A Love Triangle = A Dismemberment Scene?

"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! You're like this!"

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 inflicted by the divine power field oozed dark red liquid.

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

The immortality of the body allows the lacerations to heal rapidly, and the damaged muscles and even nerves gradually recover.

"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 Uruk goddess steeled her resolve and immediately soared into the air, cursing angrily 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, its outstretched fingers gripping the gun barrel amidst a string of angry curses, suddenly looked up and roared furiously.

"Shut up!"

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

The terrifying air pressure stirred up a cold, howling wind, and Ishtar, lifted into the air, crashed to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.

Worse still, the Underworld Goddess 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 dark red skull slowly raised its head, its empty eyes staring at the two pools of blood on the ground, a cold flame igniting within them.

"Samael! I command you, get out of my way!"

"Ereshkigal, calm down!"

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

"Come out first, let's talk about it!"

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, luminous 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 down on 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 become a sage, still have to bear the curses and scorn of the dead! Yet you can enjoy the favor of the gods, and even if you bring disaster to mankind, your faith will not waver!"

"Why is it that my underworld can't even open a bud, 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 Ereshkigal'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.

Spirit Peak Embrace, the Underworld Bellows! 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, Ereshkigal 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 suffocated by the divine power that seemed to be in hell.

When he learned that the reason for Ereshkigal'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 get to this point over a petty argument about exchanging stamps?

Just as the ancient serpent was about to raise its head and stop, offering itself 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!"

"Bang!"

The enormous stone pillar that rose up pressed down resolutely and cruelly, the dense Death Qi that permeated the surroundings determined to eradicate any life force, 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 the meaning of "releasing the sea," felt its whole body turn ice-cold.

"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 Ereshkigal, 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 scene, Samael frowned and asked a question as he looked at the beams of light flying and pebbles falling across the field.

"You really don't know what Shepherd Priest represents?"

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

What else could Shepherd Priest be?

Shepherding and leading the flock known as "believers"...

Suddenly, Samael's expression froze.

Damn! First impressions matter!

This is a pastor! Not Shepherd 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 back to the origins of the Sumer 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 Merlin 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, pierced 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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