Uncle B Was Invincible!

The next day, at Mount Epiph, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

After rummaging through the ruins on the mountaintop for half the night, Ishtar threw the last bag of gem crystals into the Sky Ark Ma'anna, took one last look at this sorrowful place, and flew onto her vehicle.

As she swept across a section of Mount Epiph, the goddess subconsciously looked at the collapsed half of the mountain range, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.

With the assembly time fast approaching and the rain blurring the view, Ishtar had no choice but to suppress her confusion and rush toward Uruk.

At this point, if you lift the collapsed area to a higher position, you will be able to see it clearly from above.

This so-called collapse actually resembled a hoofprint that fell from the sky.

Thunder roared, the dark clouds dispersed slightly, and a blurry outline made entirely of cast metal emerged from the sky-covering gloom, revealing a menacing and oppressive presence.

Near Edessa, the Mayan Pyramid.

After Quetzalcoatl infused the Sun Calendar Stone with concentrated divine power, he blew a whistle, leaped onto the back of the Pteranodon, and also rushed towards Uruk.

In her hands, however, lay a slightly damaged Clay Tablet.

Half an hour later, at the Royal Palace Divine Tower, everyone arrived, the atmosphere solemn and oppressive.

With the arrival of Quetzalcoatl, this energetic man, the atmosphere became inexplicably lively.

The passionate Feathered Serpent God, beaming with smiles, warmly embraced each of her familiar friends, bidding them farewell and offering blessings before her departure.

This radiant goddess energized the entire atmosphere, possessing a captivating charm that dispelled the gloom that had hung over everyone's hearts.

After a brief period of rest, the scene quieted down. Gilgamesh nodded slightly, and Merlin tapped his wand lightly. A unique resonance emanated from all directions of Uruk.

Immediately, the Astrology Platform, the sacrificial site, and the temple lit up with countless rune arrays.

Large and small, layered circular spells soared into the sky, and beams of colorful light converged with the Aether Tide, instantly forming a raging thunderstorm above Uruk.

The long-awaited sunshine finally shone on the earth, somewhat dispelling the musty smell and dampness of the past few days of rain.

"Waaaaah!"

Immediately afterwards, a mournful bugle call echoed from the various watchtowers on the North Wall.

The fences near the barracks opened, and thousands of Quetzalcoatlus rushed out of the breeding sheds to frolic. The Riding, who had been waiting for a long time, each carrying their own packs, hopped on and mounted.

The sound of fans being turned came, and the hastily assembled Dragon Rider force took off, splitting into small teams and heading towards the Fir Forest.

According to the plan, over the next three hours, they will traverse the wasteland, scattering Magic Potion and dropping blood-smelling bait along the way to lure out the monster hordes near the Temple of Blood.

Moreover, this operation must not go too far, and the pace needs to be carefully controlled.

All the preparations for the great battle have been made, and now it's Samael and his surprise attack team's turn to seize the opportunity and break in from the side.

As they were about to part, Leonidas, with a serious expression, approached Samael and patted his younger brother on the shoulder, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"According to Sparta etiquette, since young men are going to war, I should give you some useful weapons."

"Look, I'm all ready!"

With a beckoning gesture from the Spartan King, the son of the blacksmith ghost Um, with great pride, brought the gift that Leonidas had commissioned him to make to Samael.

The equipment was complete: a long spear, three javelins, a round shield, and a short sword.

Good heavens, this is more than the weapons of a regular Sparta warrior.

Moreover, with four layers of spearman buff, you want me to die fast enough, right?

Samael was both amused and exasperated, and felt a bit resistant.

"Take them. They have all been tempered by Zeus's divine blood and have a natural advantage against the Gorgon!"

Leonidas noticed the serpent's subtle expression, raised his hand and lightly punched Samael's chest, giving him earnest advice.

Only then did the ancient serpent notice the bandages wrapped around Leonidas's arm, the tips of which had strange bluish-red hues.

As a descendant of King of Gods has deteriorated for countless generations, using the divine blood within his body to temper martial arts obviously results in significant losses.

Zeus's bloodline could subdue the Gorgon? It seems... or maybe it really is true!

The Spartan King's words reminded him of the legends associated with the Gorgon.

According to the Theogony, the three Gorgon were descendants of Typhon, the king of the Greek monsters.

However, this is Yan Yi's debuff. Typhon's more famous offspring are basically unlucky ones who are just trying to gain reputation with heroes.

Among the more powerful ones are Cerberus; Ladon, the giant dragon with two heads who guards the golden apple tree; Hydra that lives in Lake Lena; and the enormous, impervious Nemean Lion...

Consider the fates of these individuals; they were all single-handedly defeated by Heracles' Twelve Labors.

Even among the remaining Typhon descendants with names and surnames, more than 70% had been defiled by that Hercules.

(What else can I say? Uncle B is awesome! Snow City is invincible!)

In terms of blood relations, these are all brothers and sisters of the Gorgon.

Heracles, as the ancestor of the Spartans, was a natural enemy of Typhon's descendants.

Therefore, the lethality of this weapon mixed with Zeus's blood against the Gorgon is self-evident.

"Samael, that's all I can do for you. Come back alive!"

"Um!"

Clearly, this Spartan King truly regarded Samael as a close friend and had put a lot of thought into preparing the gifts.

The ancient serpent no longer refused. After bumping fists and chests with Leonidas, it tethered Mugen to the back of the Quetzalcoatl.

As the two parted ways, the team prepared to depart, when a petite purple figure blocked Samael's path.

"I want to go too!"

"Alright, I'll be in charge of commanding this squad, so you'll have to follow my instructions for any actions we take..."

The ancient snake understood the determination and resolve in Anna's upturned face. It crouched down, raised its hand to stroke her head, and patiently made the pre-battle agreement.

"Um!"

The little girl, whose expectations had been lowered, was overjoyed when she saw that Samael had actually made an exception and agreed to let her join. She nodded her head vigorously.

Then, the ancient serpent pulled Anna Ra onto the Quetzalcoatl it was riding, and the two figures, one large and one small, nestled together.

Moments later, a squad of Quetzalcoatlus took flight, and the team consisting of Samael, Anna, the Jaguar Man, Merlin, and Ishtar headed towards the Fir Forest.

Although the torrential rains in most parts of the north were dispelled by Uruk's Magecraft circle, they were consuming massive amounts of strategic resources every moment.

Judging from the persistent dark clouds overhead and the humid air all around, this artificially created favorable weather is only temporary.

Therefore, we must act swiftly and decisively!

In the clouds, Samael looked down at Anna in his arms, her face tense and her expression solemn, her pupils opening and closing in a cross pattern.

Silly girl, be a good girl, I won't let you sacrifice yourself this time.

Come on, let me see the grand gift that [Destiny] has prepared!