How About You Make a Sacrifice?

This means... a refund?

The noise around me grew sparser and fainter, and the shadowy figures in the darkness began to fade into the distance.

Samael, whose muscles were tense, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

Wait! Something's not right!

Retreating would be even more dangerous! This is preparation for clearing the way for the light pillar!

The ancient serpent recalled the overwhelming purple light pillars and the life-dissolving Aether Factor, its expression turning extremely ugly, and it suddenly became alert.

"Watch out for the second beam of light! Get out of the way!"

Samael immediately raised his head and roared, sending the warning throughout the Babylonia defenses.

However, even so, the fortress, like a siege wall, is already shaky and cannot withstand another round of turmoil.

Uruk's defenders, having had their magic and life force drained, were also at their last gasp.

The ancient serpent's roar, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushed the soldiers' and priests' hopes.

Panic, despair, and all sorts of negative emotions spread uncontrollably.

At this moment, the rustling sound of snakes crawling on the ground became clearer, like steel needles piercing everyone's hearts and eardrums.

A hideous and enormous shadow gradually emerged in the thick darkness of the night, its terrifying outline gradually taking shape.

Hundreds of thick, venomous snakes, formed from purple hair, hissed and flicked their tongues. Their vertical pupils, gleaming with a crazed, eerie light, coldly glared at the dilapidated city walls.

The Gorgon the Beast Goddess, whose lower body was a purple snake tail and whose upper body was a cold and beautiful woman, pressed down her claws covered with snake scales, leaned forward slightly, and her eyes were full of madness.

"Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

"I will repay you all with this curse, this hatred!"

The crimson Mystic Eyes opened and closed, gathering beams of cold light from the surrounding Aether Factor, forming around the Gorgon the Beast Goddess, poised to strike.

And these beams of light were aimed directly at the center of the eastern rift, which had already been breached with a huge gap.

Samael, terrified, grabbed Anna and fled in a frenzy.

But that distance was utterly insignificant compared to the Gorgon, who was over ten meters tall, and the area enveloped by thousands of beams of light.

With no other option, he resigned himself to giving up and immediately leaped over the rocks, transforming into Ugallu and tackling Anna to the ground.

As the ancient serpent spread its four legs and crouched down, its overturned beastly body completely enveloped Anna.

Since things have come to this, he can only do his best to hope that the girl can survive the aftershocks of the explosion.

As for himself, Samael looked up resentfully, staring at the pair of conspicuous white peaks with his excellent night vision, muttering to himself with a mournful beast-like face.

Look how broad-minded you are, how about we make a deal?

Hey sis, could you please not make this so messy? I might be able to salvage it using my immortality.

Unfortunately, the ancient serpent's rich inner thoughts were not received by the clearly mentally unstable Beast Goddess.

As one purplish-red orb after another exploded, a chilling, maniacal laugh echoed across the desolate wilderness.

"Dissolve them all! Forcefully seal the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons!"

Hahahahahahahahaha!

Completely overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure, Samael lay on the ground, his eyelids twitching. All he could do was pray frantically in his heart.

Tiamat bless you!

Tiamat bless you!

Tiamat bless you!

Just as the ancient serpent closed its eyes, preparing to face this terrifying impact, a clear, melodious sound, like water droplets falling, stirred within the heart.

At the same time, a magnetic hum came from the crack on the east side.

"Inner Sea of Stars, Observatory, from a corner of paradise, I inform you that your stories are full of blessings, and only the innocent may enter..."

The tall, slender figure who had walked on foot had somehow appeared before the thousands of purple-red pillars of light, his hands planted in the ground with his staff.

"... Ideal Homeland forever isolated!"

As the ethereal, gentle echoes escaped from those lips, the phantom of a suspended spire, with a base of purplish-red crystal and an upper structure of chalky soil, gradually became clear.

The illusory pink and white flowers spread and grew all the way, instantly covering the land within sight.

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, thousands of crimson beams of light bombarded the illusory image formed by the intersection of the flower sea and the fairytale spire.

The forces of dissolution and decay advanced layer by layer, threatening to annihilate everything.

Amidst the vibrant yet dangerous colors, large swaths of pink and white petals crumble and shatter, revealing once again the barren and desolate earth and rocks.

However, this seemingly illusory and fragile object actually managed to withstand the crushing force of hundreds of purple-red beams of light.

The flower fields and spires, stripped away inch by inch by reality, finally neutralized and vanished the exhausted purplish-red pillar of light at the moment of their imminent collapse.

"Merlin! You bastard, you finally escaped!"

"I've never thought you were so handsome before!"

Seeing that this old swindler was finally not completely wicked, Samael immediately dug Anna out, excitedly ran behind the flower Magecraft, and slapped him on the shoulder with a paw.

However, the descending claws passed through Merlin's body with almost no resistance, creating illusory ripples.

"Damn! It's dead? So fast?!"

"I'm not dead yet!"

The Great Sage, leaning on his staff, turned around with annoyance and glared at the ferocious beast behind him.

He is a nightmare, existing between illusion and reality. When his energy is exhausted, he will turn into this.

At this point, any substantial contact was extremely difficult for Merlin.

"That's good! That's good! You hold them off for now. They're badly injured, saving lives is the priority. I'm leaving now."

The ancient snake's eyes were full of encouragement, then it turned around and tried to summon Anna, dragging the wounded soldiers on the east side back into the defensive line.

But before Samael could take a step, his tail was grabbed tightly by the old swindler who was forcing a stiff smile.

"No! I've run out of ideas!"

"Warrior, now it's your turn to protect me."

Samael shook his head repeatedly with a forced smile, politely declining the offer.

"If you can't do anything, what's the point of me even trying?"

"To be fair, should we keep track of the time?"

"You've been slacking off for ages, and you've only just started playing. Hold on for another half hour! You can do it!"

Timing? How did you even come up with that?!

What are you dealing with? A bunch of cannon fodder! Can they compare to mine?

Let's be a little more level, how about we calculate based on efficiency?

Merlin inwardly grumbled, stubbornly refusing to let go, and managed to force a fake smile.

"Samael, from a strategic point of view, I am alive longer than you."

"Why don't you make a sacrifice?"

"If you hold out until King Gilgamesh returns, I will ask for the greatest credit for you!"

Wait! Is that even human language?!

Samael was so angry he almost spat in the face of the giant Fou.

This thing is Heroic Spirit Summoning, so its life or death doesn't really affect the original body much.

Moreover, this old swindler loves to play tricks that involve hiding something. He looks like he's been squeezed dry, but who knows what's really going on?

Finally, some bastard showed a moment of conscience, couldn't he at least sacrifice something for Uruk? You're supposed to be the court Magecraft entrusted by King Gilgamesh!

Just as the two reckless individuals were pulling and tugging at each other, a rustling sound of climbing came from the desolate area.

Clearly, even if the goddess Gorgon enters a magic cooldown period, these magical beasts will not stop.

Merlin and Samael exchanged glances, and then their attempts to refuse became even more obvious.

"If I distract her, can you hold the Babylonia defenses?"

Suddenly, a childish whisper echoed in their ears, and their raised little faces were filled with solemnity and determination.