Proxy War 2/3

"The Mesopotamian World Wall, sculpted by the Mother Goddess herself, remains sturdy. The separation between the gods and humans was completed long ago. Even if Marduk wanted to descend to the mortal realm, it wouldn't be so easy for him to stir up trouble."

Samael glanced at the three people being punished, then let out a soft hum and bluntly stated his intentions.

Immediately, the ancient snake narrowed its eyes and sneered, its expression playful.

"Moreover, Israel may not necessarily allow itself to be manipulated by that king of kings."

Gilgamesh seemed to be thinking about something, his brow furrowed slightly, and an image of an arrogant, white-haired boy sitting on the throne appeared in his mind.

You mean...

Samael began to recite, with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Just like you, King Gilgamesh, some proud souls will break free from the shackles of fate, even at a terrible cost."

"Perhaps we won't even need to lift a finger; Israel will become the building that collapses."

Rebelling against God's will is not without its price.

In order to withstand the Third Storm and deny the so-called Mandate of Heaven, the Sumer civilization, which had lasted for thousands of years, finally declined under Gilgamesh.

Similarly, Israel received God's blessing and, after the reigns of Saul, David, Solomon, reached its zenith before quickly coming to an end.

Its rise was swift, and its fall was sudden.

The King of Magecraft, who possessed divine wisdom and commanded the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars, never truly manipulated humanity, even as he watched them tragically experience the pilgrimage of life.

In the end, Solomon personally returned the ten rings given to him by God, accepting his own fate of decay and the inevitable decline of the Kingdom of Israel after his death.

This person then delivered a vicious blow from behind that King of Ten Thousand.

Perhaps the God who belittles the human species will never understand the pride etched into the very bones of humanity.

The time for farewell has come; with this, I will abandon the world—ArsNova...

Samael recited the farewell words imprinted in his memory, overwhelmed with emotion.

Unfortunately, he and King Solomon have no connection at the moment.

However, it cannot be guaranteed that in this world where gods and miracles exist, there will be some deviations in human lifespan and the timing of historical events.

But if the Assyrian Empress were in power now, and Assyria was the strongest of the nations on earth, then according to everyone's accounts, King Solomon should have already passed away.

In other words, Israel is all show and no substance, and has no truly outstanding figures to boast of in the future.

"Samael, are you saying that letting Israel develop unchecked will be fine? We don't need to cause trouble for humanity?"

That's good, that's good.

Ereshkigal patted her chest lightly, feeling a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

She was very satisfied with her current life in the Underworld. If the King of Ten Thousand Kings could behave himself, this Underworld Goddess would be willing to water the plants and tend to the grass every day.

Anyway, Gilgamesh and the others can do the hard work.

Samael smiled slightly, flicked his finger at his owner's forehead from a distance, and began to explain in a thoughtful manner.

"Whether it's faith, tribe, or nations on earth, in the final analysis, it's all about human beings competing with themselves."

"If you intervene and wipe out one of the human groups, not to mention whether it will attract Marduk, yourselves will be in turmoil, which would go against our original intention of parting ways with the gods."

"War between people, or rather, war between people, should be decided by people."

Moreover, even out of respect for King Solomon, they had no reason to destroy Israel.

After all, King Solomon had personally solved a major problem for the people of Hades.

Furthermore, the current King of Kings still has his mind on the Jews, and his plans are traceable.

If he alerts the enemy and Marduk changes his strategy, there are probably very few people in the world who can stop him.

"So, we're just going to wait here like this?"

Ishtar scratched his head, looking somewhat dejected.

Samael glanced at the War Goddess, somewhat disappointed in her.

"How stupid! Anyway, when the Jews came to Mesopotamia to seize territory and engage in civilizational competition, it was just a matter of squeezing out the living space of other human tribes."

"What's the most important thing in competition? Fairness! Fairness! Fairness!"

"Why are you guys putting yourselves on the field instead of Marduk? What's the point of exposing yourselves?"

"He's using Israel as a proxy; won't you just do the same and cause trouble for the other side?"

"Until I and the Mother Goddess have settled things with the King of Ten Thousand Kings, we just need to keep that King of Ten Thousand Kings' attention at bay!"

This tactic is easy to understand; it's commonly known as "proxy warfare."

In any case, the current faith sects in Mesopotamia mainly preserve Sumerian Mythology.

Polytheism and monotheism are inherently incompatible, and Mesopotamia is only so big with limited population and resources. Israel takes a bite more, other nations will take a bite less.

Such a muddled situation can easily escalate into a fight between the two sides without anyone instigating it.

The people of the Underworld are only going to do a little bit of work, such as improving the matchmaking system in the Mesopotamian game region, to ensure that the opponents of Israel have at least one rank.

As long as the intensity is controlled and a war between gods is avoided, humanity can manage on its own.

After this explanation from a certain scoundrel, everyone suddenly understood and looked on with admiration.

But for some reason, Samael always felt that the way they looked at him was a little strange.

"So, who should we choose as an agent?"

At this point, Ishtar, having learned her lesson, humbly inquired.

"The Assyrian Empress, Semiramis!"

Samael's lips curled up slightly, his expression subtle.

"Since she claims to be the incarnation of Ishtar and has only recently ascended the throne, facing crises both internally and externally, let's give her some protection and ensure she can secure her throne."

"Or, you could get some divine blood and teach them Magecraft that can be used for self-defense."

The War Goddess nodded with a beaming smile. It was a rare privilege to be granted permission to go up on the ground and cause trouble. She had to listen carefully to this arrangement.

After roughly memorizing the key points, Ishtar, clutching the gem in one hand and carrying the celestial bull in the other, looked somewhat troubled.

"Well, I'm only good at Jewel Magic and Summoning Magic, so how about just those two?"

Samael couldn't help but recall the Assyrian Empress who appeared in the Holy Grail War in Tirifas in the future, who seemed to have two signature moves.

One is the Magecraft fortress "Vagrant Sky Garden," built with gems and precious Magecraft materials; the other is the one that summons Eleven Demon Beasts — the Bashum...

The ancient serpent twitched its lips, then gathered its thoughts and patiently instructed Ishtar with a strange expression.

"You should have a record of Bashum's Spirit Origin chart. Since she is skilled in using poison, give this to her and let it serve as a summoning object for Semiramis."

"Also, get her some blueprints for the Babylonia defense line, and under the guise of building the Yu Garden, construct some Magecraft workshops in the royal palace."

"In case we encounter some tough guys who try to assassinate us, at least we can hide inside to protect ourselves."

The people of the Underworld nodded repeatedly, expressing their approval of Samael's arrangements.

If the Holy Grail War continues as planned, and he happens to be involved, things could get really interesting.

The ancient snake glanced at the stone wall above its head and muttered to itself.