At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"Seriously, seriously! Ugh! I don't want to do this anymore!" Ishtar shouted in frustration, grabbing her twin tails with both hands.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't. At worst, you can go back to Eden and be a decorative vase." A calm voice sounded beside her.

"Who! Who said this goddess is just a pretty face!" Ishtar reflexively flew into a rage. What mortal dared to speak to her like that? They must be tired of living!

Before he could even vent his anger, he froze, his expression stiff.

“You, you… how did you get here…” Ishtar immediately wilted, her voice becoming stammering.

"Can't I come?" Los Saint looked at Ishtar calmly.

“I never said that,” Ishtar quickly waved her hands.

"Did you come here just to see how I've made Mesopotamia so wonderful? If so, I, Ishtar, will reluctantly accept." Ishtar said smugly, hands on her hips.

"You think you've done a good job? You're ranked last among the five major civilization zones right now," Luo Sheng said mercilessly.

Currently, the five major civilizations on Earth are the Knights of the Round Table and the Papacy in Europe. The Papacy is somewhat unique, as it has dioceses all over the world.

In East Asia, mainly the Xia Kingdom and Japan, the Xia Kingdom is still the strongest at present, while Japan, with its Raiden Shinjue, can be considered a small civilized region.

Next is South America. South America is currently stable. Although the average combat strength of the entire region is not high, the Holy War Legion is generally in a period of post-war peace and development.

Next came North America, which was on the verge of chaos. Quetzal's powerful arrival reshaped the entire North American order. After all, she was the God of Civilization, and reshaping civilization was a piece of cake for her. In addition, North America already had a strong foundation.

Then there's the Middle East, which is in complete chaos. Ishtar has done a pretty good job to get to this point; at least she's genuinely taking things seriously.

"Sigh... I know, I just can't beat those guys! Okay?" Ishtar said dejectedly, her lips pouting so much they could hang a bottle on them.

She knew that she was inferior to the other gods in terms of ability, but she just didn't want to admit it.

“However, you did do your best.” Los Saint smiled and patted Ishtar’s head. “You did very well this time.”

"Who, who asked for your praise?" Ishtar snorted, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Don't think I'll be happy just because you give me a few words of praise." She said this, but her eyebrows were already raised.

“By the way, I’m undecided about the western Mediterranean coast. After all, there are eight million humans who started the war there.” Ishtar changed the subject. “Although they are all remnants that cannot awaken, we can’t just clean them all up. That would be too cruel and make me look like an evil god.”

"I didn't expect you to be so kind at a time like this," Los Saint said with amusement. Although Ishtar's personality was very willful, she wasn't really a bad person at heart.

"What are you saying! What are you saying! How am I not kind! Although I have indeed done many willful things in history, I have never sincerely wanted to kill humans." Ishtar was furious.

"Leaving aside what you've done in history, just clean up all eight million squid scraps on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean," Los Saint said, waving his hand.

He was actually quite incredulous that a country with a population of 800 million had not a single person awakened. Well, that didn't mean there were a few who had awakened, but they all fled as soon as they did.

"Let all mankind see the consequences of a nation's decline. It is just as the Bible says: before the appearance of the prophet and before the original sin is washed away, a nation is not allowed to be restored, otherwise it will be punished by God."

"Go, Ishtar, throw your Venus over there. It's fine if you clean it all up; just think of it as sweeping away the dust in the house."

Chapter 136: The Crimes of Gomorrah Reenacted, Quetzal's America

“Since you’ve said so, I have no choice but to do it.” Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief. She also disliked the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and had long wanted to send a golden star there. However, since a country has too many people, she dared not act on her own without the approval of the world’s master.

Although she sometimes jokes around with Luo Sheng, when she really gets serious and messes up or makes a mistake, Luo Sheng will definitely not laugh it off. He won't kill her, but he will definitely make her fall from her throne.

She is the goddess of Venus, the master of beauty and love. If she were to be demoted, the gods would laugh at her to death, and she could not bear such ridicule.

“No, I still won’t let you go,” Luo Sheng said after thinking for a moment, a dramatic smile playing on his lips.

"Huh? You won't let me go again? Are you kidding me!" Ishtar widened her eyes and gritted her teeth in dissatisfaction.

Los Saint stroked his chin: "That country believes in God, which is my country. Sending you there would be a bit inappropriate."

"After all, the eastern Mediterranean coast has committed one of the original sins in the Bible, and they should be punished in the way the Bible teaches them."

"The Old Testament of the Bible describes a story where Sodom and Gomorrah, two cities of original sin, were destroyed by angels sent by God who could no longer bear to see them suffer."

“Oh, I know that story.” Ishtar nodded, crossing her arms. “It’s about those two cities that committed the sin of lust. Everyone was indulging in the desires of the flesh, and humanity collapsed, families collapsed, and order collapsed.”

"The great god could not bear to see it any longer, so he sent two angels to destroy the two cities. Abraham prayed to the great god not to destroy the cities."

"The great god promised Abraham that if he could find ten kind and loyal people in the two cities, he would be spared divine punishment. In the end, he searched everywhere but only found two people, and these two were Abraham's underage daughters."

"Then divine punishment came as expected. One city was burned down by fire from the heavens, and another city was salted, including Abraham's wife."

"You want to recreate the divine punishment, is that it?" Ishtar looked at the world master before her.

She knew that Los Saint was not the real God, but only possessed the God's 'divine power,' which was the true highest level of divine power, the origin of the word 'divine power,' the origin of all divine power.

Los Saint nodded: "That's right~ They used to commit the sin of lust, one of the seven deadly sins, but now they've committed not just one original sin, but the sins of pride and greed."

"Therefore, I am now following the story in the Bible. If they can find ten extraordinary individuals among their own kind who have awakened their abilities within seven days, I will pardon their divine punishment."

"Otherwise, we will repeat the fire of Gomorrah."

"Ten? And they need to have awakened abilities?" Ishtar originally thought that Los Saint was really going to give them a glimmer of hope. According to the information she had received, there might not even be ten awakened abilities on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, let alone ten awakened willpower.

"Those who awaken within seven days also count, so don't say I didn't give them a chance." Los Saint shrugged. According to the original biblical text, seven days was enough for ten righteous people (superhumans), which was already quite lenient.

Is it difficult to have ten extraordinary individuals? Even a small neighborhood in Xia Country has more than ten.

"Anyway, it's none of my business." Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't assigned such a chore, she was fine with anything. Destroying a country or something like that, she didn't want to bear such a bad reputation. Maybe in the future, she would be sung about as an evil god because she had destroyed a country.

For example, in her later life, she inexplicably received the title of 'protector of prostitutes'. She only took special care of those abandoned human women because she felt sorry for them.

Because of this, those uninformed bards sang that even goddesses were immoral prostitutes, and to this day she still feels like she's swallowed a fly.

Los Saint ignored Ishtar, clapped his hands, and ripples appeared in space around him.

Joan of Arc and Fukaros emerged from the spatial ripples, their faces full of confusion.

"My lord, what are your orders?" Joan of Arc asked. This was the first time Los Saint had summoned her directly using his spatial powers. Had something serious happened?

"Lord of Heavenly Justice, is there anything I can do for you?" Fukaros asked softly, thinking to herself, "Could it be that another human evil has appeared?" This kind of world-ending catastrophe was giving her a bit of PTSD.

The main problem is that she feels too weak in the face of such a major disaster. She always feels like she could be killed instantly without even knowing it, and she lacks a sense of security...

"It's nothing major, mainly to have the two of you cleanse a country," Luo Sheng said calmly.

"Huh?" Joan of Arc and Fukaros stared wide-eyed in disbelief, especially Fukaros, whose body was trembling. In a daze, it seemed that the figure of the one from the Sky Isle of Teyvat and the body of Los Saint were slightly overlapped.

*Gulp* The way he casually mentioned wiping out an entire country, and said it so nonchalantly, as if he had just stepped on an insect, instantly made Fukalos break out in a cold sweat.

"Heavens, Lord Heavenly Justice... purge the nation? Is it... is it exactly what it sounds like?" Fukaros felt his throat was dry and stammered.

"What are you thinking, Fucarus?" Los Saint raised his hand and flicked his finger at Fucarus's forehead.

"Ouch!" Fukalos snapped out of her PTSD state, clutching her forehead and biting her lip.

“It’s just that that country crossed my bottom line. They can no longer be called human; they are just beasts in human skin,” Luo Sheng said expressionlessly.

"You know Joan of Arc, right? Sodom and Gomo."

Joan of Arc snapped out of her daze, somewhat incredulous: "Sodom, Gomorrah!" How could she not understand what this meant when she could read the Bible backwards?

"How could this be... In this era, how could a city of original sin still exist... Even war shouldn't involve original sin..."

Los Saint calmly said, "You two have Buyer tell you everything that happened on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. Then descend to the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and give them seven days. If they can find ten of their own race's superhumans, they will be pardoned. Otherwise, burn away their sins with fire."

The reason we didn't pay attention to the Middle East before was because it was too chaotic, and we had to put out fires all over the world. Since it was hopeless, we just let it rot until we had built firewalls for other regions before getting involved here.

“The sin of Gomorrah…” Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their resolve: “I understand, my lord.” Ten extraordinary beings are not many.

"I'm leaving it to you." Luo Sheng waved his hand, his figure slowly fading away and disappearing before the three goddesses.

“Why didn’t you tell everyone about this, Ishtar? Now things have gotten out of hand.” Joan of Arc looked at Ishtar and said, “The sin of Gomorrah has been repeated, and she has become the angel of divine punishment for Gomorrah.”

Fukaros felt dizzy: "Yes, to destroy a country, that's such a serious matter." She felt as if the Battle of Kanria was being replayed.

“How can you blame me? I didn’t know things would get this serious.” Ishtar said with her arms crossed, annoyed. “Besides, I’m so busy with things in Mesopotamia, how could I possibly take care of everything?”

[It's not Ishtar's fault.] Buyer's voice appeared.

"What exactly is going on, Buyer?" Fucaros asked hurriedly.

I will now tell you the whole story.

Soon Joan of Arc and Faucalos learned the reason. After learning the reason, Faucalos breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was a case of deserved punishment rather than misplaced anger.

……

Meanwhile, in the city of Vakar, cartloads of golden wheat were being transported in from outside the city. The wheat fields were ripe, and the farmers were harvesting it and bringing it into the city.

The current Wakar is only the size of a county in the Xia Kingdom, but the atmosphere is very lively and joyful.

The wheat has been harvested five times since Ishtar arrived, enough to last three years. The wheat is now being used to brew alcohol.

The streets were filled with residents busy with their respective crafts, and graceful young women even danced happily, swaying their hips in the street. Hardworking young men were dancing to woo them.

Ishtar is also the goddess of love, so people here are very passionate about love. The old conservative customs and the tradition that women had to wear headscarves when going out have long since disappeared.

In a simple tavern closer to the inner city, men who had just finished harvesting wheat and building infrastructure were drinking heavily, their faces flushed, full of praise for their current lives and for Ishtar, the shelter that protected them. Even when drunk, they didn't stumble over their words.

"Hahaha, Arab, don't look so gloomy. The goddess has already replied to the matter on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. It will be resolved by the next day at the latest." A burly man laughed, hugging a thin young man with sunken eyes.

"When your hometown is the legendary land flowing with milk and honey, you should think carefully about whether to plant wheat, date palms, or go sheep herding."

"Perhaps I could also think about sparking a romance with a girl from my hometown."

"After all, our great goddess is the protector of harvest and herdsmen, and the master of beauty and love."

Arab slapped the drunken middle-aged man's arm away and said, "I'm sorry, Maison, I really don't have an appetite until my homeland has recovered from the war."

He was considered a minor leader in a refugee camp on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. Three months ago, he received a method for awakening to the extraordinary from a pastor and successfully awakened to the extraordinary.

However, even superhumans could only survive for half a minute longer when facing tanks and rockets. He still led a group of people to escape, but the number of people dwindled until they all disappeared under the firepower of the war.

Until miracles of angels and gods occurred in Britain, he kept praying and begging God to look upon this place, but God did not respond.

There was indeed a month of peace during that period, but then the war escalated as if God had tacitly approved of it.

He only saw hope when the ancient Mesopotamian goddess Ishtar descended upon him. He took a dozen or so people to Egypt, and from there traveled through several countries to reach this place and pay homage to the goddess.

The goddess was not as difficult to talk to as in myths and legends; she granted their wishes without hesitation.

But the thought of his compatriots still struggling in the flames of war made him even more tormented, and he could not bear to enjoy the beauty and pleasure of the city under the goddess's radiance.

“You… I was just like you before.” Maison stretched out his hand, and a fiery red mark appeared on his arm: “This glass of wheat beer is not a way to numb my own incompetence, but a triumphant song before victory.”

Maison pushed a large glass of wheat beer toward Arab: "Drink up, and then think more about what you should do to make your hometown."

"The goddess will bestow blessings, but she will only judge sins and will not interfere with people's choices."

"Thank you..." Abraham said dryly, picking up the wooden cup and drinking the whole cup in big gulps. It was delicious... just like the sweet breeze blowing through the golden wheat fields he saw when he first stepped into this city.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd outside the tavern.