Living Like a Human

"Puff!"

Samael struggled to his feet, vomiting up purplish-red blood clots mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Seeing the pitiful state of the man, Ishtar and the others instinctively stepped forward to help.

"Don't come any closer! I won't die, I can manage on my own!"

The ancient serpent raised its hand to stop, stumbled twice before finally standing up unsteadily. After catching its breath, it continued to climb the steps, step by step, towards the Sun Altar.

Three ribs were broken, the spleen was ruptured, and there was blood stasis in the heart and lungs... It was indeed a terrible situation.

And it fucking hurts!

Samael felt a dull ache in his body. His wounds had healed, and his bones were regenerating, causing a numb and itchy sensation. He buried his head and clenched his steel teeth, biting a bloody mark on his lip.

However, thanks to his immortality, after crossing more than ten steps, his injuries had mostly healed.

Several dozen breaths later, the ancient serpent returned to the spot where it had initially rolled down and continued to bend down to retrieve the Aztec weapon.

"Bang!"

As expected, Feathered Serpent God reached out and grabbed Samael's outstretched arm, twisted his waist and threw his opponent to the edge of the dense forest.

The second time, the ancient snake sat on the ground for fifteen minutes before it could stand up and continue its climb up the Mayan Pyramid.

As Samael passed by his four companions, several teammates faintly smelled the strong stench of blood. Their hearts involuntarily rose, their voices rose, and their hands clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the figure climbed up the Sun Temple again and again, only to be thrown down each time.

Even though his immortal self-healing time was getting longer and longer, Samael, with a tense expression, was like a wound-up machine, stubbornly climbing the Mayan Pyramid.

Similarly, Feathered Serpent God seemed to be possessed, standing on the steps he had been on before, waiting for the tenacious ant to climb up to the same spot again and again, only to knock him down and throw him out each time.

Time passed second by second, from the scorching midday sun, to the cool breeze of the night, and then to the rising sun and the dawn.

After nearly Tianyi night, the open ground was covered with dozens of pits of varying sizes, and dried bloodstains left patches of red.

Ishtar and the others initially felt anger, then compassion, and gradually became numb and shocked.

Finally, they gazed at the figure and fell silent, as if they had understood something.

This is not physical abuse, but a confrontation between two wills.

"You can't beat me!"

Standing facing the rising sun, the Feathered Serpent God lowered his head, placed one hand on Samael's shaking shoulder, and spoke in a low and cold tone.

"I know that's not a reason to give up."

"But there are some things I have to do."

Samael remained calm, slowly bending down to pick up the weapons from the ground.

"Bang!"

Then, Feathered Serpent God immediately threw Samael to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

This time, she did not choose to roughly throw this human who had ascended to the altar out.

Furthermore, at some point, the warm smile that used to Feathered Serpent God's face vanished, replaced only by anger and gloom.

"A mere human like you can't even fight a high-level magical beast, yet you dare to provoke the goddess! Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Boy, even if you're immortal, killing you is a piece of cake!"

Samael took a deep breath, his eyes clear, pointed to his chest, and responded frankly.

"I'm scared. My heart hasn't slowed down since the beginning."

"To be honest, I want to live more than the rest of them."

Feathered Serpent God was somewhat agitated, his face cold and expressionless.

"If there's a gap in awareness, then you shouldn't waste your time."

Even the weakest of creatures knows that, for the sake of their own lives, they need to leave the territory of the ferocious beasts as soon as possible!

Samael struggled to his feet, his mind replaying the whispers of the ghosts in the underworld. His eyes were lost in memories, and he unconsciously murmured to himself.

"Leave? Where to? Bury your head in the sand like an ostrich?"

"Babylon! We fled, watching helplessly as tens of thousands were dragged away by monsters..."

"Nippur! We didn't hold out, and thousands are still trapped inside..."

"Kusa! All we can do is go in and collect the bodies. So many people want revenge, but we can't even find the killer..."

"Ur! We dare not talk much to those women and children, for fear they will ask about their fathers and brothers, whether they are still alive, and when they will arrive..."

"Eridu! We've abandoned this for six months; the base can't spare the strength to fight the encroachment of the dense forest..."

The fluctuating tone of his narration caused Feathered Serpent God's grip on Samael's shoulder and arm to gradually loosen, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Even the deep-thinking Merlin and the willful Ishtar fell silent after hearing about the ravaged regions one by one.

"So, where else can we go besides Uruk?"

"Am I supposed to hide in the dense forest and become your livestock, Goddess?"

Samael gave a slight sneer, slapping away the arm that was no longer able to stay on her shoulder, showing no fear of offending the Sun Goddess, and speaking sharply.

"Human dignity is not bestowed by God, but earned by oneself!"

"We want to live, that's true, but we want to live like human beings!"

The ancient serpent bent down to pick up the Aztec weapon, then turned its head close to Feathered Serpent God's ear, smiling and whispering.

"Goddess, you can choose to kill me and erase that immortality. It would be easier for you than breathing."

Quetzalcoatl looked down at the long shadow cast by the woman on the steps, falling into a long silence.

"If you're not going to take action, then I'm going to do what I'm supposed to do."

Samael bypassed the Feathered Serpent God who stood still and climbed step by step to the top.

Finally, the swaying figure, having almost exhausted all its strength, leaned against the Sun Calendar Stone and raised its hand to aim the sharp obsidian tip at Feathered Serpent God's weak point.

The man turned around, raised his chin, and looked down arrogantly at the goddess who was standing still. He casually tapped the Sun Calendar Stone with his obsidian weapon and announced in a deep voice.

"Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan, you have lost!"

"I really can't do anything with you stubborn kids. You always want to break free from our embrace and be independent, even though you know that one day you will all meet your end."

"This was true for the Maya, and it was true for the Sumer as well."

The Blonde Goddess from South America, her lips parted in a soft murmur, her expression somewhat melancholy.

Immediately afterwards, Quetzalcoatl seemed to put down some kind of burden in his heart, slowly raised his head, casually spread his hands, and revealed a captivating smile.

"Fine, I lost. As the victor, what are you going to do with me?"

Samael raised his obsidian weapon high, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat. Then, the weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound that echoed down the steps.

The ancient serpent looked down at the goddess, a slight smile playing on its lips.

"Then, in the name of victory, I command the feathered Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan to assist humanity in dispelling the Third Storm and defying destiny!"