Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Once, she was banished by this world, rejected by all life, and fell from goddess to beast, becoming an ugly and ignorant empty shell.

Only this child, only Samael, stood by her side without hesitation, not only satisfying her desire to be needed, but also sparing no effort to build a ladder for her return.

Finally, the world reopened its doors to her, and all living beings in Mesopotamia longed for their mother goddess.

Although things don't always go as planned, due to the rejection of heaven and earth, she chose to exile herself again, separating from Samael once more, rendering his efforts futile.

But Samael did not give up. After a thousand years of planning and preparation, she finally re-established herself in the Greek pantheon.

However, looking back, the figure that had always been with her had also drifted away to another place.

After a thousand-year wait, the separation finally led to a reunion.

Unfortunately, the truly peaceful days lasted only three short days.

Three days is too short...

"arrive!"

Unbeknownst to her, the whispers in her ear brought the Origin Mother back from her reverie, and her eyes involuntarily turned to the brightly lit buildings.

embassy?

Tiamat, who was being led by Samael's hand, walked back into the courtyard.

In the newly renovated houses, the messy plates have been swept away, and Sumerian festive decorations are hung all over the walls, with red carpets paving the roads.

The crowd, who had clearly just finished their work, lined up on both sides of the road, watching the two people who were walking hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

This is……

Just as Tiamat was puzzled, Samael slowly raised the arm of the Mother of Origins, lowered his head and gently kissed the back of her hand, his dark eyes solemnly gazing at the goddess's exquisite face.

"Mother Goddess, let's get married!"

"Ok!"

The Mother of Origin was only stunned for a moment before a smile bloomed on her face, and she nodded emphatically.

During wartime, everything should be kept simple, especially since time is of the essence and people have little spare time.

Therefore, this gathering of old friends in Uruk was not only to reminisce about the past, but also a secret wedding banquet.

Apart from the mother goddess Tiamat, everyone had already learned of the plea from Samael and unanimously offered their support and blessings.

If Ishtar hadn't stolen the Golden Key Sword, trying to take advantage of the chaos, and Samael hadn't been delayed, the two would have finished the ceremony long ago, entered their bridal chamber, and enjoyed their time together.

Fortunately, the great goddess of Uruk, seemingly for the sake of the thirty percent of the wealth, stepped forward and, as the goddess of love and marriage, stood in the center of the courtyard, solemnly taking on the task of officiating the wedding.

As the procession was witnessed by relatives and friends and blessed by the goddess, Tiamat, encouraged by the crowd, accepted the Sumerian love poem handed to her by Ishtar and stammered out a heartfelt recitation to the groom before her.

"Groom, you have captured my heart."

How beautiful you are, how sweet you are.

Oh, the lion, it has stormed into my heart.

How beautiful you are, how sweet you are.

You have captivated me; you make me tremble before you.

Groom, you must take me to the bedroom.

You have captivated me, and I tremble before you.

"O lion, lead me into the dormitory."

The twin goddesses walked forward with smiles, took the arms of the mother goddess Tiamat, and escorted the mother of origin into the prepared bridal chamber.

Samael then chased away the crowd who wanted to continue watching the spectacle, entrusted the task of guarding the gate and keeping out outsiders to the leopard and the feathered serpent goddess, and then got up and went inside.

Inside the cozy bridal chamber, the gentle and elegant goddess of origin sat on the edge of the bed, their eyes meeting in an ambiguous and awkward atmosphere.

"Ahem, well, today...you guys..."

Samael glanced at the two equally beautiful bridesmaids beside the bed and coughed to remind them to leave.

Ishtar and Ereshkigal blushed slightly, their heads steaming with moisture. They instinctively got up and walked towards the door.

However, just as they were about to step out of the room, their ankles suddenly stopped, and a pale blue tail pulled them back, pressing them onto the bed. A graceful figure pounced on the two daughters.

The rhythmic divine power made it difficult for Ereshkigal and Ishtar to escape the clutches of the fair skin.

"Let's stay together tonight..."

Samael was stunned and looked at the Mother Goddess in astonishment.

"Why, why?"

"Because I like everything Samael likes."

The Mother of Origin exudes unconditional love and intimacy; her pure eyes convey boundless affection.

Samael moved his lips slightly, his gaze falling on the shy faces of the two goddesses. That silent response was also a form of tacit approval and indulgence.

The snake, clinging to the darkness, slithered in with ill intent.

"Groom, let me caress you."

My precious caresses are incredibly sweet.

The dormitory was filled with sweetness.

Let me admire your magnificent beauty.

O lion, let me caress you.

My precious caresses are incredibly sweet.

O bridegroom, sleep in your house, and rise at dawn.

I know where to make your heart joy.

"O lion, you sleep in your house, but rise at dawn."

In the joyful love poems, all the beauty lies beneath the silent night.

Chapter 228 Ti Ma's Aid to Evil

In Paradise Lost, the all-night revelry inside the Uruk Embassy finally came to an end just before dawn.

The room was in a mess, with a thin silk quilt partially covering three graceful figures nestled together, their alabaster skin still bearing the lingering blush of pleasure.

As twin goddesses reborn in the flesh, Ereshkigal and Ishtar, due to the many changes brought about by the three storms and the seven-day trial, are completely different from the ancient Sumerian gods, thus beginning a new life. From then on, they also experienced the affairs of men and women for the first time.

Therefore, Ereshkigal and Ishtar, having just begun their journey, were naturally overwhelmed by the insatiable demands of a certain serpent, their fair cheeks still bearing the lingering tears of pain.

In the moonlight, the two sisters, who love and hate each other, hold hands and support each other, bearing the absurdity of the previous night together. Like mirror images, they curl up on either side in the arms of the mother goddess Tiamat, creating a stunningly beautiful sense of incongruity and blasphemy.

Tiamat, like a nursing mother, embraced her two bullied children and fell into a deep sleep, her elegant face bearing a serene smile that embraced everything.

Of course, this Mother of Origins also could not escape the clutches of her own divine son.

Last night, I not only had to "set an example" for my two daughters, but I also had to bear part of the impact on them.

In addition, there is a part where the two daughters are held down by their hands and feet, aiding and abetting the evildoer.

All the absurdity and beauty are not for outsiders to know.

Before dawn, the figure in the room quietly got up and got out of bed.

The man stood by the bed, gazing tenderly at the soft, fragrant body curled up in the blankets for a moment before gently pushing open the door and gradually disappearing into the lingering night.

However, the moment the man left the capital of Uruk, the sleeping woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, and three pairs of eyes met.

The three goddesses were taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter in unison.

So, everyone was awake...

"Mother Goddess, Samael..."

Ai Lei looked up at the faint morning light outside the window, her pearly teeth lightly tapping her cherry lips, her dark eyebrows unconsciously furrowing as she murmured softly.

"Trust him! Samael is the best; no matter what happens, he won't lose!"

The Mother of Origin gently stroked her daughter's golden hair, offering earnest comfort, but her beautiful, star-shaped eyes remained unmoved.

"That's right! That guy bit Marduk's snake! The king who created countless miracles! If the gods and humans of this planet become extinct, he will definitely be the last one to perish!"

Ishtar, naturally confident and high-spirited, also clenched her fists and spoke with conviction, seemingly in response to Ereshkigal, yet also seemingly in response to herself.

"Snapped!"

Just as the somewhat pessimistic Ereshkigal, with the gloom between her brows still lingering, was about to speak again, a crisp sound came from one of her pert parts.

"Alright, stop being so fussy!"

Ishtar chuckled mischievously, her fair paw casually grabbing the twins' pert spots to experience the feel and tease them a little, which caused the more reserved goddess of the underworld to gasp in surprise.

"Instead of worrying about this and that, let's get down to business. Mother Goddess, Ellie, it's time to get up and get to work!"

Ishtar immediately rolled out of bed, mischievously pulled the blanket over herself, rolled it up, then put her hands on her slender waist and solemnly commanded, displaying a certain majesty of a war goddess.

Crazy woman! I'll settle the score with you later!

Ellie, who had been teased, grumbled as she wrote down the incident in her little notebook, but without much delay, she quickly dressed herself and left the bridal chamber with her mother.

As the three goddesses set off, the entire city of Uruk, like a wound-up machine, was awakened by an invisible rhythm and began to operate precisely.

Meanwhile, in the dim valley, Jusudera, dressed in loose linen robes and holding a cane, sensed the flow of ether and the change in energy, and slowly raised her head.

"Your Majesty, on this joyous occasion, you may linger a little longer."

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

Samael, emerging from the darkness, straightened his expression, declined the old man's offer, and quickly got to work.

If two people are truly in love, why should they be together every day?

Temporary separation is only for a better reunion. Besides, I've already given one-third of my time to myself, so I can't afford to waste the remaining two-thirds.

Seeing that the Lord of Darkness had made up his mind, Jusudera nodded, stroking his cane with his fingertips, and pondered quietly.

"Your Majesty, you must have felt the impact of the battle on the Sea of ​​Oceanus, right?"

The ancient serpent nodded slightly, looked up at the chaos and vastness outside the World Tree, its gaze full of meaning.

“That’s right, it seems Marduk’s colossusification is not yet complete…”

"On the one hand, as the wedge that pierced the world's wall and anchored the Broom Star, the Covenant developed a crack due to the combined attack of His Majesty Osmandis and Saint Moses; on the other hand..."

Zhu Sudra closed his eyes slightly, collected his thoughts for a moment, then opened them again, his gaze sharp and his tone solemn.

Your Majesty Osmandis? In the past, the old man used to call that Pharaoh "boy".

Samael sighed softly, feeling inexplicably melancholy, but quickly composed himself, frowned, and continued the conversation.

"On the other hand, Marduk was too impatient. Instead of waiting for the new asteroid vanguard to be deployed and developed, he chose to synchronize with Attila and directly harness the data and body of Sefaru from the last battle of the Titans, instantly raising the Titan's strength to the seventh tier. Unfortunately..."

"Unfortunately, Sefaru is Sefaru, and Attila is Attila. When a weapon gains consciousness, it becomes difficult to control and is no longer suitable to be a weapon."

Jusudera recalled his previous experience on the Sea of ​​Oceanus and pointed out the hidden danger posed by the White Giant.

The old man paused, then asked quietly.

"Do you think it's possible..."

Samael pondered for a long time, then slowly shook his head. He certainly understood what the old man was asking.

But such unrealistic fantasies are useless...

The faint consciousness that a mere adventuring star soldier could generate would be far too difficult to break through the control of the Broom Star Wilpa, let alone maintain its own identity.

Having experienced the previous loss of control, Marduk probably already had suspicions and was bound to take precautions.

To think that this point can change the entire course of the war is simply wishful thinking.

But how bad can it get?

The arrival of the seventh-tier spacefaring elite soldier, carrying Wilpa's consciousness, changed what was originally a hopeless situation.

The heroic sacrifice of the brothers Ramses II and Moses brought a sliver of hope.

Attila's emerging self was also a one in ten thousand chance.

At least for now, he has a 2 in 10,000 chance!