Sumerian Fandom Wars 4k

"Sweetie, let big sister touch you."

Quetzalcoatl raised his hand and pinched Samael's chin. His sliding fingertips, as if sensing the delicate contours of a work of art, brought a slight tingling sensation.

"Don't bully Samael!"

Seeing that the ancient snake's body was somewhat stiff, Anna immediately stuffed the fruit slices that filled her cherry lips and swallowed them whole. She ran to the bedside like a dutiful little bodyguard, blocking the sexually harassing female hooligan from the victim.

"Oh? So only you can bully him, right?"

"Where... where is it..."

"I've noticed your eyes glancing at this child's neck several times. Tell me, is your tooth itchy? Is your throat a little sore? Do you want to take a few bites? I can let you have it."

"Ugh... Q'uq'umatz is bullying me..."

Under the repeated seduction of the Feathered Serpent God, little Anna, completely captivated, hurriedly lowered her head, her face flushed and burning, her throat dry.

The purple-haired loli pulled up her hood, not daring to look at Samael beside her. Her tongue was tied as she responded, looking embarrassed and ashamed, which only added to her cuteness.

Amidst this series of teasing, the ancient snake coughed slightly, both amused and exasperated, and gave a soft snort of annoyance.

"Looking at how energetic you are, even having the leisure to tease the New King of Uruk, your injuries must be fine."

"Goddesses are all petty," Gu She thought to herself.

In a sense, Anna is the other side of the Beast Goddess; the combined forces of Gorgon and Kingu almost killed this Feathered Serpent God.

So, in his spare time, Quetzalcoatl would secretly make fun of it a few times, probably considering it a very good pastime.

After a few brief pleasantries, the two got down to business.

"Can the power of the Solar Calendar Stone last until the eighth day?"

"I can barely hold on if I'm not directly hit by Deity-class opponent, but if I suffer a severe blow, I won't last long."

"Feel sorry..."

Quetzalcoatl leaned against the headboard, closing his eyes in resignation.

"You did your best, there's nothing to blame yourself for."

"Moreover, for humans to gain the favor of the gods, they must at least demonstrate their worth as worthy of being loved."

Samael spoke seriously, and his face, bathed in sunlight, possessed a peculiar charm reminiscent of a marble statue.

As the two were talking, a strong tremor came from both the north and south sides.

Inside the Astrology Platform, the Magecraft circle swayed slightly, and dust fell in rustling sounds.

There are enemies!

Anna, who was sitting at the table, swinging her little feet and munching on tropical fruit, perked up her ears, subconsciously looked up, grabbed the artifact Hepal, and wanted to rush out.

At that moment, Quetzalcoatl, who was recuperating in bed, couldn't help but change his expression, arch his back, and tense his muscles.

"You all better behave yourselves!"

However, Samael reached out with two hands, one pressing down on Anna's little head and the other on Quetzalcoatl's shoulder, and hummed softly with a furrowed brow.

"Just two normal waves of attacks, we can handle them!"

Immediately, the ancient serpent opened its lips and chanted, opening Sorcery Array to observe the two battle lines, Projection the situation at the front lines in front of Anna and Quetzalcoatl.

On the North Wall, countless Lahmu emerged from the turbid waves, their heads seemingly densely packed, numbering in the tens of thousands.

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

The mysterious monsters charged in with snarling laughter, wanting to follow the will of the monster god and complete the massacre of humanity.

However, hundreds of "Divine Authority Seal" cannons mounted on the city walls hummed and roared, unleashing massive Magic Beam that systematically blasted fish.

The waves carried by Lahmu, enveloped by the power of the Solar Calendar Stone, disintegrated and dissipated automatically before even reaching the North Wall.

Even if a high-level mystical being with high magical power appears and can spread its wings to fly, the Sparta phalanx and the Pterodactyl Rider, who are on high alert, 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 Jaguar Man, leading a group of his forest companions and familiars, patrols Lingyi.

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 Lahmu.

Even though there was a significant difference in individual strength, the combined effects of the Solar Calendar Stone, the Magecraft's Auxiliary Spell, and the Temple Spirit Summoning quickly overwhelmed the emerging Lahmu, with the swarming Leopard Beastkin piling up to kill him.

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.

The Jaguar Man leaped onto the Solar Calendar Stone, raised his grappling hook, and looked down over the fortress, 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, these are the powers that gods, as superior beings, possess.

In this way, ensuring the reproduction of life, protecting property, and guiding the ants who offer sacrifices to them are also the duties that gods should fulfill.

God's power is innate!

God's duty is from beginning to end!

Unfortunately, many people who are highly knowledgeable only read 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 scraps 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, nothing seemed to have changed.

"She dared to step on my Solar Calendar Stone, is she asking for trouble again?"

Inside the Astrology Platform, Quetzalcoatl'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, Feathered Serpent God's tense face quickly melted away, and a beautiful smile blossomed on her face.

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

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

At this time, 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 Sky Ark Ma'anna, 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 the massive torrent apart without mercy.

As the water splashes and shatters, what follows are the corrupted evil spirits that burst forth from the broken body of Mount Epiph.

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

The South Gate, where eighty percent of the Shrine Maiden Priestess and Magecraft gathered, erupted with dazzling and colorful magical light.

The various Magecraft and divine spell attacks were endless, dazzling the eyes of the people.

Here, you can witness the storm and thunder spells of the ruins of Babylon and the earth and water Magecraft of the Temple of Ea Eridu, as well as the purification ritual of Kusa and the life-saving prayer of Uruk.

The mysterious power born from Sumer script 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 Sorcery Array, 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 in Sumer civilization.

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

As the battle intensified, new reinforcements joined the fray.

One by one, crimson evil spirits floated up, piercing through the chaotic and slanted forest of spears on the ground, howling in resentment as they were rushed and dragged into the underworld for transformation.

"Hooray! Lady Ereshkigal!"

"Lady Ereshkigal is mighty!"

"Lady Ereshkigal looks like this!"

The Kusa people, who had already settled in Uruk, rejoiced 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...

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

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

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

Samael ...

Yes, the prestige and popularity of this Underworld Goddess is inseparable from the covert promotion of the new Shepherd King of Uruk.

Compared to the elaborate idol-making activities that humanity will engage in in the 21st century, the methods used to promote deities today are simply 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 Triple Goddess Alliance in preparation for dismantling the enemy from within.

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

However, having Ereshkigal draw away the Death Qi, accelerate the self-healing of some seriously injured people, Projection, 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 popularity of the Underworld Goddess ranks third in the "Great Goddess" series.

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

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

Damn it! Why am I number one?!

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

The Goddess of Uruk is the guardian of Uruk! How could she lose the Battle of Uruk?! That's illogical!

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

With her Celestial Bow Ma'anna fired a barrage of shots, using the fallen 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 a statue of the Great Goddess and arrange the statues in the most prominent square according to their height and size, based on the magnitude of 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 Gilgamesh gold coins.

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

What truly instigated and perfected all of this was a wicked thing hiding in the shadows, secretly enjoying itself.

However, this is not entirely without reason or a perverse 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 boundary 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 man and God is being conceived and developed.

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

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

The guinea pigs will eventually return, and humanity will be protected!

Besides, the prizes that Ishtar coveted were also obtained by taking advantage of others.

The wreaths used for the Sumerians 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 Astrology Platform 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 approach, 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 and evening approached, the floodwaters gradually receded. 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, do we no longer need to wear those shameless "dog tags"?