An Ode for the Dead 4/5

At the critical moment, a Wyvern pushed aside the broken stone pillar, and as the hall disintegrated and collapsed, it reached out its claws and grabbed Ishtar's shoulder. Under Apsu's claws, it folded its wings and plummeted.

"Samael? Are you out of your mind? You're still here?!"

Ishtar gazed at those familiar Cross Star Pupils, unable to discern whether she was pleased or resentful.

This is the origin of the force that has appeared in Uruk several times.

To fool?! How dare you fool the King!

Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

The Ether Dragon stared at the figure flapping its wings in front of it, trying to take off and escape, and instantly let out an angry roar.

The gaping maw frantically sucked in the surrounding Aether Particles, creating an ever-expanding vortex of vacuum that distorted and collapsed the space.

Samael unleashed its accumulated divine power, but even with its wings flapping repeatedly, it could not break free in the slightest and began to slide into the gaping maw of the abyss.

At the same time, a huge Sorcery Array formed by the connection unfolded in front of Apsu, with hundreds of purplish-black light spheres radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.

Not far away, the three surviving Noah's Ark, which had just been gathered together, were now within the range of the attack.

I will extinguish the last spark of humanity. No matter how much they struggle, ants are only fit to crawl on the ground, they don't even have the right to look up at the sky!

The Ether Dragon's face was contorted with rage, its mind filled with fury.

In an instant, the air vibrated, and thousands of thick Magic Beam condensed to their maximum.

Die!

In an instant, half of the sky, amidst the wind and rain, was dyed an eerie purplish-red.

Whether it was Samael and Ishtar, trapped in the vacuum vortex, or the people on Noah's Ark shrouded in terror, they all closed their eyes in despair.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the earth sank, the tsunami surged, and the entire Uruk was completely submerged in an endless abyss. The ether dragon standing on the land staggered and fell backward.

The thousands of crimson Magic Beam immediately lost control, shooting wildly into the sky, with colorful light patterns exploding outwards, as dazzling as a celestial ceremony.

The creator father, Heron, was bound by layers of stacked tectonic plates to the jagged rocks in the abyss's fissures.

At the same time, a figure wearing a black, concealed crown and with long, flowing golden hair, holding a gun wheel, emerged from the abyss and stood on a raised area in the floodwaters where the terrain had been altered.

"Ereshkigal?! What are you doing out here?"

Samael, who had transformed into Wyvern, was overjoyed to have survived the ordeal.

"I have already hollowed out the soil, and the entire Uruk area has subsided, so the power of the underworld can flow freely up and down."

"This place has already become the site of the underworld!"

Ereshkigal looked at the three Noah's Ark filled with survivors, her eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and relief.

Love is sometimes just that absurd and ridiculous.

He abandoned his strategy of collecting human souls and conquering Uruk.

But in the end, it was precisely by sinking Uruk and rising to the surface that the last remaining essence of Sumer civilization was saved.

"Roar!"

However, this feeling of relief, filled with complex emotions, did not last long before the roars of beasts echoed from the abyss.

The rift intended to seal off Apsu's operation suddenly exploded, and a huge shadow struggled and floated.

"Run! He's too strong, I can't hold out much longer!"

Ereshkigal gripped the gun and pressed down with all her might, desperately using the Earth Authority to suppress the world-destroying dragon, while issuing a dry and urgent warning.

"Set sail! Set sail! Quickly!"

Samael immediately flapped his wings and flew up, shouting at the three Noah's Ark.

However, the moment the ark began to move forward, the Ether Dragon roared coldly once more.

A surging black tide rose from the crack in the ground, and the pale pink halo of light on the water was instantly torn apart and shattered like a bubble.

Merlin, who was maintaining the illusion on the ship, opened his mouth and spat out blood, his body flickering and dissipating.

"Hehe... humans... kill them!"

"Hehe... humans... kill them!"

One by one, the awakened Lahmu, grinding their teeth, swelled rapidly under the impetus of the black tide, cackling and surging towards the three Noah's Ark.

The thousand or so warriors, evenly distributed across the three Noah's Ark, were easily wiped out by a few waves, even by the still overwhelming number of Lahmu.

As Noah's Ark was propelled, it almost came to a standstill. The Magecraft defensive barrier outside the deck flickered and trembled, and the ship shook more and more violently, as an uncontrollable panic spread.

Inside the cabin, children and the elderly embraced each other, their suppressed sobs rising and falling.

The Sorcery Array on the last layer of the ark's cabin on the left was pierced by a hard-hitting man, and the tightly fastened cedar planks on the upper layer were roughly torn off.

Lahmu, with his head tilted to the side and a sinister laugh, raised his claws. Inside the cabin, the old man sadly covered the children's eyes, so that they would at least not have to face the nightmare of fear.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Just then, a violent roar came from the water, and a dark blue shadow picked up the Lahmu and jumped into the floodwaters.

"Grandpa... hug..."

The baby, held in a woman's arms, blinked its bright, watery eyes, pointed its little finger at the figure churning in the floodwaters, and giggled.

Ignoring all attempts to stop her, the woman incredulously peered out at the water beneath the boat, instantly covering her mouth to stifle her sobs, tears streaming down her face.

At this moment, clusters of eerie blue phantoms rose from below, ghosts with human-like outlines, dragging the Lahmu, which covered the water's surface, into the abyss.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

"With me by your side, don't even think about running away."

As the countless Lahmu around him were pulled into the flood like dumplings, Samael stood on the gunwale, looking at those familiar faces, his lips trembling.

"Hey, Samael, we meet again. We're not too late, are we?"

"We couldn't save the people of Babylon, but at least we made it this time!"

A general in military uniform and thousands of ghosts behind him, armed with guns and shields, waved in unison.

"Well done! I saw my own seed! Haha, I'll treat you to drinks next time!"

The old blacksmith, wielding a sledgehammer, stared wide-eyed, vowing that next time he would use the finest wine to entertain this old friend who had taken care of his descendants.

Yes, I would never use that cheap ale from some brand that tastes like horse urine.

"General Tal..."

"Uncle Umm..."

Beneath the dark, towering willows, an ancient snake murmured softly, warm liquid welling up in its eyes.

At this moment, Ereshkigal touched the water's surface with the gun in her hand, opened her lips and spoke sweetly, and the power of the underworld rippled out, enveloping every floating ghost.

"May the underworld protect you!"

Those blessed ghosts successively coalesced into semi-physical entities, forming beings similar to Garula Spirit, wielding blades condensed from Death Qi, and engaging in fierce battles with the mysterious creatures around them.

Taller led a large number of Garula Spirit to the front, clearing the waterway, and memories, emotions, and souls gradually became nourishment and were burned fiercely.

The shimmering, deep blue water forcefully blocked the dense black tide that engulfed Lahmu.

"Go! Don't stop!"

At the same time, a graceful figure with green hair and a light veil leaped onto the deck, waving Soul Cage in her hand.

One by one, the guardians of the underworld rose from the darkness, propelling Noah's Ark forward, cutting through the waves.

Teacher...

Samael pursed his lips and murmured, then resolutely turned his head away, fully activating the Sorcery Array and pushing the speed to its maximum.

Witnessing all this, Goddess Ishtar of abundance and war, pursed her cherry lips, raised her hand, and brought it close to her chest in an ancient military salute.

At this moment, vitality will no longer be the sole subject of praise!

At this moment, decay places its hopes on the new!

At this moment, I need the power of death!