In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A slight smile appeared on Yanan's lips.

Just as he predicted, once he grasped the weaknesses of these goddesses, dealing with them became very easy.

Now that Venus has been dealt with, all that remains is...

Just then, Ishtar suddenly stretched her foot out in front of Anahn.

Yanan: ?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and kiss my instep." Ishtar tilted her head and looked at the bewildered Anahn with an air of entitlement. "Now that I'm a Servant, I should at least make a proper contract with him."

Yanan: ......

Chapter Seventeen: The Mistress of the Underworld

"You're really rude. I'm a goddess, for goodness' sake. Can't you show me some respect?"

On the way back to Uruk, Ishtar kept complaining to Anahn, "All I wanted was for you to kiss the back of my foot, and you refused without even thinking about it! It really hurts this goddess's heart. Do you know how many people would kill for this?

However, no matter what she said, Yanan remained unmoved, as if she couldn't hear her.

Respect for gods? Where do you think my god-killing nature comes from?

I've already killed more than ten gods with my own hands!

“What a boring man,” Ishtar muttered, for at that moment she even missed Gilgamesh a little.

At least that man could bicker and argue with her, which was much more interesting than this rock-solid guy.

But with such a long journey, we need to find something to do to pass the time, right?

Ishtar's eyes darted around, and she suddenly asked, "Human, do you know who Uruk's enemy is right now?"

“My name is Anahn,” Anahn replied without turning his head. “As for the enemy you speak of, are you referring to the Alliance of the Three Goddesses?”

“That’s right, it seems your information isn’t too outdated.” Ishtar crossed her arms. “In the Three Goddess Alliance, there is a pillar goddess called the Beast Goddess. It is she who conceived and drove those beasts to attack the territory of the Uruk people. By some coincidence, I happened to learn one of her secrets.”

"How about it? If you're willing to kiss my feet right now and pledge your loyalty to me, then I'll tell you this precious secret."

Ishtar wore a smug smile; she was certain that this man couldn't possibly refuse her request.

This is a secret related to the gods; how could mortals possibly resist such temptation?

"The secret you mentioned, is it that the true identity of the Beast Goddess is Gorgon?" Yanan replied calmly.

"You actually knew that?!" Ishtar was instantly startled.

“In fact, I have already met the Goddess of Warcraft,” Yanan continued.

"Is...is that so?" Ishtar's lips twitched slightly. "Then you're really lucky to have escaped from her grasp...that guy's Mystic Eyes are terrifying, but of course, in front of me, Ishtar, such petty tricks are nothing..."

“The Goddess of Warcraft is dead,” Yanan said calmly. “I killed her.”

"Oh, I see..." Ishtar nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized what she meant, her voice instantly rising several decibels, "What did you say!?"

She lunged at Yanan, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, her eyes wide like saucers: "You said you killed the Goddess of the Beasts!? Really!?"

“I have no reason to lie about something like this.” Yanan slapped Ishtar’s hand away. “If you don’t believe me, you can go to the front lines when you have time. The monster hordes there have already retreated. That’s the best proof that the Goddess of Monsters is dead.”

Ishtar circled Anarn, sniffing the air with her delicate nose, and muttered to herself, "It really is the aura of the Beast Goddess. I didn't even notice it before..."

She chuckled self-deprecatingly: "A mortal killing a god? I never thought I'd actually encounter something like this one day."

"Wait, something's not right..."

She leaned close to Yanan and sniffed, a look of suspicion in her eyes: "You also have the aura of another god on you."

“You must be talking about Quetzalcoatl,” Anahn said calmly. “I’ve met her before.”

"You...you didn't kill her too, did you...?" For some reason, a chill ran down Ishtar's spine.

“How could that be? That goddess had no intention of destroying humanity, so I only fought with her.” Yanan shook his head. “Now she has joined the Uruk camp.”

An image flashed through Ishtar's mind: Anarn relentlessly beating Quetzalcoatl, grinning maliciously as he did so, shouting, "Will you join Uruk? Will you join Uruk?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shiver.

Those who want to destroy humanity will be killed; those who don't want to destroy humanity will be fought until the other side agrees to join their side.

This guy seems so gentle on the surface, but he's actually such a violent person!?

For a moment, Ishtar couldn't help but feel glad she had agreed quickly; otherwise, if she had waited any longer...

However, he was, after all, the city god of Uruk. He shouldn't use such violent methods on him, right?

Probably not...

Just as Ishtar was lost in thought, Anahn suddenly said, "Speaking of the secrets of the gods, I happen to know a secret that concerns you. Would you like to know it?"

"Secrets related to me?" Ishtar paused, then waved her hand. "Don't joke around. How could I not know my own affairs, especially since you're just a mortal..."

“Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld,” Anahn said quietly, looking into Ishtar’s red eyes, “she descended with you.”

"Wait, wait, wait! Ereshkigal? She's been resurrected too?" Ishtar's eyes widened. "How could this happen?! Among the Mesopotamian gods who retain divinity in this era, shouldn't I be the only one? What's going on?!"

“That’s normal.” Anan calmly looked at the Venus goddess, whose face was full of madness. “In Sumerian mythology, you are the [Mistress of the Sky] who governs the harvest, while Ereshkigal is the [Mistress of the Underworld] who governs death. The two of you are complementary, two sides of the same pillar, and have the same divinity. Therefore, when you are summoned, Ereshkigal will naturally descend as well.”

"Wait, you mean, that guy might possess my body and appear?" Ishtar couldn't help but get goosebumps. "That's terrible..."

“Ereshkigal is the last pillar of the Three Goddess Alliance,” Yanan said, looking up at the sky. “And also my next target.”

"So, what do you plan to do with her?" Ishtar asked curiously.

"What do you think I should do?" Yanan countered. "You and she should be very familiar with each other, right? In your opinion, is there any possibility that she could become one of our companions?"

"Well..." Ishtar hesitated for a long time before stammering, "Although that guy is cold, aloof, vicious, has a bad temper, and is ugly, if we can communicate with him properly, it shouldn't be impossible..."

Yanan smiled without saying a word.

Three days later, Yanan finally returned to Uruk.

However, to his surprise, as soon as he returned, he heard some shocking news.

Gilgamesh is dead!

“I don’t know what happened either.” Even the usually calm Siduri panicked. “The king was handling affairs as usual, but suddenly he collapsed on the throne and stopped breathing. There was no warning at all.”

"This guy, could he have died from overwork?" Ishtar looked at the pile of clay slabs next to the throne that looked like a small mountain and said with a strange expression.

"But Lord Anain clearly treated the King's body before, didn't he?" Siduri asked, puzzled.

“There’s a limit to how much you can treat someone,” Ishtar said, arms crossed. “That guy doesn’t treat himself like a human being when he’s handling things. In that case, it’s not surprising that he died from overwork.”

Siduri lowered her head with a face full of guilt. Indeed, after that, Wang's workload more than doubled, and he had less time to rest.

Could it be that the king really died from overwork?

The thought of this made Siduri feel as if her heart was being torn apart.

Despite being the high priest, he was unable to share the king's burdens and even failed to offer timely advice or remonstrance.

"Stop speculating. Gilgamesh didn't die from overwork." On the other side, Anan had already finished examining Gilgamesh's body.

As he had anticipated, the problem did not lie with Gilgamesh himself at all.

"Sister Wang, has anything changed in Uruk during this time?" he asked Morgan.

Morgan nodded: "In the few days you were gone, several curses broke out in Uruk, killing hundreds of people."

"If I'm wrong every time, these curses are caused by gods, right?"

Morgan glanced at him with a hint of surprise, then nodded slightly: "That's right, these curses carry a distinct divine aura, which is why they are so powerful."

"However, I have now used magic to protect the entire city of Uruk, so those curses can no longer work."

Morgan alone certainly wouldn't be able to cast such a large-scale spell covering an entire city, but after transforming the whole of Uruk into her own temple, such a thing was nothing to her.

"So, is this an attack launched by the enemy?" Merlin said thoughtfully. "But who could it be?"

"The enemy's identity isn't hard to guess," Yanan said calmly, turning his gaze to Ishtar. "Please, Goddess, answer this question for everyone."

"Huh? How would I know the enemy is..." Ishtar paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Wait, you're not referring to Ereshkigal, are you?"

"In this era, who else but her could be considered a deity associated with death?"

Anan lifted his foot and walked out of the temple.

"Perfect timing, it's time for us to properly greet this goddess of the underworld."

Chapter Eighteen: A Journey to the Underworld

"Look, this is Kusa."

Ishtar, riding in the celestial ark Maana, casually pointed to an open space.

"That's the entrance to the underworld."

The location of the underworld is not fixed, and in this world, only Ishtar, who possesses the same divinity as Ereshkigal and has personally ventured into the underworld, can accurately find the corresponding entrance.

Therefore, although the goddess was somewhat unwilling, she was still persuaded by Anan to come over.

Yanan stood at the spot Ishtar pointed to, feeling the aura of death emanating from the ground, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face.

Like the underworld, the Land of Shadows is a place where the living are forbidden and the dead rest in peace. Anan had lived in the Land of Shadows for over ten years and was already extremely familiar with this atmosphere.

Furthermore, the dragon bloodline within him comes from the Despair Dragon that devours the world, making him feel even closer to this aura.

This scene was witnessed by Ishtar, who was in mid-air, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

Most humans would have an unconscious aversion to the aura of the underworld, but this guy not only didn't have a similar reaction, he could even show such an expression of enjoyment?

He's a monster!

Ishtar couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Excuse me, I'm about to open the gates to the underworld. Don't blame me if you accidentally hurt anyone."

Ishtar said, her eyes gradually turning a pure golden yellow.

An uneasy feeling suddenly welled up inside Yanan.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ishtar had already grabbed a handful of gems and stuffed them into Maana's ammunition magazine, shouting excitedly: