Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

They charged at Nabistin's Tooth one after another, and after thousands of attempts, they finally broke several fangs and tore open a gash.

The mysterious children charged in with smug laughter, wanting to follow the will of their father and complete the massacre of humanity.

However, hundreds of "Divine Seal" cannons mounted on the city walls hummed and roared, unleashing massive beams of magical energy as they systematically blasted fish.

The waves carried by Rahmu, under the power of the solar calendar stone, disintegrated and dissipated automatically before reaching the north wall.

Even if a high-ranking, mysterious being with high magical power appears, the well-prepared Spartan phalanx and the wind god winged dragon riders will teach these bastards a lesson and make them learn to be human again.

The two sides were deadlocked, exchanging blows and suffering losses on both sides.

Inside the city, the leopard-man led a group of his forest companions, familiars, on patrol.

With their keen senses, the leopards will rush to the scene as soon as they detect any unusual activity in the streets and strata of Uruk, and engage in a fierce battle with the scattered Rahmu.

Even though there was a significant difference in individual strength, the swarming leopard-man familiars, with the combined effects of the solar calendar stone, the magician's auxiliary spell, and the temple's necromancy, quickly overwhelmed the emerging Rahmu.

Immediately afterwards, the personnel from the sacrificial site followed suit, frantically throwing various suppression spells and anti-magic materials into the breached soil layer to reseal the gap.

boom!

The leopard-man leaped onto the Sun Calendar Stone, raised his grappling hook, and looked down over the fortified city, issuing a resounding declaration, exceptionally solemn and dignified.

"My minions! The leopard's territory will not be allowed to be invaded by those ugly hyenas!"

"This is our hunting ground! Humans are prey that only we can control!"

Whether it's cruel and bloody human sacrifice or looking down from a high place, this is the power that gods, as superiors, possess.

Similarly, ensuring the propagation of life, protecting property, and guiding the ants who offer sacrifices to them are also duties that gods should fulfill.

God's power is innate!

God's duty is from beginning to end!

Unfortunately, many high-ranking figures only see the first half of the sentence.

The felines, like sheepdogs patrolling their territory, move with elegant and light steps through the streets and alleys, becoming the guardians of Uruk.

Whenever these leopards passed in front of them, the curious children would peer through the window.

The housewives would throw the cut pieces of meat and bones onto the street, letting the sheepdogs guarding the flocks feast on them, enjoying this meager token of gratitude and offering.

The Sumerians, accustomed to disasters, continued to carry out most of the city-state's production and daily life. Amidst the smoke and roars of beasts, everything seemed unchanged.

"She dared to step on my solar calendar stone, is she asking for trouble again?"

Inside the astrological observatory, Kukulkan's clenched knuckles cracked, and Maya's emerald eyes held a deep, unfathomable glint, as if she might confront him at any moment.

But then, Quetzalcoatl's tense face quickly melted away, and a beautiful smile blossomed on her face.

Her back, now relaxed, rested gently against the headboard, as if a burden had been lifted. Her gaze, as she looked at the leopard's silhouette, softened, and she murmured softly.

"Well, you've improved quite a bit. I'll let you off this time."

Meanwhile, at the South Gate.

Layer upon layer of giant waves, carrying mud and withered trees, surged in.

Standing atop the city wall, Ishtar solemnly raised her hand in a gesture of invitation. The celestial vessel Maana, its bowstring taut like a full moon, suddenly unleashed its power the instant it had drained all the surrounding magic.

The light arrows pierced and tore through the giant waves with unstoppable force, blasting apart the massive torrent without mercy.

As the water splashes and shatters, corrupted evil spirits burst forth from the broken body of Mount Ebif.

Filled with resentment towards the living and a curse upon the vibrant, they swarmed forth, intending to devour the flesh and souls of these humans.

The South Gate, where eighty percent of the priestesses and magicians gathered, erupted with dazzling and colorful magical light.

A dazzling array of magical and spell attacks appeared one after another.

Here, you can witness the storm and thunder spells of the ruins of Babylon and the earth and water magic of the Temple of Eridua, as well as the purification ritual of Kusa and the life prayer of Uruk.

The mysterious power born from Sumerian culture has been concentrated on Uruk, an isolated island in the flood, under the encirclement and pressure of the flood.

They are all-encompassing, and they coexist harmoniously!

Everyone exerted every ounce of their strength, and even with splitting headaches, they dared not stop constructing the magic circle, chanting the divine incantation at high speed over and over again, even with their throats burning.

This is humanity's last bastion, the only remaining high ground of the Sumerian civilization.

Under the relentless onslaught, the evil spirits' bodies, before they even reached the south gate, were already riddled with holes and disintegrated into specks of light and dust.

As the battle intensified, new reinforcements joined the fray.

One by one, crimson evil spirits floated and surged upwards, howling in resentment as they were swept into the underworld and transformed by the chaotic and slanted forest of spears thrusting out from the ground.

"Hooray! Lady Ereshkigal!"

"Lady Ereshkigal is mighty!"

"Well done, Lady Ereshkigal!"

The Kusa people, who had already settled in Uruk, cheered with pride in the name of their city's guardian deity.

The spears that pierced the ground were of varying lengths and even began to veer off course, with some nearly penetrating the south gate city wall.

I was praised...

So many...

On the ground, the Kusa people cheered, and the other survivors from the city-states embraced each other, exchanging words of encouragement and gratitude.

Underground, the goddess, leaning on her gun wheel and standing before the mirror of the underworld, gazed at the city wall. Amidst her chaotic thoughts, a secret joy welled up within her, and her pretty face flushed slightly, like a little girl who had stolen a piece of candy.

Unconsciously, Ellie's fingertips, sliding upwards, touched the cool sensation wrapped around her arm, and she murmured a name.

Samael…

Yes, the current prestige and popularity of this goddess of the underworld are naturally inseparable from the covert promotion of the new shepherd king of Uruk.

Compared to the various idol-making activities that humanity will engage in in the 21st century, the methods used to promote deities today are practically like those of someone who hasn't graduated from kindergarten.

This merely explains Ereshkigal's good intentions in spreading the plague in Kusa, and her "enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens" in infiltrating the Three Goddess Alliance in preparation for dismantling the enemy from within.

This goddess, who has silently endured everything that has happened on the land for thousands of years, has become a rising star in the Uruk discussion.

However, having Ereshkigal draw away the death energy, accelerate the self-healing of some seriously injured people, project it, and leave blessings on some Kusa people caused her popularity to skyrocket.

Having lost their homes and lacking a sense of belonging, the Kusa people regard Ereshkigal, who protected them, as their spiritual pillar, and many have become her fanatical followers.

Currently, the goddess of the underworld is ranked third in popularity among the five goddesses.

Incidentally, the gentle and kind Kukulkan received the most votes, while Anna came in second with her adorable and righteous charm.

Miss Leopard Man fell to fourth place, and as for last place...

Damn it! Why am I fifth?!

It's a cover-up! There's definitely something fishy going on!

This goddess is the guardian of Uruk! How could we lose on our home turf?! That doesn't make sense!

Ishtar gritted her teeth, seething with resentment, as she recalled a recent poll conducted by the temple.

With her bow drawn, Maana fired a barrage of shots, using the corrupted evil spirits rising from the flood as scapegoats, blasting them apart one by one.

Anyway, the number of wreaths thrown by residents changes every day, and the ranking changes every week!

Next time, I won't lose!

And I've heard that the first place winner gets a prize! They can choose three valuable items from the treasury at the sacrificial site and keep them for themselves!

In addition, after the war, Uruk will create statues of the five goddesses and arrange them in the most prominent square according to their height and scale, based on their contributions.

Frankly, this kind of competitive approach that tries to incite enthusiasm is a bit underhanded.

After calming herself down, Ishtar's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she was full of fighting spirit. To her, the ghosts that were peeking out outside looked like glittering gold coins.

However, few people know that the executors of the popularity vote for outstanding goddesses are apparently the sacrificial site and Siduri.

But what truly instigated and perfected all of this was a wicked thing hiding in the shadows, secretly rejoicing.

Of course, this isn't entirely without reason or a morbid sense of humor.

Firstly, in the process of selecting goddesses, the distance between humans and goddesses has been narrowed, and the sense of separation has become almost transparent, so the surge in trust is a natural consequence.

Secondly, regardless of whether they came from the Maya, Greece, or Mesopotamia, or whether they had a history of misdeeds and scandals, their origins are now blurred, creating a clear distinction between them and their past selves.

Gradually, they all came to share a common title—the goddesses who defended Sumer.

A new faith and dependence relationship between humanity and God was born.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, beliefs and legends about the goddess Tiamat, along with prophecies, also quietly spread.

The freshwater Apsu can only be countered by the saltwater Tiamat.

Mother will return, and humanity will be protected!

In addition, the prizes that Ishtar coveted were also ultimately paid for by the people themselves.

The wreaths used for the Sumerian vote came from the old woman's specialty shop.

If you wish to create an image of the goddess who supports each other in order to seek protection, please go to the workshop of Old Um's family.

Incidentally, the sacrificial site can provide exquisite and precious materials, the astrological altar can be engraved with protective charms, and the temple can be responsible for consecrating them.

In short, a complete revenue-generating industrial chain has been formed.

Incidentally, the old lady's flower shop and Old Um's workshop were both invested in by a certain scoundrel.

Compared to Ishtar's brute force robbery, which lacks any real skill, this snake's methods of plundering money are clearly superior, and it poses virtually no hidden dangers.

As the old saying goes, the goddess might make a profit, but he definitely won't lose out.

As time passed, the floodwaters gradually receded by evening. The snipers, their bodies splattered with mud, collapsed on the city wall with a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

As the waves gradually subsided and the bull did not appear, Ishtar breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

Then, the goddess gently rubbed her aching neck, looked wistfully at Uruk behind her, and finally murmured a sigh of relief.

This time, thankfully, I didn't make a mess of things.

So, you don't need to wear that shameless "dog tag" tonight, right?

Chapter 140 Riddler, Get Out of Uruk! (4.5k)

Astrological Observatory, with a pointed roof.

Samael, now the King of Shepherds, stood atop the highest point of the city's buildings, gazing into the distance with his cross-shaped eyes taking in everything.

At the edge of the fortress, layered arrays formed by large-scale magical instruments construct an inverted, colorful dome that envelops the city and divides the world into two distinctly different scenes.

Inside Uruk, under the protection of the Sun Calendar Stone, the sun shines brightly, and simulated stars twinkle and rise and fall in the sky.

In the gentle breeze, residents went about their daily lives in an orderly manner, soldiers held their ground on both the northern and southern fronts, shops were bustling with business, and smoke rose from the chimneys of houses.

It was as if everything was as peaceful and beautiful as it had always been.

Even a simple glimpse through the protective membrane of Uruk's exterior is enough to fill one with dread and despair.

The intense blackness had swallowed up all light, and humans could no longer see the faint glow of the sun, moon, and stars from the earth's surface.

Rumble!

Thousands of purple-white lightning bolts exploded from one cloud after another, weaving and roaming or striking vertically in the boundless night sky, like angry dragons descending to earth.

Through the faint light of lightning, one could vaguely see that the heavy rain was still pouring down.

The surging, muddy currents have completely submerged the land, with the water level reaching nearly a hundred meters, almost level with the ever-increasing and reinforced city walls on all sides.

One hurricane after another swept across the undulating waves, crisscrossing and raging, piercing the heavens and the earth, and reflecting the dense lightning.

In just six days, people witnessed the complete fall of the outside world.

On the first day, dark clouds covered the entire Mesopotamian world, torrential rain poured down, light and darkness were indistinguishable, and the boundary between day and night disappeared.

The next day, a storm raged, and the dense etheric turbulence made it difficult for ordinary people outside the Uruk protective barrier to breathe.

On the third day, the earth cracked open, and water from the abyss gushed forth. Torrential rain poured down from the sky, and the Euphrates and Tigris rivers breached their banks one after another.

Eridu, Kusa, Ur, and Nippur all fell, and the land except for Uruk was completely submerged.

On the fourth day, the stars disappeared, the sun and moon sank, and only the fierce thunder roared and roamed.

On the fifth day, everything withered and died. The beasts had all died, the fish were gone, and no birds could be seen anywhere else.