Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, a petite figure darted in, roughly shoving aside Ereshkigal, raising the ancient serpent's left arm, revealing the crown mark, and triumphantly shouting.

"Hmph! So what if you strike first! He's my priest!"

"You can only look at what belongs to this goddess, you can't touch it!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Gilgamesh and Merlin's relaxed expressions froze. They immediately covered their faces and foreheads, grabbed Anna who was walking blankly forward, and hurriedly retreated to the edge.

Meanwhile, Samael, who was standing between the two goddesses, felt a chill run down her spine. Ereshkigal, with her head bowed before her, was surrounded by a terrifying, enormous shadow.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the dark red skull containing the [Seventeen Plagues] rose from the ground, carrying a long spear of light with terrifying power, and swept across rapidly.

Ishtar, suspended in mid-air, was locked onto by the sinister power of death, her face turning deathly pale, tears welling up in her eyes.

Why did I provoke her for no reason?! Oh no! Am I going to die again?!

Chapter 97 Shura Field = Dismemberment Scene? (Third Update)

"boom!"

The ground trembled and dust billowed. In the nick of time, the figure holding Ishtar was blown away by the blast wave and slid dozens of meters away.

"Waaah, Samael! Well done!"

The tiny goddess, only three inches tall, was filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. She immediately climbed onto the ancient serpent's shoulder and patted Samael's cheek.

"puff!"

However, in an instant, Samael's face turned pale, and a dull tearing sound came from the cloth. Several spurts of blood gushed from his arms, thighs, and even his lower abdomen.

The wounds created by the divine power field oozed dark red liquid.

The man's body went limp, he knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

Fortunately, its immortality allowed the lacerations to heal rapidly, and the damaged muscles and even nerves gradually recovered.

"Ereshkigal! We've already made peace, what's gotten into you all of a sudden?!"

Ishtar stared at the crimson stains on the ground, her teeth clenched, and she was immediately filled with anger.

She was serious; that last attack was meant to kill him!

The miniature goddess of Uruk, steeling her resolve, immediately soared into the air and roared at the enormous dark red skull.

"Just because no one comes to see you, you're all gloomy and spend all your time hiding in the underworld complaining!"

"Now that we've come down to see you, you're throwing a tantrum again! No wonder he wanted to run away from you!"

"It's amazing that we knew each other so early! This guy never mentioned your name when we were together!"

"With your self-pity and indiscriminate venting, how can anyone possibly want to be close to you? How can anyone possibly like you!"

The crimson skull, which had been spreading its fingers, suddenly gripped the gun barrel tightly amidst a series of angry curses, and roared furiously as it looked up.

"Shut up!"

"Someone like you, who enjoys all the pampering, what right do you have to criticize me!"

The terrifying air pressure whipped up a chilling gale, and Ishtar, lifted into the air, crashed to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.

Worse still, the goddess of the underworld seemed to be truly enraged, and several spikes suddenly sprang up where Ishtar had landed.

Samael, disregarding his full recovery, immediately leaped up, grabbed the miniature goddess, and slid out of the spikes' range.

However, because his body had not yet recovered, his left arm, which reacted slightly slower, was immediately pierced by a rising spike.

The crimson skull slowly raised its head, its empty eyes staring at the two pools of blood on the ground, a chilling flame igniting within them.

"Samael! I command you, get out of here!"

"Ereshkigal, calm down!"

“Even if Ishtar angered you for some reason, the punishment you gave her was enough.”

"Come out first, let's talk this over!"

After glancing at the pitiful three-inch miniature figure huddled in his arms, Gu She gritted his teeth and stepped forward to patiently persuade it.

At this moment, Ereshkigal was clearly enraged, especially given her past record of stabbing Ishtar to death.

He feared that if he retreated, Ishtar would be immediately cleaved in two.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Gilgamesh and Merlin, who were huddled on the edge of the water, rubbed their foreheads, closed their eyes, and once again pulled Anna, who wanted to help.

At the same time, the once invincible talk therapy was like a spark igniting an oil drum, causing a raging inferno to erupt around the dark red skull.

A somber, angry question, filled with endless resentment, emanated from the monster burdened with the Seventeen Plagues.

"You're going to help her? Why are you also siding with her!"

"Liar! Liar!"

As the enormous, radiant spear crashed down, the ancient serpent could only grit its teeth, cling to the defenseless Ishtar, and run to the side.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the goddess's power to control the underworld, the spear wheel swung, and the stone pillars around it rose one by one, crushing towards the two figures leaping and jumping.

At the same time, resentful accusations emanated from within the dark red skull, growing louder and louder.

"You're blaming me?! On what grounds?!"

"Why should I guard the underworld and endure millions of years of darkness, while you can freely soar through the sky and bask in the sunlight!"

"Why is it that I, who strive to do everything well, still have to bear the curses and scorn of the dead! Yet you can enjoy the favor of the gods, and even when you bring disaster to mankind, your faith remains undiminished!"

"Why is it that my underworld can't even produce a single flower, and has no warmth at all! Yet you can make the land fertile and nurture life!"

For some reason, the resentment that had been building up in Ai Lei's heart for thousands of years burst forth, and she angrily slammed down the gun barrel in her hand as if swatting a fly.

"boom!"

It seems to have slowed down?

The ancient serpent dodged the swung, light-shaped spear once more, and noticed the slowed trajectory of its ascent and descent, which filled it with delight.

At this moment, the dark red skull standing with its spear in hand whispered softly.

"I can let bygones be bygones..."

So, this outburst is over? Can we move on to the next session of talk therapy?

But just as he was about to speak, the spear in the dark red skull slammed to the ground, and sharp stone pillars, like miniature mountain peaks, rose up from all around.

Embracing the Spirit Peak, the Saddle of the Underworld! The divine power to alter the terrain of the underworld!

Samael felt a sense of foreboding and his expression changed drastically.

What was just a spoiled princess venting her temper has now turned into a real murderous intent from Ereshkigal!

Immediately, Ai Lei gritted her teeth and let out a cold roar.

"But you already have everything, why did you take away what's most important to me too!"

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

Samael felt as if he were suffocating from the divine power of the prison.

When he learned that the reason for Ai Lei's outburst was actually because of him, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

I'm right here. Is it really necessary to lose your composure to this extent over a petty argument about exchanging stamps?

Just as the ancient serpent was about to raise its head to call for a halt, offering itself up to appease its master's anger, a grief-stricken and gloomy roar was forced out from the goddess's lips.

"Samael! Get out of the way..."

"Even if it's you, I'll kill you!"

"boom!"

The enormous stone pillar that rose up pressed down resolutely and cruelly, the dense death aura that permeated the surroundings determined to wipe out all life, and the strange force field nearby made Samael feel as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

At this moment, the ancient serpent, finally understanding what "releasing the sea" meant, felt a chill run through its body.

"Let go! Go!"

"If you hesitate any longer, she really will kill you!"

Ishtar was pale and pushed hard against Samael's chest with both hands.

However, the more this was the case, the less the ancient serpent could abandon Ishtar and flee alone.

Just as the falling stone pillar was about to crush the two into mincemeat, a giant sword resembling a horse-slaying dagger shot out and cleaved the threat in two.

Gilgamesh finally intervened to help at the critical moment.

At the same time, Merlin waved his staff, stacking suppression spells, while the impatient Anna swung her chains around Samael's waist, pulling her two teammates, who were on the verge of death, out of the attack range.

However, this rescue, which amounted to taking sides, undoubtedly further enraged Ai Lei, and the boulders suspended in mid-air began to fall one by one.

"What on earth is going on?! Even if Ereshkigal has a temper, she would never turn into this for no reason!"

Having gradually savored the moment, Samael frowned and asked a question as he looked at the scene of beams of light flying and stones falling everywhere.

"You really don't know what a pastoral priesthood represents?"

Merlin waved his staff, diverting the crowd, and glanced at Ishtar and Samael with a subtle, indescribable expression.

What else could a shepherd's ritual be?

They shepherd and lead the flock called "believers"...

Suddenly, Samael's expression froze.

Damn! First impressions matter!

This is a pastor! Not a shepherd or priest!

"The high priestess of the Uruk temple will choose a young man and, before the New Year's celebrations at the spring equinox (when Venus rises), she will perform a ceremony with him called 'Sacred Marriage'..."

"In this context, the priestess represents Ishtar, the guardian deity of Uruk, while the young man symbolizes Durmuz, the [Shepherd King] of Sumer..."

"This is a custom that traces the origins of the Sumerian dynasty and symbolizes the combination of royal and divine power to bless the city-state."

"If the [Shepherd Priest] was personally chosen by the goddess Ishtar, then that means..."

At that moment, the ancient serpent heard the soft whispers of the plum grove.

Meanwhile, the heartless man secretly gave a thumbs up, revealing a subtle expression that all men would understand.

The great goddess, cowering in Samael's arms, suddenly felt like a frog being targeted by a venomous snake, a chill running down her spine.

Ishtar wore an embarrassed smile, then turned and fled like a grasshopper.

Immediately, two sinister gazes, fixed and frozen in the pupils of a snake, seemed to pierce through her from head to toe.

Two fingers from behind deftly pinched the great goddess who was trying to escape when things went wrong.

That cold, clenched laugh almost froze the blood in her body.

"You're really something! Ishtar!"

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Chapter Ninety-Eight: My Fiancée, You Dared to Sell Yourself! (First Update)

"The price... we can discuss it. At worst, we can split it in half later..."

Like a dragonfly held between Samael's index finger and thumb, Ishtar struggled to yield, reluctantly offering generous terms.

"Give me half?"

The ancient snake was taken aback, its expression one of astonishment.

At that moment, Gilgamesh, who was in mid-air, cleaved through several falling giant stone pillars and turned back to Ishtar with a cold snort.

"You incorrigible woman, you are truly insatiable, actually coveting all of my treasures!"

"It's all going to happen after you're dead anyway, why be so petty! Besides, Uruk was originally mine!"

Ishtar, hanging between Samael's fingers, retaliated indignantly.

Tracing its origins, the sacred marriage symbolizes the union of divine and royal power…