Thousand-Layered Cake Grand Chef

"Teacher, we can talk without personal attacks, can't we?"

The Ancient Snake turned its head, casting a resentful glance at Shamhat, who was floating beside it.

Besides, this was just the beginning.

The Thousand-Layered Cake he had concocted had only just been revealed.

The third purpose of throwing that bag of gems was naturally related to the blue dragon, Bashum.

Samael's account of his escape to that great goddess was actually seven parts true and three parts false, entirely traceable.

It was just that the real protagonist was the centurion Taller, imprisoned within the Spear Cage in the Underworld.

But the story concluded with the elite squad responsible for exploring the origin of the beast calamity, the Temple of Blood, and relaying information to other fortress cities, having alerted the blue dragon Bashum guarding the Fir Forest and a large wave of demonic beasts. They were annihilated while trying to escape.

If you take someone's money, you help them with their troubles.

On one hand, his education in his past life gave the Ancient Snake a strong sense of respect for these heroic soldiers who willingly faced death.

Therefore, he couldn't feel at ease spending the gems that martyr had plundered from the temple, and there were hidden dangers.

It would be better to go with the flow and give them to Ishtar, letting her trouble the blue dragon Bashum. This would also be a way to repay the care those two astute individuals had shown him in the Underworld.

On the other hand, the potential of his Beast's Authority had not yet been unlocked, and he needed more material to complete his own evolution and awaken the spirit bases of the [Eleven Demon Beasts] within him.

Simply put, he craved Bashum's flesh and wanted to devour that great creature. However, he lacked the ability to hunt it himself, so he could only pay Ishtar to act as his enforcer.

Despite the fact that in many myths and epic poems, dragons are the ones who are slain.

The dragon bloodline was known as the greatest Debuff for attracting hatred and special attacks!

However, in the true Age of Gods, named dragons were genuinely top-tier divine beasts.

It wasn't some Child of Destiny or a perverted hero loaded with buffs who dared to provoke a giant dragon; they were basically just fodder.

Therefore, if Ishtar had a change of heart, truly went dragon-slaying, and handed over Bashum's remains to him as evidence, Then he could conveniently obtain some precious dragon bloodline and advance his strength by leaps and bounds.

As for what would happen if the great goddess didn't keep her word, it would be time to reveal the fourth layer of the Thousand-Layered Cake.

According to the course of history, in the future, as the great calamities intensified, Uruk would be in grave danger.

Ishtar would be tricked by King Gilgamesh into acting as an enforcer, in exchange for 30% of the treasury's mineral resources.

Although this was an empty promise contingent on the Heroic King's survival, if he could gain negotiation rights, there would be much room for maneuver.

By then, when they met again, Ishtar would have to vomit back what she had greedily taken, and then some.

Heh, trying to profit from a deal with an Ancient Serpent like him, did they even know what a devil's contract was?

Samael's lips curled slightly, increasingly satisfied with the name he had come up with on a whim.

"Hey, hey, what are you thinking about? You're smiling so disgustingly..."

In the firelight, Shamhat hugged her arms tightly, inexplicably feeling a chill, as if she could vaguely see the shadow of a giant serpent slithering in the darkness.

"Nothing much, just thinking about where to go next."

Disturbed from his reverie by this troublesome woman, the Ancient Snake rolled his eyes unhappily and replied casually.

They were only in a cooperative relationship at the moment, and he had no need to reveal all his hidden thoughts to Shamhat.

After all, this holy prostitute belonged to Uruk and had a close relationship with Gilgamesh.

Samael was currently plotting how to siphon off 30% of the negotiation funds from that Heroic King's treasury. How could he be foolish enough to tell the truth?

Shamhat, suspecting nothing, offered her suggestion.

"What else? Of course, it's to go to Uruk and meet up with the King!"

"If anyone can save Mesopotamia, I'm afraid that Heroic King is the last hope in this world."

Samael raised his hand and stroked his chin, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

After all, in the future, even Gilgamesh couldn't prevent the destruction of Uruk. His best efforts only managed to preserve the embers of Sumerian civilization's heritage.

But for now, if he wanted to dismantle the Triple Goddess Alliance and create conditions for the Mother Goddess Tiamat's return.

He would have to join forces with Uruk, help Tiamat, who was resisting instinct in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers and making great sacrifices for humanity, quietly build his reputation, and win people over.

However, before heading to the Absolute Demonic Beast Front, he needed to gather intelligence before he could plan with peace of mind.

Tsk, he still had too few bargaining chips in his hands. Every step he took was like treading on thin ice, and it was exhausting.

If only he had the power to flatten everything.

The Ancient Snake tapped his temple, mumbling helplessly.

Just as Samael was seriously organizing his thoughts, his beastly instincts caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up subconsciously, and his snake eyes narrowed into pinpricks.

"Careful! Something's coming!"

Shamhat, who had also not let down her guard, also issued a warning, and then decisively transformed into a thin mist, burrowing into the Soul Cage.

"Roar!"

Almost at the same moment, from the deep darkness behind them, a mass of flames mixed with golden and reddish-brown fiercely lunged and bit.

Samael narrowed his Serpent Eyes, narrowly dodging the sharp edge by a hair's breadth. At the same time, he dropped his waist, silver-white light flowing, and struck the monstrous figure's abdomen with all his might from the elbow.

The demon beast, drawn by the light source, flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a mound of earth and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wrathful Lion Uridim? Sorry, I know your body structure very well!

The Ancient Snake sneered as it watched the golden-brown big cat in the dirt pit struggle several times, its breath growing weaker due to a broken waist.

There are still scattered demon beasts that have bypassed the flank and entered the heartland of Babylonia's defensive line. It seems Uruk's situation is not optimistic.

Seeing the small signs and contemplating the unknown path ahead, Samael's brow furrowed slightly.

Ah well, take it one step at a time.

Perfect timing. I'll absorb this material that came to me to complete the demonic beast spirit foundation in my Beast's Authority.

The Ancient Snake cast a languid gaze towards the half-paralyzed, roaring, and biting Wrathful Lion, slowly approaching with ill intent.

However, after taking just a few steps, a strong wind whipped up around him, and in the darkness, scarlet "lanterns" began to appear one after another.

Samael's breath hitched, his expression freezing.

Damn it! Lions are pack animals, and Uridim retains this habit!

Are the Uruk people on Babylonia's defensive line blind? The demon beasts that broke through that barrier are appearing in groups in the hinterland!

The Ancient Snake's face turned grim as he looked at the ten or so Wrathful Lions scattered around, cursing furiously in his mind.

Wooooooo!

Amidst the low explosions of tearing wind, over ten Wrathful Lions bared their fangs and accelerated their charge towards Samael, who was by the campfire.

This is it! In this desperate situation, Samael hardened his heart, preparing to fully unleash that sliver of Beast's Authority, his flesh and blood beneath his skin subtly wriggling and transforming.

"Get down!"

At the critical moment, a clear, childish voice echoed across the wasteland. The Ancient Snake, who was about to fight to the death, felt a slight stir in his heart and instinctively curled up, covering his head.

Simultaneously, chains that writhed like snakes spread out in all directions, binding all the demon beasts charging across the wasteland.

Immediately, a purple-red sharp edge slashed through the air, and a gush of pungent, bloody rain spurted from severed throats.

Beneath the pervasive scent of blood, the small, hooded figure gradually approached the flickering campfire, exuding a mysterious and enchanting beauty.