Take the Fall 4/4

"Boom!"

Dark clouds gathered and thunder roared across the sky. The High Priestess Siduri, standing outside the Royal Palace Divine Tower, concealed the deep worry in her eyes upon hearing footsteps and braced herself to face the approaching person.

"The assembly of the Nabisthin's Tooth must be accelerated; go and urge the barracks to move!"

"Magecraft Astrology Platform has already calculated the wheat harvest time, right?"

"There's been a lot of rain lately, so we need to organize people to harvest as soon as possible during sunny days! If we don't have enough people, we can draw some from the sacrificial site. The monsters' attack has slowed down now, so they have plenty of time!"

"Is the repair of the Babylonia defenses, and the breach at the south gate, nearing completion?"

"Well done! I will apply for a commendation for you after the King has finished his rest!"

"However, it should be noted that clay is prone to problems when it gets wet, and the engraved runes may become deformed and eventually fail."

"Therefore, we must strictly control the quality!"

"In addition, 20 sheep and 7 cows were brought from the sacrificial site so that everyone could have a good meal."

"Labor that requires high physical exertion cannot be done without meat."

"So, next..."

After three hours of fussing and working until lunchtime, the endless Clay Tablet coming to ask for solutions finally began to subside.

Siduri, who had been struggling to catch her breath, looked at the half-basket of Clay Tablet left on the ground and felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

I had previously assisted in handling documents submitted by Clay Tablet, but I had never been in charge of all matters, big and small, like Tian.

You really don't know until you experience it yourself. In just one morning, she was exhausted, black spots appeared in her vision, and her ears were ringing.

I used to see everything in Uruk as orderly and efficient.

Now that Siduri has truly taken this position, she knows what kind of life that That King lived before in order to achieve this goal.

After all this torment, not only ordinary people and Magecraft like her, but even Gilgamesh, who possesses divine blood and a divine body, would find it unbearable.

No wonder even a hero as powerful as Heroic King fell to this minor disease.

The sacrifice to Changping was filled with complex and chaotic emotions. He looked worriedly at the tightly closed palace gates, picked up a Clay Tablet again, and began to read it, imitating Gilgamesh's notes.

The That King's sudden death was too unexpected.

Caught off guard, Siduri can only temporarily assume the throne and perform her duties, using the excuse that King Gilgamesh is overworked and needs rest to postpone it for a few days.

However, there were always some things on the Clay Tablet that she was unfamiliar with or couldn't understand.

Currently, these various and difficult problems have piled up into three baskets in the hall.

It is estimated that if the delay continues for another three days at most, the number of unanswered questions will increase, and then the whole of Uruk will be in chaos.

If the Warcraft army were to attack at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Blood flowed everywhere, corpses littered the fields, monsters nested in the streets and bred their young; human infants starved to death in their mothers' arms, and the entire city was devoid of smoke and light..."

The high priest shuddered as he recalled the Clay Tablet reported by sentries after the fall of Babylon and other cities.

Disturbed and confused, Siduri looked up at the pattering rain, her expression becoming even more gloomy.

The agreed time was in the afternoon, but there has been a recent downpour, so I really don't know if they will be able to get back on time.

Just as the high priest was pondering how to maintain the situation if the person didn't arrive, six Black Shadow tore through the leaden-gray rain clouds, swooped down, and landed in front of the main hall of the Royal Palace Divine Tower.

Dragon! A very strange Dragon Kind creature!

The Uruk soldiers guarding the royal court, noticing the commotion, immediately changed their expressions and gathered together with their guns and shields.

"Stop! These are friendly forces!"

"Samael, as the king's special envoy, has already conquered Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan, one of the three pillars!"

Siduri immediately rushed out of the corridor and ran to the square, repelling the Uruk soldiers who were on high alert.

Furthermore, the high priest cleverly spread Samael's impressive achievements through the soldiers' mouths in order to boost morale and quell the somewhat wavering spirits of the army.

"It's Samael! We drank together!"

"Samael! He even saved my life during the battle for the North Wall!"

"To be able to conquer even Three Goddesses, it's simply unbelievable!"

"If we include Anna and that Miss Leopard Person, we now have four goddesses protecting Uruk!"

"We will definitely win this battle!"

Various surprised, ardent, and hopeful gazes were cast upon the leader who founded the business, while private discussions were in full swing.

However, due to the numerical advantage of the four goddesses, the somewhat tense and subdued atmosphere in the team gradually relaxed and became more enthusiastic.

Samael patiently nodded to many familiar faces one by one before turning to Siduri with a slight smile.

"High Priest, Uruk, everything is going smoothly, please take me to report back."

Siduri understood Samael's intention, nodded slightly, and slowly gestured for them to enter, leading the way and guiding the group into the Royal Palace Divine Tower.

As soon as the gate closed, the high priest, whose emotions had been fluctuating wildly, suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Anna, who was very sensible, helped Siduri to sit down on the steps and brought her some warm water.

The high priest took the cup, pulled out a bottle of invigorating Magic Potion from his robes, tilted his head back and swallowed it. After a while, the color returned to his face.

"How is King Gilgamesh?"

The Great Sage, who usually hid in a corner to watch the drama unfold, was now inexplicably agitated and anxious, and was the first to step forward and ask questions.

Once she regained her senses, Siduri, with Anna's help, immediately rose and led everyone into the inner court.

Upon opening the door, a rich aroma of herbs wafted out, and the nested Sorcery Array on the floor was dazzling.

On the bed in the center, the Heroic King seemed to be fast asleep, his drooping fingers tightly gripping a Clay Tablet, and the deep furrows between his brows still showing, as if he was still troubled by a series of matters.

When vital signs disappear, the soul ceases to exist.

The last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts was immediately extinguished by the cold water poured over them.

"We have tried everything, even the God of the Underworld, who secretly performed Great Sacrifice, but we still cannot awaken the king."

Siduri leaned against the door, her expression bitter. Even though she had just taken an energy-boosting drug, her face still showed signs of fatigue.

How many patients in Uruk have this condition?

"Currently, including Wang, there are 7 people in Yi. Their bodies, like those of the victims who appeared in Kusa before, are being kept under strict guard, and the news has been blocked."

Samael got the answer he wanted from the high priest, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his anxious heart eased a little.

Fortunately, the problem hasn't escalated to the point of being unmanageable.

Based on his experience in the underworld and the trace of Death Qi remaining on Gilgamesh, he strongly suspected that the problems in Uruk were related to Ereshkigal's digging project.

Perhaps it was because of his involvement in helping to build the Spear Cage that this digging maniac had more time to focus on raiding bases.

As the distance between the underworld and the earth grows ever thinner, the pervasive Death Qi begins to selectively erode the health of the weak.

Gilgamesh had been under constant pressure, unfortunately fell into the trap, since the huge pit dug by Ereshkigal was likely located beneath the Royal Palace Divine Tower.

So, is this arguably my fault?

The ancient snake's lips twitched slightly, and a strange thought surged into its mind.