The Angler on the Sea of Chaos 4/4

Star-Seeded Soldier... Star Core Fragment...

Attila... Seferu...

In the dimly lit, enclosed room, Samael sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a chip, and shone it in the ray of sunlight filtering through the window, revealing an inverted galaxy within. His brow furrowed and then relaxed as he pondered in a daze.

If she is truly reclaiming her roots and tracing back to her origins, then hopefully this original planting philosophy can play a crucial role when necessary.

The ancient serpent murmured, then gently rubbed its aching temples. After a moment of calm, it took out a black scale Cuneiform Rune runes and infused it with ether.

After flickering in the dim light several times, the scales dimmed again, receiving no response whatsoever.

So, where exactly did Themis and the Mother Goddess go? What are they doing? Why can't we contact them now?

Despite being used to the failure of the verification, Samael was still unwilling to give up.

In fact, long before he fell into the Norse World and was awakened as Jörmungandr, he never stopped trying to communicate with the Mother Goddess Tiamat and the Themis, Goddess of Justice.

After all, whether it was his connection to the power of the Mother Goddess Tiathmat, or the Snake Molt body he had left with his old lover Themis, they could theoretically establish a certain degree of communication.

However, after countless attempts, no progress was made in communication. The only thing Samael could confirm through a mysterious connection was that everyone seemed to still be alive.

Of course, it's not just Greece; with the rise of the World Bubble and the rapid decline of the Age of Gods, the gods of Greece, Rome, Persia, and Egypt have basically no record of walking on earth in recent years.

Therefore, the proxy wars waged by believers and nations to spread the will and faith of the gods have intensified in recent years.

The most important matters of state are sacrifice and war!

War and rituals are often inseparable.

War brings bloodshed and slaughter, but it is also a ritual to please and awaken the gods, because it can gather the spirits of the dead and sacrifice their immense power to the gods they worship.

Furthermore, a portion of the power that is retained can even be fed back by the gods, bestowed upon believers, and used to create gods and human beings.

For example, the patriarchs of the Roman Empire, the Pharaoh of Egypt, Cyrus the Great of Persia...

Therefore, the war between humans is both a prelude to the war between gods and an extension of the war between gods.

If we can understand the situation of this war and unravel the deep-buried secrets, we might find clues to the disappearance of the gods.

However, he always felt that this war was not so simple.

Completely baffled, Samael had a terrible headache and had no choice but to give up the investigation. He helplessly rubbed his temples to relieve the pressure.

Indeed, given the current situation, even if I went to Greece beforehand, I might not find any leads. For now, I'll leave the initial investigation to my old friend Scathach. Once I arrive, we'll make a final decision.

Here, we'll first go to Rome and try to get some information from Divine Ancestor Romulus, and the Greek Gods of Rome.

Secondly, if necessary, they could bypass Persia and perhaps make a discovery.

After all, the land where Persia was located was once Mesopotamia.

He is still unsure whether Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Enkidu, Gilgamesh, and the others remained in Greece or returned to Paradise Lost War of the Giants.

Afterwards, starting from the Persian Gulf, they retraced the route to Greece through the Chaos Sea.

If the dragon body of the Mother Goddess Tiamat is still in exile and adrift, there should be clues along the way.

Having made up his mind, Samael pondered for a moment, rubbing his temples and nodding to himself.

After resting for a while and calming down, Gu She estimated it was mealtime and got up to go outside.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the First Princess, who was being punished with a basin of water on her head, a bucket of water in her hand, her legs pressed against a stone, her body swaying precariously, and a mournful face, and Boudica in front of her with a fierce look on her face. He immediately winked at her with schadenfreude.

What is this? Mother's love is like water... a flood bursting its banks!

The ancient serpent smiled wickedly, devoid of any compassion, and deliberately walked past the hungry First Princess with the food in its hands, slowing down and lingering in front of her.

The First Princess was caught off guard when stones fell on her, causing the water basin to overturn. Boudica, without any mercy, raised a wooden stick and began to beat her mercilessly, targeting the fleshy and sensitive spots. The unlucky, resilient girl howled in pain.

What is this? Love is like a mountain... a landslide!

You wanted it, didn't you? I'll give you a set of love-based education materials for free first.

Samael's expression was mocking, his eyes wicked. The two elders of the First Princess exchanged glances and nodded, smiling slightly, with a tacit understanding between them.

Meanwhile, in the Persian Gulf.

The chaotic sea was turbulent, yet the vast, blowing Aether Torrent automatically split apart before the small boat, swirling around it from both sides.

On the drifting boat, a middle-aged man with a light yellow beard, dressed in a moon-white coarse cloth robe, sat steadily. He exuded an imposing and majestic aura. He was tall, with fair skin, a high nose, and three-dimensional features. His lines combined strength and gentleness. His fair hands, free of calluses, held a fishing rod firmly. His deep-set brown eyes were dark and piercing. He gazed silently at the slightly bobbing float, unmoved.

This is just a test before the bait is taken; one needs to remain calm to reap any rewards. However, given the nature of these creatures, it will be soon.

Just as the experienced angler was intently waiting for his prey, a low tremor came from behind him. The Black Shadow that was about to bite the hook suddenly darted a hundred meters away and disappeared into the chaotic waves.

"King 2 said not to bother me unless necessary. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

The middle-aged man looked at the ripples on the water, frowned coldly, and the surrounding air instantly dropped by tens of degrees. A layer of pale blue ice crystals even appeared on the surface of the Sea of Chaos.

Behind them, two figures emerged from the Sorcery Array. Whether it was Xerxes, with his delicate and handsome appearance and eloquent speech, or Darius I, tall, strong, and skilled in battle, both lowered their heads, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat. They were like children who had done something wrong and had run into their parents, offering dry explanations, because they were facing the founder of the Persian Empire and a living god.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, news has arrived... This is your reply..."

"Oh? Let me see it..."

Cyrus the Great's expression softened slightly, and he became interested.

Darius I, who was at the head of the group, respectfully presented the letter with both hands, daring not to make any other move.

Cyrus the Great casually opened the envelope, and as he read through it, his expression became increasingly relaxed. When he reached the last paragraph, this deified emperor raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of amusement.

Now things get even more interesting.

In the midst of a silent murmur, the letter fell onto the water's surface, and on the back of the envelope was a Golden Eyeball Rune.

"Go and get ready..."

What do you mean?

Darius I, seeing that the emperor had not punished him, mustered his courage and cautiously inquired.

"Take this with you. Go to the Eagle's Nest and summon those filthy shadows. It's their turn to be put to the test."

Cyrus the Great casually tossed out a Golden Flame Token, which Xerxes hurriedly caught, his eyes gleaming.

"And this, it can mobilize the Undying Army. You understand what the King means, right?"

Immediately, Cyrus the Great drew a gleaming, chilling scimitar from the Sorcery Array. Darius I respectfully knelt down, received it with both hands, held the scimitar upright in front of his chest, and solemnly recited the inscription on the golden Persian script.

"Yes, Your Majesty True God Ahura will make me invincible!"

After receiving their assignment, the two figures bowed and retreated, carefully walking out of the sea area step by step.

At the same time, Cyrus the Great felt a sudden weight on his hand as the buoy was pulled violently into the Sea of Chaos. A cold smile crept onto his lips, and his eyes flashed with a sharp, hawk-like light.

Gotcha, you little mouse!

As Cyrus pulled and lifted, a huge Black Shadow broke out of the water—a serpentine sea monster a hundred meters long, struggling in agony, its body twisting and contorting.

As Cyrus extended his left hand forward and his five fingers suddenly clenched, the serpentine sea beast exploded into clouds of blood mist, turning into a pulpy mess.

How boring.

Cyrus frowned and shook his head, then slightly raised his hand forward, and a crystal fragment the size of a grain of rice flew from the mass of flesh into the middle-aged man's hand.

Ding-dong...

As the chip landed in Rongxuan, looking down, one could see dozens of similar finds already filling the space.