Veteran Workhorse Big Sister 4/4
Royal Palace Divine Tower.
As the parchment scroll was passed around for everyone to look at, Samael explained his intentions and plans.
While most people marveled at this way of thinking that transcended the chessboard and turned passivity into initiative, Merlin was the first to calm down, a slight frown on his brow.
"The idea is brilliant, but it's not something that can be easily accomplished, is it?"
"That's Apsu, you think they'd let us back off so easily?"
Samael nodded helplessly, turning the chess piece in his hand, and answered quietly.
"Before the Bull of Heaven Gurra and the Fir Beast Humbaba appear, I still have a 70% chance of success..."
"Right now, we don't even have three taels..."
Ishtar's pupils contracted, and his expression darkened.
"You mean the Father God..."
"He will relentlessly pursue us, even if we enter the Persian Gulf, until we are dead!"
"Bull of Heaven and the Cedar Beast will likely become powerful obstacles to intercepting Noah's Ark."
Samael casually tossed aside the silver chess piece, clapped his hands, and decided to voice his conjecture.
"Under the mandate of heaven, they will absolutely not allow variables beyond their control to exist..."
Anna, hidden in the shadows, spoke in a cool voice, her eyes filled with emotion.
Merlin lay sprawled in front of the sand table, fiddling with the chess pieces, humming weakly.
"Yes, they even threw the Bull of Heaven to Apsu, which shows their gambling spirit."
"We're probably not the only ones who would flip a table."
Samael looked up, stopping the two men's dejected murmurs, his tone calm and steady.
"The troubles of destiny and divine will are a matter for later."
"Now, the first problem we need to solve is how to survive until the eighth day after Apsu bursts out of the ground."
Then the ancient serpent looked at the Great Sage had just been excitedly energetic but was now slumped against the pillar, dozing off.
"Merlin, can your illusion magic weave a cradle for Apsu? Let it sleep a few more days."
"Sleep a few more days? You think too highly of me, High Shepherd Priest."
Merlin was both amused and exasperated, waving his hands repeatedly.
"One day! You can fool him for one day, but that's all!"
Samael remained undeterred and lowered his demands to the bare minimum.
He's laid bare his secrets, so Merlin has to put in some effort, right?
"If you're trying to use illusions to hypnotize him, I wouldn't last half a day!"
"At most, one exchange and my old life will be over."
Merlin helplessly shrugged and repeatedly declined.
"Didn't you previously mislead... Ereshkigal?"
"How can that be the same, my friend? What is fake is still fake, and illusions can only project people's thoughts."
"But if I were facing a monster with nothing but destructive desires and no mercy, even if I were sacrificed to the heavens, I still wouldn't be able to hypnotize it."
Upon hearing the Great Sage's slightly mocking remark, Samael rubbed his temples and fell silent. He had originally had a 20-30% chance of winning, but now only a sliver remained.
Merlin may be cunning, but he wouldn't lie about this.
Moreover, considering the history, Tiamat did not want to exterminate humanity, which is why the Mother of Origin was trapped in a beautiful dream.
Similarly, the reason why Ereshkigal's previous attacks could be transformed into harmless dream flowers was precisely because of the softness in her heart.
This freshwater god is different; he's a violent monster who'll kill your whole family at the drop of a hat.
To expect Merlin, this half-breed nightmare, to directly deceive the perception of a Primordial God is simply wishful thinking.
Therefore, all that remains is to fight a tough battle before everything is ready.
Samael sighed deeply, his expression forlorn.
He already had a premonition that many people would die in this battle.
Since about six months ago, at least several dozen city-states in Mesopotamia, each with a population ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, have been affected.
Now, apart from Uruk, most of the cities have fallen, and the land is a vast ocean.
After thousands of years of development and prosperity, the Sumerians have now dwindled to only 20,000-30,000, making it almost impossible for them to sustain the Mesopotamian civilization.
Ultimately, Samael, clinging to hope, could only repeatedly set his expectations aside and prepare for the worst.
At dawn, the Shepherd Priest, who had been sitting quietly all night, reluctantly opened his eyes.
After many days, he finally reconnected with the Mother Goddess Tiamat through resonance.
But the results of the feedback also greatly exceeded his expectations.
As an exiled being, Tiamat is still not accepted by this world.
Therefore, once the force breaks through the membrane of the diaphragm, it will inevitably cause chaos. The Mother Goddess's weak consciousness will be unable to suppress her animalistic instincts and will immediately follow the principle of return to the source, dismantling and reconstructing this world.
If that happened, with Apsu on land and Tiamat at sea, humanity would truly have no way to survive.
Unless, he can find a way to harmlessly bring the Mother Goddess to the Mesopotamian world and arouse her protective instincts towards humanity.
The Shepherd Priest, sitting alone in the royal court, pondered deeply but came to no avail, and could only temporarily set aside his dilemma.
In the early morning, the long-awaited gentle sunlight rippled from the Sun Calendar Stone, enveloping Uruk.
Compared to the outer realms where storms rage and the land is submerged, and turbulent currents surge and swirl, this place is undoubtedly a paradise of refuge.
Samael glanced at the Sun Calendar Stone standing on the Astrology Platform, a hint of apology in his eyes.
Two hours later, in the room on the top floor of the Astrology Platform, which was covered with intricate incantations.
The blonde woman lying on the bed gently picked up a slice of mango from the fruit plate, put it in her mouth and chewed, the rich sweetness spreading through her mouth.
As his lips moved, Quetzalcoatl rested his chin on his slender fingers, his eyes smiling as he looked toward the head of the bed.
"What are you doing here?"
Anna, her mouth stuffed with fruit, gestured haltingly, looking utterly adorable.
"Can't you come and visit if you're too busy?"
Samael held the date porridge, blew on it into the spoon, and waited for it to reach the right temperature before feeding it to the Maya Goddess.
The porridge has a strong herbal flavor.
"Is it that bastard from Tezcatlipoca (the Jaguar Man) again, the one who can't control his mouth?"
"I'll twist her head off and use it as a landmark sooner or later!"
Quetzalcoatl frowned and snorted coldly, a ferocious grin spreading across his face, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.
"Come on, it's just the two of you sisters here. Without rivals, you'll probably be even more lonely."
"Besides, she's worried about you too."
Samael fed the medicinal porridge to the Maya Goddess, then began to smooth things over.
First, she broke the Triple Goddess Alliance, which greatly reduced her divinity. Then, the Black Tide broke out, and the release of her Noble Phantasm's true name caused her to suffer even more damage.
Immediately afterwards, the Feathered Serpent God rushed to Eridu, dismantled his own Noble Phantasm, and even fought the legendary monster Abogaru, killing it with all his might.
Finally, having to both stop the flash floods and maintain the operation of the Sun Calendar Stone, it is now extremely weak and cannot easily step out of the Astrology Platform.
Jian Zi is a veteran workaholic who has been busy in several battles, contributing her full strength.
"What, are you feeling sorry for your older sister?"
"A little..."
"So you came all this way just to comfort me?"
"I guess so..."
"Wow, so virtuous and adorable, she's really touched my heart. Maybe..."
"Um?"
"You married me?"
"Cough cough..."
"No, then big sister, shall I marry you?"
"..."
Quetzalcoatl blinked, a half-smile playing on his lips.