Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

But old habits die hard, and the container itself has an unusual fondness for gemstones, which has created this special existence.

It has to be said that Ishtar has once again shattered his worldview.

The ancient serpent calmed its strange emotions, pointed to the ravaged temple, and turned to the messenger, muttering to itself.

"You saw and heard everything just now? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"But she's a goddess! Offending her will bring disaster..."

The messenger nodded, but his expression was hesitant.

"Therefore, immediately inform King Gilgamesh and High Priestess Siduri of this matter and let them decide!"

Samael rolled his eyes and gave a curt reminder.

"Ah! Yes, yes! I'll go right away!"

The messenger suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly nodded, but after taking a few steps, he hesitated and looked back at the two people still standing there.

"I know the way to the Royal Palace Tower, you'd better hurry!"

“If it gets any later, I’m worried the pillars of the sacrificial site will be torn down.”

Samael waved his hand casually, and the messenger, thinking of the consequences of letting the goddess run wild, immediately broke out in a cold sweat and ran as fast as he could towards the royal palace tower to report the news.

On the way, he and Anna walked at a leisurely pace, using the snacks they had to finish their late breakfast.

When the two leisurely arrived at the entrance of the royal palace tower, they were shocked to see Siduri, her face pale, leading a large group of magicians, rushing towards the sacrificial site.

Having such a guardian deity in the city is truly...

Samael shook his head, then calmed himself and put the matter out of his mind.

At the same time, the inference that was confirmed in the process made him both worried and happy.

Even Ishtar's rampage and extortion didn't deter King Gilgamesh, suggesting he was indeed seriously injured.

Furthermore, the old swindlers Merlin and Leonidas, who have suffered severe damage, are probably not much better off.

Uruk's defenses have now been reduced to rock bottom.

But fortune and misfortune are intertwined; this crisis is also an opportunity for me to increase my stakes and turn things around.

So, it's time to go all in!

The ancient serpent took Anna's fingertips in its hand and, with a steady gait, walked step by step toward the majestic and solemn royal palace tower.

As the light and shadow cut through the space, Samael entered the hall.

The vast royal court was unusually quiet, with only Gilgamesh, who was reading the clay tablets as usual, and the nightmare demon, who was dozing with his staff in his arms.

"Hero King of Uruk, it is a pleasure to see you are well."

The ancient serpent stepped forward and bowed slightly in greeting.

"King of Heroes? Are you deciding to speak to me in a different capacity?"

Gilgamesh put down the clay tablet in his hand, slowly raised his head, and looked down with great interest at the figure standing in the center of the royal court.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Refugees from the ruins of Babylon... butchers of the sacrificial grounds... heroes of Uruk..."

"Or...a spy for the Goddess of Warcraft?"

A chilling aura swept across the throne and through the hall. Merlin, who had been dozing in the corner, slightly opened his eyes, as if waking from a dream.

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Chapter Sixty-Five: My son, you must follow the path of return!

Anna instinctively summoned the scythe-shaped artifact Hepar and stood in front of Samael, watching Gilgamesh warily.

However, the hand behind her gently pressed on her shoulder. The owner of the arm stepped forward slowly, past the little girl, his tone calm and his expression resolute.

“King Gilgamesh, with your wisdom, you are well aware that I am not a spy for the goddess of monsters.”

"Otherwise, why would I bring the battle report from the ruins of Babylon to Uruk, and why would I risk taking Anna to intercept the Gorgon with her hair on the verge of the city's fall?"

"I worship the true origin goddess—Tiamat!"

The three people present were all detached individuals who had some understanding of the situation. The fact that the Goddess of Warcraft was just an imposter was not a big secret.

But the taboo words that Samael so earnestly mentioned still gave them a slight jolt.

Gilgamesh propped his chin up with one hand, a strange interest flickering in his crimson eyes.

“Oh? I remember, the guardian deity of Babylon is the King of Kings who slew the Mother of Dragons.”

"You actually converted to the sworn enemy of your own city's guardian deity? Aren't you afraid of the gods' wrath?"

"Blame?"

Samael chewed on the highly ironic words with a mocking tone, then looked up at the hero-king with a wistful gaze.

"Have the gods already punished enough? Humbaba, who ravaged the cedar forests; the great flood that cleansed the chaos; the seven-year drought in Mesopotamia; and now, the third storm..."

"Have those lofty wills ever been kind to us?"

Because the names of gods cannot be spoken directly, both sides tacitly used euphemistic pronouns to represent them.

This undeniable fact left everyone speechless.

At this moment, the ancient serpent looked back to the north, recalling the various tragic scenes of the ruined city that the ghost of the underworld, Taller, had told him. After a brief moment of gathering his emotions, his tone became low and cold.

"The guardian deity existed because of the establishment of the city-state, but that one abandoned his duty and coldly watched the fall of Babylon."

"What right does he have to receive our offerings? What right does he have to enjoy our faith!"

“Even the dumbest Sumerian herders knew that since sheep provided milk and blood, they should have hounds to scare away wolves and protect their property.”

"But that 'merciful' lord won't even give us a way to survive!"

Samael sneered, but finally raised his head calmly, his gaze piercing as he stared directly at the hero-king.

“Babylon has already fallen, so naturally there are no more guardian gods.”

"In contrast, on my way to Uruk, the 'Mother of Evil Dragons' you mentioned saved me twice!"

"Since the King of Kings is unwilling to show mercy to people, why can't I devote myself to true salvation?"

"Are lambs only fit to cower on the ground, give up resistance, and let those monsters bite through their throats and die wailing?"

"Am I really so stupid as to throw myself onto the altar, offer everything, and wait for that great one to open his eyes?"

"Does this mean that people don't deserve to live?!"

Amidst increasingly louder questions, the ancient serpent recalled the origins of the Great Flood of Enlil, its face etched with irony.

"Perhaps, even if they heard our dying screams, they would find them noisy!"

"You are...blaspheming?!"

Gilgamesh, who was on the throne, suddenly stood up. His eyes narrowed slightly, and with a cold shout, golden vortexes opened up in all directions of the hall.

The sharpened swords, spears, and halberds pointed at the heart and head of the rebel.

"So what?"

Samael grinned and reached out to hold down Anna, who was restless under such stimulation. His devilish whispers echoed in the hall.

"Haven't you been doing this all along?"

"The evil deeds of the divine beast Humbaba should be forgiven..."

"Mesopotamia will endure seven years of drought as atonement..."

"A third storm has struck, and Uruk will come to an end..."

"As the wedge of heaven descended to earth, you have never obeyed the divine mandate set for humanity by the gods."

Then, the ancient serpent looked at the hero king, whose face was filled with the hidden power of thunder and lightning, with a strange curve forming the corners of its lips.

“I am only blaspheming God’s name, but you are defying God’s will.”

"So, between us, whose sin is greater?"

At this moment, the atmosphere was tense. Gilgamesh, with his arms crossed, walked step by step from the throne, exuding a chilling aura.

However, when the Hero King and Samael locked eyes for a moment, his tense face twitched strangely with a series of facial muscles.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Finally, an impressive, maniacal laugh erupted from Gilgamesh's mouth, echoing throughout the hall.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

"You are blaspheming God's name, and I am defying God's will?"

"Heinous crimes! Heinous crimes! Hahahaha!"

Samael pulled Anna, whose gaze was gradually becoming strange, behind him to prevent the innocent girl from being led astray, while his secretly tense body gradually relaxed.

"No wonder he dared to climb Mount Ebif alone and use the jewels from the Babylonian temple to bribe that foolish woman."

"Your answer has pleased me greatly! I have never felt such pleasure before!"

Gilgamesh looked thoroughly pleased, and even his gaze toward Samael revealed a hint of appreciation and satisfaction.

"I've been wondering: all those Babylonian soldiers who retreated to the Abyf Mountains line died, how did you manage to evade the monsters and escape to Uruk..."

"During the Battle of Babylonia, how did you, a living person, suddenly acquire the ability to transform into a magical beast...?"

The nightmare demon, who was dozing in the corner with his staff, yawned, looked up, and added with a smile.

"Oh dear, so you've been blessed by Tiamat..."

"Now, everything makes sense..."

"Furthermore, I once joined the Druidism that existed in ancient Britain, and I personally witnessed the blessed male wizards within it displaying the ability to transform into magical beasts."

They once called themselves "Children of Nature" and believed that all things possessed a spirit...

"Tiamat is the origin of Sumerian civilization and the beginning of the sky, the earth, and all life."

"Well, so the rumors about this talent for transforming into magical beasts being evidence of collusion with the Goddess of Magical Beasts are just outrageous!"

That old fox!

Samael's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes.

When things were dangerous, why didn't you say anything? But now that things have settled down, you're the one trying to curry favor.

That's despicable, absolutely despicable!

Moreover, I have a feeling that you were the one who started those rumors, right?

At this moment, the ancient serpent cast a suspicious glance at Merlin, secretly cursing him.

But before the two inhuman beings could secretly plot against each other, Gilgamesh, having vented his emotions for a moment, sat back on his throne and asked with great interest.

"Then, what exactly is your purpose, you servant of Tiamat?"

Samael's expression turned serious, and he uttered a long-planned thought.

"Rectify the name of Tiamat and welcome back our mother of origin!"

The atmosphere froze instantly. Even the Great Sage Merlin, who had been smiling gently, and even King Gilgamesh, who had relaxed slightly, stiffened their expressions.

At the moment when man and God parted ways, at the time when the third storm swept through Mesopotamia, you must bring the even more terrifying catastrophe from the sea of ​​imaginary numbers back to reality.

So, are you out of your mind, or did we mishear you?

The King of Heroes' expression turned cold and his gaze became sinister.

His tolerance for faith does not mean he will tolerate certain people causing trouble.

Moreover, what does welcoming Tiamat back mean?

It's not a farewell to the gods, but a complete break with them!

Similarly, this is also a blatant declaration of war against them!

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