My Wife is Tim

"I'm not interested in lying to you. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look."

Annan shrugged and looked at Ishtar with vacant eyes.

"You really didn't lie to me? This is the first time I've heard of this..."

Ishtar said suspiciously, until she personally took a look at Gilgamesh's situation.

Good guy, the soul is not in the body, it's really overworked to death.

This made Ishtar a little silent, and the expression on his face was slightly restrained.

No matter how you say Gilgamesh, two-thirds of her parts are gods, and her physical quality is far superior to that of ordinary people.

With such a physical quality, it is not easy to toss to the point of death from overwork.

"...This guy, although he was a tyrant in the past, is indeed a competent virtuous king now."

Ishtar sighed, his face very painful.

Such a reaction surprised Annan.

Is there a singularity in the singularity?

Ishtar and Gilgamesh are notorious for not dealing with each other. Gilgamesh is dead and Ishtar will not show the expression of a dead parent, right?

"But, if that guy is dead now, who will pay for the maintenance of my destroyed temple?!"

Ishtar successfully used one sentence to prove that the world line has not changed, and the reality is still the familiar flavor.

This made Annan slightly relieved, and then opened the mouth as usual:

"So, we are going to go to the underworld now and fish out Gilgamesh's soul. If you want that guy to pay to repair or even upgrade your temple, you who are familiar with the underworld will lead the way. "

"Upgrade the temple...and replace it with pure gold statues, paved with gems...this is a very tempting choice."

Goddess Venus struggled to restrain herself from swallowing her saliva, took a deep breath, turned her head and squinted at her cheap father, as if a tough Araki line appeared on her face.

"But—I refuse!"

"what?!"

"I just thought about it carefully. Gilgamesh has no children now. Now that he is dead, the world of Uruk should belong to the goddess. I am the patron saint of Uruk!"

Ishtar's eyes lit up, as if he saw himself returning to the luxurious days enshrined by everyone.

"...I misestimated you. I didn't expect you to think like this. What a smart child."

After a few seconds of silence, Annan raised his right hand and placed it gently on Ishtar's head, as if to compliment him.

However, at the same time...

Annan's left hand squeezed lightly, crushing a small piece of space.

In an instant, Ishtar broke out in cold sweat.

"Ishtar, help your parents lead the way, okay?"

Annan said with a smile, in a kind tone.

Ishtar's neck was a little stiff, and he turned his eyes to Tiamat for help.

In exchange, Tiamat smiled apologetically, and then remained indifferent.

It's over, my mother was really attacked.

In the myth, Tiamat forgave the child's act of killing his father, but the current situation is completely different from the myth!

"Okay, I'm familiar with the road to the underworld, don't worry, leave it to me. For the citizens of Uruk, this goddess must rescue Gilgamesh."

Ishtar said righteously, showing no resistance at all, very sincere.

She believes that anyone who is held by an inextinguishable grip will make the same choice as she does.

"Well, that's right, dear boy."

Annan nodded with satisfaction and withdrew his hand.

But Ishtar is like an eggplant beaten by frost, withering.

For entering the underworld, Ishtar resisted instinctively.

Back then, she, Ishtar, relied on the favor of the gods to do whatever she wanted, and even Mount Abeev was destroyed by her. At the same time, she was the goddess of war, and she was invincible.

Then she ate the biggest deflation she had ever had in the underworld, comparable to Napoleon's tragic death to Waterloo.

After passing through the seven gates of the underworld, Ishtar, who was deprived of his divine power and equipment, was cursed by sixty kinds of pain after seeing Ereshkigal, and finally managed to escape in despair.

Such a humiliating deed was later compiled into the Babylonian poem "Ishtar Goes to Hades", and finally became widely known.

Proper black history!

If possible, Ishtar really does not want to go to the underworld, because there is always a shameful feeling of revisiting the old place.

"I have to declare in advance that Ereshkigal is the mistress of the underworld, and she is the absolute king in the underworld, no matter how powerful the gods are, they can't compete with Ereshkigal in the underworld, even if her mother goes. will be suppressed by the underworld."

Ishtar came to Kusa City through Annan's portal and explained to Annan and Tiamat in great detail.

Annan nodded and said, "I understand that, but I'll be with you this time, and I'll be fine."

Of course he knew that Tiamat would be suppressed in Hades.

Tiamat is the primordial mother, the womb of creation.

This characteristic gives Tiamat an immortality that is absolutely impossible to kill as long as there is life on the ground.

But in the underworld... the land of no return, no life exists.

Therefore, Tiamat's immortality will be greatly weakened, but even so, it still requires a crown Servant to deprive the immortality at the cost of giving up the crown.

However, the Crown Servant is an existence chosen by the world and summoned by restraining power.

The restraining force light ball was directly destroyed by Annan, so that the restraining force could not interfere with this world line, and the crown Servant could not be summoned.

Moreover, even if there is a Crown Servant who wants to attack Tiamat, there is still Annan.

He is not targeting anyone, but the championships here are rubbish for Annan.

When his strength has reached his level, only magicians or existences like the two rituals and sandy love songs are qualified for Annan to take them seriously.

But there are fewer such existences than the number of Crown Servants.

"So, don't worry, with me protecting you, it's a trip."

Annan held Tiamat's catkin and said confidently.

Tiamat nodded quietly, looking at his man with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, enjoying the feeling of being cared for.

Ah, the damn sour smell.

"An inhuman father, who knows how to distribute dog food all day long, will only use his daughter as a tool person."

Sighing, Ishtar obediently made a hole to the underworld.

Today, Gong Rin is another tool man's day!

Chapter 120 The Spear Threshold in the Underworld

"Sure enough, Kusa's underground is the underworld. When the mystery has not faded away, the realm of death is not a different dimension space, but is truly connected to the soil of this world. This is also the essence of the earth. Life and death are inside and outside each other. ."

Annan descended lightly along the tens of meters deep pothole, and looked around after stepping into the field of the deceased.

Ordinary people must have no hope of going to the underworld, but Annan is still very curious about this kind of place.

The surrounding rock walls are steep, the environment is dark and dark, and there is no breath of life.

cold, deadly...

The barren scenery, which is always unchanged, is so oppressive that it makes you breathless, like a prison of despair.

No, no, even the prison is heaven compared to this place.

"To the land of no return, the domain of Ereshkigal, Ishtar, daughter of the moon, determined to go there..."

"To the dark room, the house of Ilkara..."

"Go to the secluded room where no one leaves after entering, walk on a road of no return, and enter a room where there is no more light after entering..."

Taking the surrounding environment into his eyes, Annan was rarely serious, his expression neither sad nor happy.

I saw him singing softly, with a leisurely demeanor, like a bard sitting on the street with a violin in his arms.

The ethereal and indifferent poetry is transformed into a simple and desolate melody, which spreads in the silent underworld, full of a wonderful epic sense.

But Ishtar, who was leading the way, quit for a while, with one hand on his hips, gritted his teeth and looked at Annan with a resentful expression.

"Father, what are you doing!"

The poem Annan was reading was the ancient Sumerian poem "Ishtar Goes to the Underworld".

This long poem of great significance for historical research perfectly records the dark history of Ishtar's tragic death to Waterloo in the underworld, and it is widely circulated.

However, for the parties involved, this is definitely not a good thing, and it is no wonder that Ishtar is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

"Cough, I can't help but read a poem to match the atmosphere. I will pay attention to it next time."

With a dry laugh, Annan stopped reading the poem and put his eyes on Tiamat.

"Tiamat, how is it, do you feel uncomfortable in the underworld?"

"Don't worry, my body is much better than yours, and there is no problem at all."

Tiamat looked at Annan with a worried face, laughed in his heart, and said gently.

"Well, that's true, but if you have any discomfort, you must say it."

Hearing Tiamat's answer, Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Tiamat's durability is as high as an unfathomable EX, it is not comparable to a mage like Annan, and it can adapt well even in extreme environments...

But not afraid of [-], just in case, Annan is still very cautious on this point.

After confirming that Tiamat was fine, Annan continued to observe the surroundings of his underworld and walked slowly under the leadership of Ishtar.

Biting chills hit from all directions, and the icy and dark environment of the underworld was enough to cause great fear.

The only light in the underworld is the cluttered gun sills scattered on both sides of the road, like street lamps.