ishtar glared at Gilgamesh through gritted teeth, then turned to Yanan, her face darkening instantly: "Human, I admit you do have some strength, but I am the mistress of the sky, the goddess who controls harvest and war. Daring to touch the goddess's weapon, this sin must be paid for with your blood, Maana!"

The colossal bow of the sky, standing in mid-air, turned and aimed at Anan, its surging magic filling the barrel and spewing out a dazzling light.

"Your life is mine to take personally. Launch!"

A magical cannonball, as powerful as a mortar, shot out. Yanan raised his hand and waved his hand, and a spatial rift opened up out of thin air, swallowing the magical cannonball. At the same time, another rift opened in front of Ishtar, and the magical cannonball that had just been swallowed immediately flew out from it.