Tiamat, Time to Wake Up 4/4

Ishtar and Ereshkigal exchanged a glance, their eyes already understanding each other, and nodded in unison.

"Hey, take it!"

The goddess of Uruk hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took out a bright and clear Ruby necklace and tossed it to Samael.

"Keep this safe! It's my favorite piece out of the seven matching jewelry pieces in the Pala set."

"If you lose it, you won't be forgiven!"

The so-called Pala is a set of seven types of jewelry worn by Sumer women.

These include crowns, beaded necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and so on, which often possess sacred power for goddesses.

Ereshkigal's [Hidden Great Crown] and Ishtar's [Shining Great Crown] each have seven distinctive facets.

Therefore, these two items are divine treasures formed from the elevation of seven Pala jewelry pieces, possessing extraordinary functions.

The one that Samael is holding now is clearly one of Ishtar's favorite pieces, which she replaced and disassembled from the Shining Great Crown.

After the distressed Uruk goddess gave a few harsh instructions, Ereshkigal also took the Soul Cage from her waist and handed it to Samael.

"And this too, take good care of yourself."

The ancient snake subconsciously took the two items, examining them repeatedly with its eyes. Gradually, it understood and gently placed them against its chest, responding earnestly.

"Don't worry, I will contact you as soon as the situation stabilizes!"

"Wait for me!"

According to common knowledge in the mystical world, whether it is constructing a targeted communication technique or conducting a more difficult spirit possession ritual for a specific target, a special medium is required.

Generally speaking, these are what are known as "Holy Relic".

Clearly, Ishtar and Ereshkigal gifted Samael treasures imbued with their own aura and divinity in the hope that the ancient serpents could make contact with them in the future.

Furthermore, if they encounter danger or need help, they can be summoned to descend upon another land if conditions permit.

"Tch, who cares! You'd better not bother me!"

Watching the figure gradually disappear into the thick fog, Ishtar curled her lip and snorted softly.

"Yeah! We can't care about this guy!"

"It would be best if he didn't come; the bed is bigger, and I can get a good night's sleep!"

Ereshkigal waved her small fists at the air, filled with righteous indignation, and the surroundings gradually filled with the sour and astringent smell of green fruit.

Immediately, the Underworld Goddess was the first to lose her composure, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with loneliness.

"What if Samael really doesn't come?"

Ishtar suddenly circled behind Ereshkigal, her claws snapping forward to grab her sister's small breasts.

This eccentric goddess of Uruk breathed harshly into her sister's ear, her brows furrowed in a menacing manner, behaving exactly like a female rogue.

"Then I'll sleep with you! He'll have no chance with me after that!"

With her sensitive spots being given special attention, Ereshkigal whimpered and collapsed. The whispers from her wicked younger sister made her blush and feel utterly ashamed.

"They're about the same size, and they feel nice to the touch."

"Why do you touch her inappropriately more often at night than I do?"

"Discrimination! Blatant discrimination!"

Immediately, Ishtar, who was wantonly harassing her older sister to vent her dissatisfaction, couldn't help but recall something and smugly curled the corners of her lips.

"However, with me watching over you during this time, I managed to prevent you from succeeding!"

"He is my Sacred Marriage, and this goddess is determined to win first place!"

Ereshkigal blushed slightly, pulled away Ishtar's claws, raised her chin, and gave a grumpy reminder.

"The place he is going to may be there, where the Mother Goddess's return will probably not be completed in a day or two."

"When will it be your turn to be in charge?"

Ishtar blinked, spread her hands, and showed no sign of interest.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I get there first."

"Hmph, I won't give it to you no matter who I lose to, that's a matter of principle."

So after all that, you just wanted to take it from me? Just to enjoy the feeling?!

Ereshkigal stared in disbelief, her blood rushing to her head, her lips twitching violently.

"Don't move, let me touch you again, let me see if there's anything else between us..."

"I'm so unwilling to accept losing like this, without even knowing why."

As the goddess Uruk muttered to herself, she subconsciously raised her hand and pinched Ereshkigal's slender waist.

However, Ishtar clearly did not notice the gradually distorted smile of the Underworld Goddess.

As the sliding fingertips approached her lower abdomen, Ereshkigal, unable to bear it any longer, picked up the gun and slammed it into the head of that daredevil.

"You should... stop now!"

"Boom!"

The earth cracked open, Ishtar, with half of her body buried in the ground, felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the whole world before her eyes was filled with Gilgamesh.

Ereshkigal used the Earth Authority to bury her troublesome younger sister, leaving only her head sticking out.

"Hey! Ereshkigal, why are you throwing a tantrum again? Didn't we agree to compete fairly based on our charm? Hitting someone is against the rules!"

"Can't you accept defeat?! Can't you accept defeat?!"

Ishtar, buried alive, stared at the several Garula Spirit that remained to guard the place and protested at the top of her lungs.

"You idiot, you better reflect on your actions!"

Ereshkigal's face darkened, and she angrily grabbed the gun barrel and turned to walk towards the temple.

Mother Goddess, you've seen it all! All that talk about sisterly love and unity against outsiders is a lie!

Let's rely on ourselves; whoever grabs the yogurt first gets it!

Several days later, in the Fir Forest, in the ruins of the Temple of Blood.

Samael, dressed in his travel gear, casually moved a pillar weighing several hundred pounds and stepped into the dimly lit Yongyu.

Inside, vines hang low, and stones are scattered about, resembling purplish-red tubular structures of blood vessels. Most of them have dried up and fallen off, but a few still maintain a peculiar rhythm.

The ancient serpent took out the purple snake scale given to it by Anna from its bosom and followed the flickering fluorescence on it, heading towards the interior.

Using this as a medium, after breaking through several defensive spells, Samael finally arrived at the core of the former Temple of Blood after many twists and turns.

In the very center of the extensive Spirit Summoning incantation, there was a thick layer of crystal powder that crunched and groaned when stepped on.

Dozens of "umbilical cords" intertwined and tangled together, continuously supplying magic to the nearly two-meter-tall purplish-red, membranous giant egg.

As Samael approached, clutching the scales, a heart-pounding rhythm emanated from within the giant egg and intensified.

Through a hazy, purplish-red membrane, a complete human-shaped outline could already be seen inside.

Samael pressed his palm against the outer membrane of the purplish-red giant egg, and a golden glow originating from the Holy Grail flashed intensely.

The creation being nurtured stretched out its body, and countless light patterns appeared and disappeared on the outer membrane of the giant egg, in sync with the rhythm of the heartbeat.

The ancient snake gently patted the supple, purplish-red amniotic sac, a pleased smile curving its lips. It lowered its body, its teeth uttering soft murmurs that sounded like a soothing lullaby to a baby.

"Mother Goddess, it's time for us to set off..."