Husband Terminator 3/3
Samael, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, looked at Medusa, who had shed her mature facade and become more lively, and nodded with satisfaction.
The process of setting up Spirit Communication was indeed quite arduous.
Moreover, this is mainly achieved by the Mother Goddess's main body floating in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, which acts as a satellite base station, the juvenile body as an antenna, and the several Holy Relic in her hands for positioning.
Otherwise, if he were to rely solely on his Magecraft talent to overcome technological limitations and complete the communication between the two World Bubble, he might have to research for hundreds of years.
After all, my skill level is only so-so.
But now it seems it was all worth it.
However, Samael's thoughts returned, and looking around the area near the pillar of light, he still felt a little regretful.
This reunion was not perfect, as many friends were absent for various reasons.
For example, Miss Leopard Person sets the mood, the Feathered Serpent God who gets along with everyone, the cheerful and reliable Leonidas, and the wise and profound old man Ziusudra ...
The first two even said that if they lived long enough, they might be able to make contact with the Mayan civilization and meet them.
As for the two following ones, one hasn't been born yet, and the other is elusive, making it even more difficult to contact them.
Yes, and who else was there?
Tsk, I forgot.
That's it, it's pretty awful.
After a brief moment of reflection and reminiscence, the ancient serpent stretched its limbs with a sense of joy and took out the prepared fruits and dew from the shelf in the secret chamber.
Friends from the World Bubble sat around the pillar of light of the Spirit Communication, kneeling down to eat and chat in a relaxed and carefree manner, much like a video tea party.
However, not everyone present was so relaxed.
Samael glanced at the two baskets of Clay Tablet behind Siduri, and at the hardworking figure sitting on the steps, writing furiously and not even bothering to talk, with a strange expression.
"Why are there still so many? Has he been skipping work lately?"
Enkidu immediately defended his close friend, speaking in a serious tone.
"How could that be? Gilles has always been a diligent worker."
Shamhat popped a date into his mouth, chewing and nodding in agreement.
"I can testify to this! Even when he was not serving in the lands of Mesopotamia, he was still a wise and diligent king."
Samael was confused by what he heard and raised his hand to remind him.
"Why would such a hard-earned vacation be taken up? There's no need to go through all that trouble."
Siduri shook her head slightly, smiled bitterly, and touched her forehead in response.
"Taking a vacation means working from home..."
Upon hearing this, Samael's breath hitched, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
Damn, this is even more grindy than in Uruk.
"Is the work in the underworld busy?"
Medusa her lips to ask, somewhat puzzled.
"Not just busy, I'm extremely, extremely busy!"
Ishtar responded with a rare solemn expression, counting the changes on the earth's surface as she faced the two strangers.
Since the war of the God Ea, the Black Tide has receded, and many city-states, including Uruk, have been able to re-establish themselves.
However, after several generations, internal strife became severe, and the desert nomadic tribes of northern Mesopotamia rose to power, establishing the Kingdom of Akkad and causing the old Sumer city-states to suffer repeated defeats.
Initially, Ishtar and Ereshkigal, who had some affection for the Sumer city-states, wanted to go to the surface.
Gilgamesh rejected the goddesses' excessive interference in human civilization, even Sumer civilization, which should be eliminated if it is not adapted to the times.
As for bloody wars, humanity is a race that progresses through competition with one another, and the flower of enlightenment, nourished by blood and fire, will bloom even more brightly and brilliantly.
At the repeated insistence of the Heroic King, Ereshkigal and Ishtar had no choice but to give up.
Samael, however, had some understanding of Gilgamesh's choice.
He loves the human species as a whole, not a fixed individual.
Since it is a fair competition, there is no need for the Heroic King, who has fallen into obscurity along with the Age of Gods, to intervene on the battlefield.
Besides, several generations have passed, so why would there be so much reluctance? If we're talking about blood ties, wouldn't all the ghosts in the Lost Paradise who enter Paradise have strings of descendants?
Since humanity has chosen its own path, Ishtar and Ereshkigal have no choice but to invite some of the Sumerians with ancestral roots and qualifications to enter the Lost Paradise.
This can be considered their last bit of favoritism towards that country, that civilization.
Having severed their last ties with the surface world, Ereshkigal, Ishtar, and the others dutifully managed their small plot of land in the Underworld.
Immediately afterwards, the Akkadian Kingdom did not enjoy its reign for long before the Gutians invaded and destroyed it, taking control of southern Mesopotamia.
After that, various human tribes, such as the Third Dynasty of Ur, the Ancient Babylon Kingdom, and the Assyrian Empire, took turns on the stage.
With the separation of God and man, mystery diminished, the human population increased rapidly, and lifespan decreased.
The continuous wars led to the rapid turnover of humankind.
In other words, they are born quickly and die quickly.
Therefore, every day a large number of the souls of the dead enter the underworld.
In order to maintain the balance of the world, the underworld needs to sort out the sins of souls, judge them, and arrange for them to return to the cycle of the Great Source.
Due to their lack of experience, they have to learn everything by trial and error. Ereshkigal and Ishtar have long since severed ties with the past of the two main gods, and their abilities are limited by their human nature.
During this process, Gilgamesh, as the Grand Judge of the Underworld, had to take on everything and was extremely busy.
Even Shamhat, Enkidu, and others who intended to slack off and retire were forced into relocation, so you can imagine what their situation was like.
If most of them had Immortal Herb, worked overtime until they were vomiting blood, and could still be lively and energetic the next day after lying down for a few minutes, they would probably all be dead by now.
Even now, wars of all sizes continue to rage on the ground.
The people of the underworld have gradually become accustomed to and numb to this open conflict.
"By the way, Mesopotamia is currently mainly ruled by the Assyrian Empire, and the one who just came to power is a woman named Semiramis..."
"I heard that she was robbed because of her beauty, but later she found an opportunity to kill her unscrupulous King husband, took charge of the affairs herself, and established great achievements."
"Well, Gidden built the magnificent Ishtar Gate in my name, and is sometimes regarded as an incarnation of me. It seems my faith is the most enduring!"
"I feel like we're compatible. Do you think she'll immediately offer up her treasures and pray to me the moment I show my face?"
Ishtar proudly raised her chin, quite pleased with the way her Divine Name was being sung across the earth, while her eyes gleamed with golden light.
Samael was speechless, but secretly grumbled to himself.
You are the War Goddess; people built the Ishtar Gate to proclaim their victories in foreign wars.
As for compatibility, there's nothing to be proud of.
Your original form, the Old God that was wiped out by Marduk, is infamous among male creatures.
She only killed one husband, but you killed five or six?
Besides, all this talk is just about coveting the treasures of the Assyrian Empire, isn't it? And faith too!
Wait, Semiramis? The Assyrian Empire?
Could it be her?
The ancient snake stroked its chin, its expression slightly surprised.