Friendship Face-Smashing Punch 2/4

It seems that because he knew he was powerless to confront them head-on, Apsu did not show up to attack along the way.

Saint Shamhat emerges from the ghostly lantern, sitting at the bow of the ship, gently stroking the Chain of Heaven, his face radiating the gentle and contented expression of a mother.

After a few minutes of tension, Samael gradually relaxed, bypassed the exhausted and unconscious survivors, and arrived at the central cabin.

As soon as he entered, the ancient snake looked at the scene in the corner and his breath hitched.

"You..."

"Oh, Kuang is having some trouble. I'm helping her vomit and also to clear her head."

"Bang! Bang!"

The gentle and kind Feathered Serpent God smiled slightly, clenched her fist, and punched a certain feline in the stomach.

"Awooo!!!"

The Miss Leopard Person was lifted up by the neck, curled up like a shrimp, and let out a series of mournful cries. She then vomited out the core of the Solar Calendar Stone.

However, since its madness had not yet subsided, the overgrown canines viciously bit at Quetzalcoatl's neck.

"Tsk, still not awake?"

After examining the head, the Feathered Serpent God frowned slightly, then pressed the Miss Leopard Person to the ground and opened her left cheek, which had grown animal hair.

A series of crisp, cracking sounds echoed through the cabin, and Samael instinctively covered his cheek, feeling a sudden toothache.

Are you sure this... really works?

Given the Jaguar Man's previous good performance, the ancient snake couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He swallowed hard and asked with a dry laugh.

"Don't worry, I guarantee I can bring her to her senses!"

Quetzalcoatl made a solemn guarantee, and then slapped the Jaguar Man's long-haired face twice more.

The red and black mist that had been ferociously darting about just moments before gradually retreated into the Jaguar Man's body, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Hmm, it seems to actually work. What's the theory behind this?

Samael covered his face and left, unable to bear watching this unusual "treatment".

Leopard, good luck to you. You're used to getting beaten up, so one more time won't make a difference, right?

The ancient serpent murmured to itself, then decisively bypassed the Maya Goddess sisters, "Loving Each Other," and headed towards the inner side.

At this moment, Anna, who had just woken up, was busy distributing water and food to the survivors along with Siduri.

Seeing that the old lady from Yudian, the uncle at the city gate, and other familiar faces were all safe and sound, the purple-haired loli felt a great sense of relief.

Ishtar and Ereshkigal, clearly exhausted, sat on the bed, gazing out with unfocused eyes, seemingly preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Clearly, their relationship with the Mother Goddess Tiamat has taken a toll on the twin sisters, and they need some time to recover.

After briefly surveying the ship's condition, Samael slowly exhaled the stale air from his chest, tensing his nerves before gradually relaxing.

Inside the observation cabin, a sleepyhead, seemingly perpetually asleep, dozed off against a pillar.

With each breath, a multitude of purple light spots emerged from the sleeping figures and gradually converged around Merlin.

The illusory, swaying body gradually became clearer and more stable.

After feasting on a nightmare, the demon smacked its lips, and its brow relaxed slightly.

Hmm, it seems that his experience with savory...

Samael smiled slightly, came behind Gilgamesh, and returned the Royal Seal to its rightful owner.

The Heroic King glanced at it casually, his expression playful.

"What, you don't want it? Take it, and you'll be the New King of Uruk."

"Forget it, it'll be more effective if you keep it."

Samael shook his head slightly, refusing Gilgamesh to pass the throne to him on the spot.

Although the Royal Seal possesses incredible authority, capable of condemning a chief goddess of Ereshkigal's rank and cleansing the Mother Goddess Tiamat of her stigma.

But it seems that this thing can only unleash such power in Gilgamesh's hands.

"Seriously, you're leaving all the Uruk matters to me? Aren't you worried I might really mess things up?"

Samael rubbed his throbbing temples and chuckled wryly.

"Because it is only your choice, it is not within the calculation of fate."

"Whether the outcome is good or bad, it's always more interesting than a predetermined answer."

"Your Majesty, you still cannot break these shackles."

Gilgamesh casually accepted the royal certificate, nonchalantly stuffing it into the Golden Vortex with a meaningful expression.

"You guessed my identity in the underworld? So, from then on, Uruk's decision-making focus shifted to me?"

"Is that so, my My King?"

Samael seemed to be deep in thought, his Serpent Eyes narrowing slightly.

"You have eaten my Immortal Herb, thus severing my chance to find eternal life for the people of Uruk."

"The tenfold fine cannot be easily offset by a few empty words."

"Besides, you only saved me once, yet you took my life twice."

Gilgamesh turned his head to the side, crossed his arms, and hummed softly.

Two lives?

Samael's expression shifted, and he suddenly realized.

"You threw me into the underworld to protect me?"

"Tch, protection? I just wanted to add some uncontrollable variables to this so-called destiny."

Gilgamesh glanced at the ancient serpent beside him and responded arrogantly.

However, Samael rubbed his chin dismissively and muttered to himself.

"I knew it! Dealing with a snake doesn't require pulling out the Gawain's Sword, does it?"

"They threw me into the underworld to prevent the gods from knowing. My teacher also told me that it's a special place where even the Gods of Babylon are restricted."

"Only in this way can I, a variable beyond the control of fate, be prevented from being perceived by the gods in advance."

"It's all messed up, everything's gone wrong, so this is how it happened..."

"Besides, you really meant to kill me or torture me before, no matter how much I said, it was useless. It was like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man. You never intended to take my life in the first place."

The ancient serpent looked up at the Heroic King and couldn't help but sigh and complain.

"You've been living on tenterhooks for half a year, and you were just kidding me all along?"

"Isn't it an honor for you to please me, the king? An honorary citizen of Uruk? Hahahaha..."

Gilgamesh, seeing the "thief's" resentful expression, could no longer contain himself. He patted Samael's shoulder heavily and let out a joyful, maniacal laugh.

You damn arrogant and pleasure-seeking bastard!

Samael rolled his eyes, and the last trace of unease in his heart vanished.

Although this Heroic King, in order to annoy the gods, threw him into the underworld under the pretext of exile, he did not consider that the spirit and flesh are incompatible, and almost tormented himself to death.

However, this favor should indeed be accepted.

"By the way, I have another question. The 360 gun emplacements on the North Wall are called the [Divine Authority Seal]."

"Launching this thing requires the [Royal Seal] to operate it, and the [Royal Authority] to control [Divine Authority]. Is this just some kind of twisted sense of humor?"

"After all, I've heard similar terms before."

"The Divine Authority Seal, the Destiny of All Things! This thing represents the Fate Tablet that controls the fate of the world."

"Does your royal power truly supersede the will of Heaven?"

Samael was somewhat curious; he had a vague feeling that the human monarchy's power to condemn gods was too overpowered.

Moreover, Eridu a very haunted place; the Marduk's Axe and the Cylinder Seal are all evidence of this.

To truly resolve the problem, one might have to confront the so-called destiny.