Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Ai Lei's delicate body trembled slightly. In this intimate caress, she gradually adapted, her body became warm and soft, and she could even see the luscious color of her earlobes.

"It's so beautiful..."

"What...what..."

The warm breath blowing into her ear made the usually shy Ai Lei blush, her pink tongue twitch, and her proud body begin to resist this level of intimacy.

“I said Uruk…”

"I wonder how long this beauty can last..."

Samael sighed softly, looking down at the fortified city beneath the Sun Calendar Stone, his gaze deep and distant, like a wise monarch guarding Sumerian civilization.

No, he was.

The goddess in his arms stopped trembling, and the two figures pressed closer together in the darkness, as if warming each other. Her soft hand slid down gently and grasped the ancient serpent's fingers.

“Samael…”

"Um…"

"Can you take your hand away now?"

At this moment, the air temperature suddenly dropped, and the fingers of the man who was wandering over the goddess's pert buttocks were pried open one by one.

The sickening cracking of bones came from upstairs, signaling that it was time for dinner to start downstairs.

The leopard man and Kukulkan danced the wild and dynamic Aztec sacrificial war dance, raising their cups in joyful toasts, forgetting all the past troubles.

However, when a certain drunken cat, emboldened by its arrogance, placed its paw on Kukulkan's chest and, oblivious to the danger, gave it a pinch,

The atmosphere froze instantly, the tables and chairs clattered, and a landmark with a head stuck in the floor was added to the room.

Siduri placed the food prepared for Leonidas into the food box before finally sitting down.

Anna, both excited and nervous, invited the elder priestess to taste each dish.

After receiving a rating that satisfied her, the little girl happily picked up the hot milk and drank it.

However, the one who pushed the milk cup over was a slightly drunk, white-haired dream demon with a wicked grin on his face.

Looking from afar, the wine glass in his hand, which had just been full, was now nearly half empty.

Alcohol tolerance needs to be developed from a young age…

That's how he taught Artoria back then.

Chapter 141 The Old Driver on Mount Akina (4k)

At dawn, the solar calendar stone shimmered with light, and above the dome, projections simulating celestial bodies coalesced and took shape, as the lingering night gradually faded away.

Inside the embassy, ​​the table was littered with cups and plates. The leopard-man, who had pulled his head out of the floor, curled up like an earthworm with his plump buttocks sticking out, fast asleep.

Siduli, who needed to transfer and relocate supplies, left early.

The feathered serpent god before the steps gently swirled his wine bowl, gazing elegantly at the scenery both within and beyond the heavens.

On her lap, little Anna, her face flushed, lay there without a care in the world, a gentle smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Merlin, the criminal who tricked the little girl into drinking, was bound and hung from the rafters by the black chains released by Anna, and left to dry in the wind.

At this time, on the second floor.

The shepherd king and the god of the underworld sat side by side.

As the sunlight fell on the goddess's shoulders, the serene gold in her hair gradually transformed into a vibrant black.

"Is it almost dawn?"

Ishtar stretched lazily, as if waking from a deep dream.

"Um…"

As Samael pondered, a gentle look appeared in his eyes.

"And... thank you..."

Ereshkigal's ability to raise her consciousness to the surface and freely control her body was largely due to Ishtar's concession.

"Um, by the way..."

The goddess raised her right index finger, parted her delicate pink lips, and affectionately put her left arm around Samael's shoulder, then whispered in the shepherd king's ear.

"Her kissing skills are terrible, right?"

"You can feel it?!"

Samael coughed violently, and his face turned ashen.

"Of course!"

Ishtar wore a smug, triumphant smile, her upturned lips resembling those of a fox that had stolen a hen and was grinning.

"I am the dominant one in the body on the ground. As long as I am on guard, even if my consciousness is dormant, I can still perceive the changes in my body from a third-person perspective."

"Oh ho, you're quite the flirt! No wonder I taught you!"

"However, tsk tsk, she hasn't made any progress over the centuries. She always has to ask others to take the initiative in these kinds of things."

"This woman is such a hassle, I don't know what's so good about her. You might as well dump her. If you want to learn something, I can continue to teach you."

The goddess leaned over and cornered Samael against the wall. Her playful expression suddenly turned into one of restless desire.

However, unexpectedly, the raised fingers and palms on the other side slid up Ishtar's slender neck, and in a tingling sensation, stopped at her earlobe, gently rubbing it.

“嘤咛…”

"You...you...how could you!"

The Great Goddess of Uruk instantly blushed on one side of her face, her earlobe bleeding profusely. Like a startled rabbit, she hurriedly darted a few steps away, shrank into a corner, and stammered.

It's definitely a sensitive spot, and it seems to react even more easily than Ellie.

Samael rubbed his fingertips, which were still suspended in mid-air, with a hint of lingering satisfaction. He glanced at Ishtar, who was full of vigilance, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That's it? You think I'll learn from you?"

"Tch, you underestimate me! Does having a lot of theoretical knowledge not work?!"

Ishtar stubbornly defended herself.

"Heh, do you think I need you to teach me the theory? Do you really think my 10GB of learning materials were for nothing!"

"Huh? Study materials?"

"Want to know? Classes are charged by the hour."

"Dream on! This goddess is notorious for taking but not giving! You won't get a single penny out of me!"

The greedy goddess, whose personality has become distorted and who has a crazy love for gemstones, instantly becomes alert upon hearing about tuition fees, clutches her purse tightly, and instantly forgets the romantic moments from just moments ago.

After easily puncturing Ishtar's old fox facade, the ancient serpent smiled contemptuously and strutted arrogantly.

Of course, what the goddess of love, who was fooled, didn't know was that the serious people had already been putting their skills to the test.

If you've never been in a relationship and have been single for two or three decades, how could you possibly develop such a repressed and passionate personality? Who would download so many study materials for no reason?

On Mount Akina, true veteran drivers never bother with words; they take action directly and decisively assess the pros and cons.

Samael understands this all too well.

hum...

As the last vestiges of night faded, Kukulkan threw down his wine bowl, and the crowd downstairs, who had been maintaining a vigilant distance from the outside world, instantly sobered up and stood up abruptly.

"Phew, is it time?"

Ishtar exhaled a long breath, her delicate hands, hidden in the corner, trembled slightly, and her heart pounded violently.

In the soft morning light, a hand gently grasped her slightly trembling hand. The goddess was taken aback and turned her head, only to see the shepherd king beside her, smiling and winking at her.

"So, are you ready to protect your people, your city-state, Your Majesty?"

"Of course!"

Standing before the railing, Ishtar, bathed in light, overlooks the entire city of Uruk, taking in everything.

The goddess gradually tightened her grip on that hand that held her dependence, her tone firm and her expression proud.

"Even if the Father God himself comes, he will not harm my property! Nor will he lay a finger on my kingdom!"

At this moment, in the fortified city that had become an isolated island, there was silence and solemnity. Inside the houses, relatives and friends embraced each other to say goodbye.

The last group of Uruk warriors on their rest day received their gleaming spears and shields from their families, and spontaneously lined up in the streets to reinforce each other's lines.

The remaining able-bodied men and women went to the sacrificial site as the second echelon, responsible for transporting supplies and ready to fill gaps in the battle line at any time.

The elderly, weak, women, and children, who had little fighting ability, picked up their packed belongings and, with the help of the leopard-man familiars, moved towards the royal palace tower, which had the most stringent protective spells.

The entire city was like a tightly wound machine, its gears meshing and turning, silently exuding the terrifying resilience and endurance of the human species.

Outside Uruk, the height of the great flood was already level with the city walls, and the surface of the abyss was dark and deep, merging the sky and the earth together.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of crimson lightning bolts raged forth, striking the solar calendar stone power circle that protected Uruk.

Under the flash of lightning, tens of thousands of grotesquely laughing Rahmu floated on the black water.

Dozens of columns of wind, carrying fierce water currents and swarms of corrupted evil spirits, slammed into the outer wall of the defensive line.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a terrifying etheric tide surged from the north, unleashing a furious wave of crimson and black, quickly staining the waters with a sinister hue.

The ground trembled violently, and even the city walls, which were frantically layered with protective spells, shook.

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, a massive shadow rose from the water and the earth's strata, and an indescribable terror spread.

Looking towards the rising waves to the north, everyone's hearts clenched, their expressions were solemn, and their palms were soaked with cold sweat.

On the seventh day, the Creator awoke!

Leonidas slammed his spear heavily to the ground, the veins bulging as he let out a hysterical roar.

"High alert! Prepare for an attack!"

The soldiers and magicians, whose minds had been stolen and whose bodies had instinctively stiffened and trembled, gradually warmed up under the illumination of the Sun Calendar Stone, their consciousness, which had been frozen solid as if immersed in the deep sea.

The nerves of the defenders, tempered by countless trials, are tough enough to ignore the surging black tide sweeping in from the north. Like dutiful soldier ants, they bury themselves in their formations or activate magic.

Amidst the tooth-grinding metallic tremor, the cannons, each bearing the seal of divine authority, rotated autonomously.

As the magic circle diagram guided the turret, it adjusted its angle, and the vibrant colors on its ports became even more dazzling.

"King's Cannon, open all gun ports! Target: Black Tide to the north! Magic Array activated!"

"Warm up! Fire volley!"

When the lapis lazuli and magic crystals used as ammunition were filled, they turned into dust and scattered, converging into a magic circle that resonated and hummed.

Thousands of beams of light pierced through the darkness beyond the barrier, forcefully shattering and tearing apart the surging black tide.

It worked!

The initial test was a resounding success, and everyone was thrilled.

Moments later, however, large clumps of roots and branches, resembling fleshy tendrils and human limbs, drifted down from the upper reaches of Mesopotamia.

The decaying cedar forest that advanced with the black tide to the north wall stretched out its branch-like arms of the Dawn God, saturated with divine blood, spreading wildly across the earth and water like ink spreading across the land.

In the blink of an eye, a vast expanse of roots and vines had invaded the northern high platform. Nourished by the waters of the abyss, the cedar beast Fenbaba, serving as the outpost, appeared even more ferocious and enormous.

This demonic monster is tirelessly engaged in a fierce battle with Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

The fact that its roots could regenerate endlessly when inserted into the abyss waters made the Heavenly Lock and Heavenly Wedge, which wanted to uproot it, quite troublesome.

However, while they were slowing down the undead monster's advance, Gilgamesh and Enkidu also secretly freed up their hands to wipe out the nearby Rahmu.

boom!

The earthquake trembled, enveloping the outer walls of Uruk, shaking violently, and the light patterns flickered erratically.

One by one, the Rahmu broke through the blockade and leaped onto the city walls. The Spartan phalanx, which was on high alert, moved in an orderly fashion, dividing and surrounding them.

Immediately afterwards, along the Ebif Mountains, layers of surging waves pressed in with overwhelming force.