Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"But whether we can attract these magical beasts out is the first question."

At this moment, Siduri picked up the intelligence from the ruins of Babylon and responded to the magician's concerns.

"This is actually not difficult. The Eleven Monsters created by Gorgon lack rationality and are extremely aggressive."

"Without explicit constraints from a superior, they basically sweep through the surrounding area spontaneously, hunting humans and wild beasts to replenish the Blood Temple's creative materials."

"Therefore, as long as you send a few squads of soldiers to lure them and throw some blood or other things that can stimulate their frenzy, you can basically attract 50% to 70% of the magical beasts."

"Moreover, experienced hunters in Uruk all have secret potions for luring magical beasts."

"Although the results vary, I will have the sacrificial site mass-produce them if needed."

After speaking, the high priest looked at Samael in the mirror with a sigh.

Actually, this information was brought back by him from the ruins of Babylon, and he never expected it to come in handy again.

"Even if they're all hiding in the cedar forest, that's manageable!"

Ishtar, cracking her knuckles, stepped forward with unwavering confidence.

"If the monsters gather in large numbers, my Skyship Maana only needs to unleash a few more Noble Phantasms to ensure they are wiped out!"

"Besides, arson is an option! I'm good at that!"

Yes, yes, yes, everyone in Mesopotamia knows how good you are at causing trouble.

The group, already familiar with each other, exchanged rather subtle glances. They nodded knowingly, outwardly expressing their approval, but inwardly harboring their disapproval.

"There is no longer any disagreement about the issue of luring the enemy."

"If things go smoothly, hopefully we can tie down more than 80% of the enemy's Warcraft army."

"The remaining task is to figure out how to divide the troops."

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, his emotions becoming increasingly calm and composed. His speech was peaceful and authoritative, and he gradually developed a sense of control over the overall situation.

"In Uruk, King Gilgamesh has made his stance clear and is acting as bait to attract monsters. It's better to remain still than to make a move."

"If necessary, it's not too late to move the king piece."

"Leonidas goes without saying; without him, it's questionable whether the Babylonian defenses could even hold..."

"Kukulkan was just injured, his divinity has dropped by more than half, and he went into the cedar forest. Who knows if he will be judged as having betrayed the covenant of the three goddesses."

"Therefore, it would be better for these two to stay on the north wall to assist in the defense."

Everyone nodded slightly, having no objection to the arrangement.

And, sensing the concern in her words, Maya smiled brightly at Samael.

"So, the members of the assault team are: me, Merlin, the Leopard Man, Ishtar..."

"Arei is bound by the constraints of the Underworld and can only stay behind, but as a last resort, she can also serve as a backup for Uruk."

Samael finally turned his gaze to the purple-haired loli who was eagerly waiting in the corner, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered something.

"As for Anna, let her stay in Uruk and await further orders..."

The purple-haired loli bit her lower lip lightly, looking somewhat dejected, and hesitated to speak.

"Um, we need mobile forces, the kind that can be deployed to various battlefields at any time for emergency response..."

"In short, your task is the most important."

Upon seeing this, the ancient serpent, with an extremely serious expression, earnestly entrusted the task.

The little girl's smile gradually brightened, and she nodded excitedly.

However, a shadow gradually appeared in Samael's eyes.

Because not only him, but everyone present knew it.

The Gorgons in front of the North Wall defense line and those in the Temple of Blood are two completely different concepts.

Defeating her within the temple where this goddess of war amplifies herself is undoubtedly several levels more difficult.

In particular, this Avenger, after devouring a large number of lives, not only greatly enhanced his divinity, but also further integrated the powers that Tiamat, the Mother of Origin, had separated from him.

Furthermore, the situation regarding that thing in the cedar forest is still unclear, and there is no definite information about the strength of the magical beasts inside.

Therefore, it is indeed a bit of a stretch to rely on just a few of them.

By the way, the immortality of the Gorgons is also quite troublesome.

Now, to make matters worse, even Marduk's axe is gone.

If no better solution is found within three days, then even if Samael doesn't want the child to take the risk, he will have no choice but to take Anna with him as the tide turns.

The adults, who had already developed a tacit understanding, exchanged knowing glances and nodded, temporarily setting the matter aside and letting the little girl continue to enjoy these carefree days.

The two-hour-long discussion on countermeasures then came to an end.

The people, who had been assigned their tasks, accepted their orders and set off to get to work.

The once bustling and noisy royal palace tower quickly became deserted, with only Gilgamesh and Merlin remaining.

Chapter 108 Let's Chop Down a Merlin to Add Some Fun (Fifth Update)

It was a huge downpour.

Inside the royal palace tower, Gilgamesh stood before the railing, gazing at the raindrops stretching to the sky and the thunder rumbling across the heavens, and felt a sense of unease creeping over him.

He has disliked this kind of weather ever since his best friend died in his arms on a rainy night.

"I've heard that drinking helps you sleep. Since we're going to bed anyway, how about we have a few drinks together?"

Merlin, who had somehow appeared behind Gilgamesh, smacked his lips and made a suggestion with a smile.

His suppressed thoughts were interrupted. The Hero King turned around, his brow relaxed, and he chuckled and cursed softly.

"Aid sleep? You rascal, you're clearly just eyeing my wine again!"

"Haha, as expected, I couldn't hide it. As you wisely saw, it's raining heavily outside, so I can only stay here and ask for a drink."

Merlin smiled and readily admitted it. Then, leaning on his wand, he bowed slightly and formally extended an invitation to Gilgamesh with an elegant British courtly gesture.

The hero-king, who had long been acquainted with this great sage, became interested and, without refusing, sat down at the table with Merlin, casually taking out a fine wine from the golden vortex to treasure.

At Gilgamesh's summons, the guards on night watch also prepared some snacks to go with the wine, and then tactfully closed the gates of the royal palace tower and quietly left.

Across from him, a seasoned British drinker rubbed his hands excitedly. Once his glass was filled with the golden nectar, he couldn't wait to take a small sip to satisfy his craving.

"Ha! This is what we live for!"

The dream demon sighed with delight, his peach blossom eyes scrutinizing the patterns on the golden cup, yet a hint of regret lingered in his gaze.

"It's a pity it's not big enough, otherwise I would really like to borrow the King's Holy Grail and experience it."

Gilgamesh, sitting opposite Merlin, twirled the cup in his hand, looked up at Merlin, and frowned involuntarily.

"Hmph! I hate the way you speak so cryptically!"

"And this kind of behavior, standing aside and not saying anything, always making people guess what he's thinking, is just as annoying."

"If I didn't still need you, I would have killed you tonight as a form of entertainment while drinking!"

Merlin touched his nose, his gaze darting away, and muttered awkwardly.

"Isn't this about avoiding trouble and saving my life? Otherwise, I'd be dead by now?"

After a moment of silence, Gilgamesh, who already knew each other inside and out, swirled the wine glass in his hand and looked at the cunning magician with disdain.

"How about that kid being favored by the three goddesses and becoming a [Shepherd Priest]?"

"How about giving him the Holy Grail?"

"What good is it to wield power and become too powerful?"

"Hmph! Do you think I lack the capacity to tolerate others?!"

Merlin dropped some of his pretense and looked at the crystal-clear liquid in the glass with a meaningful gaze.

"But his identity is not just that of a goddess's favorite."

"We were all wrong. It seems that the telescope failed this time, and the problem lies with this kid."

"Fate, oh fate..."

“We must be cautious about anything that involves this.”

As the great sage pondered, his tone gradually lowered and became more subdued, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

He had experienced the power of this thing before.

If the Three Goddesses Alliance is a visible force of swords and thunder, though cruel and domineering, it is still within the realm of possible solutions.

So destiny is like an invisible rope wrapped around the neck, constantly tightening, something that cannot be seen or touched.

The feeling of helplessness and fear—the sensation of slowly squeezing air out of the lungs and being stripped of life—is a nightmare.

Just as the mystery of Britain faded away, he tried everything he could to stop it, but to no avail.

Ultimately, under the "manifest destiny," he could only hide in the inner sea of ​​the stars, gazing at Artoria, whom he had once regarded as his daughter, as he headed towards his end at Camlann Hill.

There are some things that, at their level, are not that they don't want to, but that they can't.

"Ha, destiny?"

"Since this thing is going to destroy my Uruk, how much worse can things get?"

"If you've got the guts, let those bastards come at me!"

Gilgamesh downed the wine in his cup with a single word, then gave a cold, aloof laugh.

"It seems you've made up your mind. There's no point in me trying to persuade you any further. Have another drink!"

Merlin shrugged helplessly and then handed over the wine glass.

The wise king rolled his eyes, deeply suspecting that the guy's second half of the sentence was the key point, and that he just wanted to trick people into drinking.

The seasoned British drinker expertly sniffed, sipped, and savored the wine in one smooth motion, then put down his glass and asked with amusement.

"Speaking of which, isn't it a bit too risky to give this kid such great power?"

Gilgamesh didn't seem to care, resting his chin on his right hand with an arrogant and smug expression.

"Anyway, he's already a priest and a shepherd, and I have no children. If he can really lead Uruk through this storm, what's wrong with entrusting the future to this kid?"

"Did I hear that right? You really mean it?"

Merlin patted his trembling little heart, somewhat taken aback.

"Information on the ruins of Babylon, the siege of the North Wall, restraining Ishtar, dismantling the alliance of the three goddesses, and although I hate to admit it, he did inadvertently save me."

"Such achievements deserve more than a Holy Grail and great authority."

"What's wrong with making that kid sit on equal footing with me right now, becoming one of the two kings of Uruk, and jointly ruling the country?"

"You might even think that if you have the ability, I can still delegate power to you!"

Gilgamesh glanced disdainfully at Merlin across from him, exuding confidence.

The white-haired man was deeply shocked by the nightmare. After regaining his senses, he couldn't help but smile wryly and tap his forehead, feeling quite emotional.

"Now I finally understand why you people have the bearing of kings, while I can only be a court magician who lives a life of idleness and waiting to die."

To put it bluntly, vision, skill, perspective, and courage are the differences between a wise man and a wise king.

"Your biggest flaw is that you're too lazy. You never say anything reliable. Otherwise, why would I have to work so hard?"

Knowing that his earlier suggestion to take responsibility and rise in rank had been fooled by the old liar again, Gilgamesh frowned and snorted, but he had become somewhat indifferent to it.

He can only evade even the most important problems facing Britain's future. Expecting this guy to take responsibility is less reliable than thinking about how to make sows fly.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Meilin couldn't help but think of a question.

"By the way, can your far-seeing eyes now see your own future?"

Gilgamesh shook his head slightly, but his face looked more relaxed.

"Me too, even the mysterious future of Britain seems to be fading into chaos..."

After a moment of contemplation, Merlin's face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were filled with a hint of nostalgia and strangeness.

"Then, how much of the future do you see belong to that wise king of Israel?"