Fat Sheep Arriving

"Hey! How dare you touch my body without permission, you…"

"What do you mean, 'you'! I almost lost my life just now! I never expected the Sky Goddess Ishtar to be so unreasonable!"

At this moment, the instigator of the incident came back to her senses, put one hand on her hip, pointed at the ancient serpent's nose, and played the role of the villain crying foul first.

Before she could finish speaking, Ishtar's fingertip was roughly slapped away by the man opposite her, whose face was full of grievances. His angry voice retorted.

A trace of fierce anger was reflected in the ancient serpent's pupils, disguised as a human.

The Ishtar before him was the one who governed nature and harvest in the Mesopotamian world, as well as love, fertility, and war, and was closely related to the lives of the Sumerians.

As an orthodox "Sumerian," he needed to be able to identify this great Babylonian goddess at a glance.

Even if it was a descent, the divine aura that could not be concealed should be perceived by the people.

Otherwise, his plan to integrate his new identity into this world would surely have significant loopholes.

Of course, in the Sumerian concept of fearing gods, anyone who dared to talk back to a goddess and accuse her of wrongdoing was extremely rare and very likely to bring disaster upon themselves.

Despite the circumstances, Samael's questioning also held a genuine sense of anger.

Earlier, even he, with his demonic beast physique, had suffered a cervical dislocation after being bumped into by this reckless goddess Ishtar.

If it were a weaker ordinary person, wouldn't that victim's head have split open on the spot?

Once a deity uncontrollably wielded their power, it was no less than a disaster for the human world.

This sudden reprimand momentarily stunned Ishtar, leaving her frozen in place.

However, the Mistress of the Sky, coming back to her senses, realized the man's offense and angrily pursued him to question him.

"Wait! You stop right there! What do you mean I'm unreasonable!"

"And besides, Mount Epiph is my territory, why were you sneaking up here!"

Samael subconsciously halted, his slightly shifting shoulder was grabbed by Ishtar.

"Tsk!"

As they pulled at each other, the slightly damaged bundle on the ancient serpent's shoulder was torn open.

Suddenly, dazzling starlight flashed everywhere, and as far as the eye could see were colorful and lovely spirits.

Jewels! So many!

Ishtar's right hand froze in mid-air, her expression went blank, her eyes stared straight ahead, and her throat involuntarily writhed as she swallowed the saliva secreted between her lips and teeth.

"It seems I've found the wrong person!"

The man who broke into Mount Epiph stumbled a few steps, then stabilized himself, turned back with a cold snort, bent down, and put the various colored gems, large and small, back into the half-torn bundle cloth.

No! Stop it!

For Ishtar, who was madly in love with jewels but had no affinity for them, this cruel scene was undoubtedly like cutting meat from her heart.

Wait, what did this guy just say? Found the wrong person?

Could it be that he came to Mount Epiph to find me?!

Jewels? Tribute!

Yes! These must be tribute offerings from the lovely humans below the mountain!

The goddess, with sparkling eyes, felt an unprecedented flash of inspiration, instantly piecing the information together.

"Ahaha, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. My Sky Ark Maanna went out of control just now, and I bumped into you without paying attention…"

"Are you alright? Why don't you come to my temple for a bit? I'll carefully examine your injuries?"

Ishtar narrowed her eyes into slits, her smile as bright as a lucky cat, and enthusiastically patted Samael's shoulder as he bent down to collect the jewels.

Good, good, a fat sheep has finally arrived!

With the great disaster raging, cities outside the Absolute Demonic Beast Front were basically all destroyed. She hadn't received any tribute from humans for a very long time.

But her magic and divine power required the consumption of a large amount of jewels.

To maintain her image and expenses, she had been forced to hunt demonic beasts and scour for jewels from the homes of displaced herdsmen.

Even so, their meager stock was nowhere near enough.

Moreover, the nearby ranches, upon hearing her great name, began to migrate towards the interior of the Absolute Demonic Beast Front, Babylonia.

Now, she couldn't even scrape up these scattered fragments.

Damn that golden flash! He actually cut off the tribute from the cities within the Uruk and Babylonia defense lines for this goddess! Damn it!

Clearly, I am the ruling god here!

A flood of complex thoughts surged into her mind, and the financially strained Ishtar cast a lingering, malevolent gaze at the fat sheep that had delivered itself to her doorstep.

I can't miss this opportunity! I must squeeze this guy dry no matter what!

Hearing the great goddess's softened tone and unaware of the danger, Samael's expression eased slightly. He moved his body a bit, indicating he was fine, and declined Ishtar's invitation.

However, as both sides lowered their stance, the tense atmosphere between them finally dissipated.

"By the way, which city are you from?"

The goddess, incredibly kind and approachable, crouched down, picking up the scattered high-quality gems one by one. She then approached the Master and tentatively inquired.

Samael's face was as cold and serene as water. He looked up, gazing far to the west, and after a long pause, uttered a deep, suppressed voice.

"Babylon City..."

"What? Are there even survivors in that hellhole?"

Ishtar's expression was astonished, showing genuine surprise. However, she immediately realized her words had been rather impolite. Looking at the gems, she lowered herself and apologized.

As far as she knew, the moment the Triple Goddess Alliance launched its attack, Babylon City, to the northwest, bore the brunt of the fierce assault from the demon beast horde in the Fir Forest.

Four months ago, that place had completely fallen, becoming a nest for those monsters, littered with white bones.

Ishtar found it hard to imagine how an ordinary person like him had managed to evade the swarms of demon beasts and escape from such a wretched place alive.

"When Babylon City fell, a group of people I was with, who got separated, didn't follow the main refugee contingent towards the northern defensive line established by Uruk."

"This time, the demon beasts are very different. They are hunting humans with a purpose."

"Therefore, the more people there were, the more dangerous it became."

"Considering this, we crossed the Tigris River from the side, passed through plains where demon beast traces were scarce, and luckily managed to escape all the way to Mount Epiph."

Samael noticed the goddess's confusion and, in plain language, gave a rough description of their once terrifying escape journey, leaving ample room for the imagination.

"To have thought of that, you are very clever!"

Ishtar placed a heavy hand on the shoulder of this survivor from the fallen city of Babylon, her pretty face showing sincere admiration, greatly surprised by their sharp battlefield instincts.