Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"where?"

"At the Blood Temple at the foot of the mountain."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Inside the Temple of Blood.

Bound together, Ishtar leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily, her hair covered in a sticky, unidentified liquid.

It was like we had fought a huge battle with something.

Behind her, several Ulidems with sunken heads lay on the ground, seemingly dead beyond any doubt.

'A mere magical beast? Even if this goddess is bound, it's a million years too early to defeat me!'

Ishtar shouted as she leaned against the wall and hopped and skipped toward the direction from which the air currents were coming from.

It'll be soon, it'll be soon, as long as we can get to that place.

Ishtar roared inwardly. Although she didn't know what she could do if she left, she clearly didn't want to stay in this gloomy place for another second.

Who knows how humiliated that guy will be when he gets back?

One step, two steps, the distance gradually closed, and Ishtar's spirits soared.

Followed by.

A rock, neither too big nor too small, and perfectly positioned, appeared in front of her, and unsurprisingly, the goddess stepped on it.

As expected, the goddess, unable to maintain her balance, fell forward.

Just as her face was about to hit the ground, Ishtar leaped forward, turning sideways as fast as she could. Blessed by the Chains of Heaven, her long, slender body landed on the ground, then was swept along by the forward momentum, rolling and tumbling towards the outside of the temple.

A slight feeling of dizziness washed over me.

But the speed is much faster than before.

Inside the Blood Temple, the stench that resembled a slaughterhouse was gradually fading away, and fresh air entered Ishtar's nostrils on the breeze.

After speeding along, when they finally came to a stop, Ishtar saw a pure, unpolluted sky.

Finally, she left.

The night breeze brushed against her face, and Ishtar felt a lump in her throat; for a moment, she even had the urge to cry.

But that's not enough, Ishtar. You've only left the temple; you're still not out of danger.

Ishtar reminded herself of this and rolled away from the Temple of Blood.

But as soon as he turned around, a purple light shone nearby.

Ishtar instinctively turned her head.

Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared in the center of the light.

As if by unspoken agreement, their eyes met.

The air froze.

Ishtar silently lowered her head, glanced at her current appearance, then raised her head again to look at the few people who had silently turned their heads away not far away, her scarlet pupils becoming lifeless.

Earth is no longer safe; let's go back to Venus.

Absolute Demonic Front: Chapter 27 Gilgamesh is Dead

Uruk.

Broken bricks and stones, bright flames, rising smoke, and wailing crowds.

A surging magic continuously emanates from within the city.

"How could this be? Has Uruk's barrier been breached?"

A purple magic circle lit up outside the city. Mashu looked up in disbelief at Uruk. The barrier that had enveloped it had disappeared, and the magical fluctuations emanating from within indicated the location of the enemy.

Upon learning that Ishtar had been deliberately kidnapped by Jingu, they realized something was wrong and immediately teleported back, but it seems they were too late.

Merlin had clearly said there would be no problem.

This guy wouldn't lie to people in a place like this, would he?

"I don't know, but let's go to the city first. The battle isn't over yet."

Merlin shook her head, her expression serious, and ran straight into the gate, even though she didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

Logically speaking, Uruk's defense should be foolproof right now.

How could it have been breached so easily?

Moreover, the city wall did not appear to be damaged.

"So that means Jingu is still here, right? Perfect, I can't wait to shoot him into mincemeat."

Ishtar, riding his celestial boat, with a terrifying expression on his face, charged into the city at the forefront.

It seems that their resentment towards Jingu has reached its limit.

"Is this guy going to get himself killed?"

Surtr doubted whether Ishtar could defeat Kingu.

Upon entering the city, the most striking feature is the enormous snake-shaped monster in the city center.

Her flying snake-like hair spewed purple light in the air. Her enormous body was the best machine of destruction. Low houses were not even as tall as her tail. With a light sweep, she could destroy large areas of buildings.

However, a closer look reveals that the opponent's movement was firmly confined to the center of the street.

Although caught off guard, Uruk was still quite capable, and the Servant, with the help of the Divine Seal, managed to restrain the Beast Goddess.

But it won't last long.

The earth was stained gray and white, and one can imagine the state of the Servants within.

Deeper still, atop the crumbling divine tower, faint golden ripples could be seen.

Gilgamesh is still alive, so it seems the situation hasn't gotten to the worst yet.

Ishtar went to the tower. Although she felt that even two people shouldn't be able to defeat Kingu, now that they were back, the enemy probably wouldn't choose to fight head-on.

Let's get rid of the Gorgon first.

"Merlin, I'll go intercept Gorgon. You all go support Gilgamesh. I'm sorry Anna, I'm afraid we'll have to let her go this time."

"It's alright, it's more important to resolve this crisis first."

Meanwhile, at the top of the divine tower.

The top of the building had already been lifted, exposing Gilgamesh's usual office space to the cold starlight.

The stone pillars broke, the throne crumbled, and the clay tablets depicting the work disappeared completely.

For some reason, Gilgamesh was slightly happy when he learned the last detail.

It's like a primary school student finding out their summer homework was chewed up by a dog.

But as a mature adult, he knew that it was all a lie, and now that it was destroyed, he would have to pay it back tenfold later.

Thinking about this, the resentment in my mind unconsciously rose again.

But now is not the time to worry about these things.

Holding the mud slab in one hand, he stared at the green figure in front of him with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was serious or sad.

A dozen or so wands of different styles emerged from the ripples behind them—fire, lightning, storms.

A grand magic trick, enough to leave ordinary magicians speechless, was launched from the wand as if it were free, knocking down incoming weapons.

A loud explosion rang out in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a longsword pierced through the magic's defenses and entered Gilgamesh's line of sight.

It's unavoidable, but not fatal.

In a split second, Gilgamesh assessed the situation and prepared to endure it, but then, a magic cannon shot down from the sky precisely knocked the sword blade away.

"How pathetic, Gilgamesh."

Ishtar's voice came from the air, her arrogant tone as if she had forgotten what she looked like just a few minutes ago.

But her words weren't all jokes.

Because the other party is really in a sorry state right now.

The few pieces of cloth he wore were torn to shreds by the sharp blade, leaving wounds of varying sizes all over his body, from which crimson blood flowed.

However, no fatal wounds were observed.

Ishtar's eyes showed surprise. As far as she knew, Gilgamesh was definitely no match for Kingu in his current state, but she felt that his ability to hold out for so long was not due to any temporary drug use.

There's only one answer left.

His gaze fell on Jin Gu, who was not far away and whose face showed some struggle.

"Tsk, you're back so soon?"

Jingu murmured, thinking he could drag it out a little longer.

Considering the enemy's mobility, he kidnapped Ishtar from the temple beforehand, hoping to buy enough time to capture Uruk.

No, actually, it's been long enough. Several hours have passed since they launched their attack, and given the difference in their combat strength...

This amount of time is more than enough to take Uruk.

However, the expected results were not achieved in reality.

The main reason is... him.

Kingu rubbed his head. He had several opportunities to kill Gilgamesh directly, but he always subconsciously held back.

That's why the other party, despite their frail health, has managed to stall for time until now.

It's this body that's influencing him!

Damn!

Jingu's face turned ferocious. Before coming here, he had never thought that this body could affect him so deeply. Non-existent memories often flashed through his mind. Even though he had never experienced them, the intense emotions were impacting his brain, causing him to unconsciously relax the intensity of his attacks.

Until now.

Ishtar is back, and I sense that the others are heading this way.

Using a Noble Phantasm might be able to kill the opponent directly.

But it's impossible.

Clenching my heart, my body is resisting this behavior.

The plan has failed.

After taking two steps back, Jingu was ready to retreat.

But Ishtar wasn't about to let him leave. After treating her like that, he actually wanted to walk away. Where would that leave her pride?

Unlike Gilgamesh, Kingu showed no restraint when attacking Ishtar.

If it weren't for the time constraints, he would definitely have captured this guy again.

"Damn it! Why didn't you stop him? Are you still thinking about your old flame...? Hey, Gilgamesh! Are you alright?!"

Ishtar stomped her foot in the air, about to complain, but as soon as she turned her head, she saw Gilgamesh, who had been standing, suddenly go limp, stagger two steps, lean against the rocks behind him, and slowly slide down to the ground.

Absolute Demonic Front: Chapter 28 - Just Need a Sleep

For some reason, people always have a natural fear of snakes.

Even Surtr was no exception.

Although she can now easily cut her opponent into several pieces, she still feels uneasy when she sees something long and slippery.

Nausea.

Cutting open a section of the rampaging snake's head, the flying purple blood droplets were enough to make anyone want to run away in terror.

Looking around, large swathes of earth had turned into a grayish-white hue, and the once orderly houses had been razed to the ground in the battle.

Broken stones mixed with bloodstains were scattered on the spacious ground, and the outlines of people could be vaguely made out among them.

And the followers.