My Wife is Tim

"Disgusting, it's very disgusting to say cute words from someone like you!"

Ishtar squeezed his small fist and waved his protest forcefully: "This is Ereshkigal's curse, put me down! Sure enough, I shouldn't have come to save someone like you."

"Hahaha, you bastard hahahaha, you will come to save this king. Could it be that this king died from overwork in the underworld, and the illusion he saw didn't work?" Gilgamesh laughed happily.

Ishtar said unhappily: "Hmph, if that's the case, I can see death without help. How about you fall into the abyss like this?!"

Seeing how the two were arguing with each other, Tiamat blinked in confusion, lowered his head and asked in Annan's ear, "Annan, could it be that their relationship is actually very good?"

Annan spread his hands and said helplessly: "Well... in a sense, those two are not bad."

Chapter 120 Tiamat's Request

"Hahahaha, it's good to quarrel with you goddess as an occasional fun, but now, this king still has something to do."

With a smile that made his abdominal muscles cramp, Gilgamesh put down Ishtar and turned his attention to the last door of the underworld.

"Although you didn't go to the underworld because of Ereshkigal, but simply died of overwork, but if the dead want to return to the underworld, you must get the consent of the mistress of the underworld."

Annan put the hand-like Ishtar in the hands of Tiamat, who was very curious about it and wanted to hug, then turned his head and said to Gilgamesh.

"Well, that's it, that's why this king has to teach Ereshkigal a lesson as soon as possible, and then leave the underworld happily."

Gilgamesh waved his hand and walked towards the seventh door with a confident look, "This is the door Ishtar said, there is no need to ask, the answer is this king. "

"Just~ no~ yes~ you~ what~"

The Seventh Stone Gate replied without any respect.

"Tsk, the king chose Ereshkigal."

Gilgamesh smacking his lips, ignoring Ishtar's glaring eyes, and persecuting the Venus goddess on a daily basis.

Immediately, the seventh stone gate of justice and rationality opened immediately, and while bickering with Ishtar, Gilgamesh walked in with a big laugh.

"It's so nice to say, it's not like I want to output when it starts."

Annan looked at Xian Wang Shan who was leading the way, shook his head, and followed.

Ereshkigal is invincible in the underworld, and heroic spirits and gods are neutralized in the underworld.

It is impossible for a dead body to cause harm to the hostess here. Even if Gilgamesh has the supreme kingship to convict the gods, the harm will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Gilgamesh played support at most, and when he was about to fight, Annan, who was still alive, had to go up.

"But that guy, just now..."

As he left, Annan glanced thoughtfully at the direction Gilgamesh had come from, his eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness.

Afterwards, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing, pulling Tiamat forward slowly.

……

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- Underworld.

After passing through the seven gates, Annan and Gilgamesh, and Ishtar who was held in Timma's arms...

I looked at this temple of Ereshkigal, the ruler of the underworld for a while.

"What should I say, as the temple of the mistress of the underworld, this is indeed very consistent with the description of the underworld in the mythology, desolate, gloomy, desolate, and lonely."

Annan chose his words euphemistically and did not directly say the word "tattered".

Because the scenery in front of you is only a barren plain and two pillars standing up, there is really no place that can be called a temple.

If it hadn't exuded a strong and outrageous aura of death, Annan felt that the mass graves would be more luxurious than this place.

"The mountain is not high, but the immortal is the name. The water is not deep, but the dragon is the spirit..."

As long as it is a temple where the gods live, even if it is a jacket pocket, it can be called a temple.

"However, even so, this empty land is too desolate and lonely."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed.

"No wonder, the underworld is such a place."

Gilgamesh glanced at a few people and said as usual: "If Ishtar is the goddess who can get everything, then Ereshkigal is the goddess who desires nothing."

"When the underworld was created, she was dedicated to the existence of the underworld as a cornerstone, because a god had to go to the underworld to take office, this responsibility was pushed to the newly born Ereshkigal, and then she was sent to the underworld like this. Stuffed into the underworld and became the god who has been managing the undead for thousands of years."

Gently telling the story about Ereshkigal, Gilgamesh deliberately observed the reactions of Annan and Tiamat.

As the original mother, Tiamat's expression was slightly moved, while Annan's simple expression was a little subtle, and he seemed to show such an expression from time to time since he descended to the underworld.

However, neither Tiamat nor Annan showed any sympathy.

When he was just born, he was given a cruel priesthood, unable to go out, experience new worlds, and encounter new encounters...

However, by now, this is by no means a matter of mercy.

"Ereshkigal, is that the name of that child? What a good boy!"

Tiamat murmured softly, closed his eyes gently, and when he opened them again, the pink-purple star pupils looked at Annan with a hint of pleading.

"Annan, can I ask you one thing? Do what I would have done to that child thousands of years ago when I was still alive."

"It's all a family, so you don't have to be so out of touch, just wrap it up with me."

Annan took a deep breath, nodded to Tiamat, his eyes were meaningful.

"Also, it can't be said that this matter has nothing to do with me."

As he said so, he stepped forward as everyone watched, and stepped into the barren plains that belonged to the temple.

"Come out and see, looking at the dark sky, the queen who leads the Garula spirits!"

As Annan's voice fell...

"boom!!!"

A dazzling white light rose from the desolate ground, and the magical lightning flashed on the two pillars standing on the earth, symbolizing the temple, stirring the air and making the wind howl.

The skin can feel an obvious chill, and the air pressure has reached 500hPa. Because of the adiabatic cooling, the temperature has dropped, and the temperature has dropped to minus six degrees in an instant.

Annan rubbed his goosebumps skin and looked straight ahead.

There, along with all these visions, there was a scarlet streamer.

The blood-like rays of light flowed and converged into a ball with amazing fluctuations in magic power in the center where the air pressure mutation was created.

"Fear, pray, despair, human!"

A deep voice came out from the huge scarlet sphere, setting off waves of majesty.

With Annan's magic level, he could clearly capture the veins of magic in the atmosphere.

Under his perception, an unprecedented harmonious resonance came from the space of the underworld.

The vast magic power was drawn from all directions, as if the power of the entire Hades poured into the sphere, surrendering to their only queen.

The astonishing death energy was rampant, the pale bones ripped apart the scarlet sphere under the mighty momentum, and the huge Garula spirit roared out.

This giant made of bones itself is like a symbol of death and decay, as if the oppressive force of the sky is far beyond the gadgets of the demon pillar.

"I am the manager of death, the mistress of the underworld, the one who embraces the spiritual peak - Ereshkigal!!!"

Chapter 120 The Choice of Ereshkigal

Humans are stupid...

Humans cannot escape the pain of living and the fear of death...

But as long as it is in the Age of God, this pain can also be alleviated, because there are "things that humans cannot understand".

As long as a lot of unreasonableness and a lot of ruthlessness are blamed on the gods, then human beings can live with an open mind.

Ereshkigal has always believed that this form of existence is "good"...

Because she is such a goddess.

In this land where gods and humans coexist, human beings believe in gods and pray for the protection of gods.

but……

Compared with the gods who give various favors, the most accessible gods for human beings are the mistresses of the underworld.

As a human being, it is natural that one day we will usher in death.

However, the instinct and nature of fear of death made Ereshkigal shunned by humans.

Nobody loves Ereshkigal... nobody.

but.

Even so, even if it is not understood, even if it is hated by everyone——

She also has to do it, to practice the responsibility she has insisted on for thousands of years.

because--

"I am the manager of death, the mistress of the underworld, the one who embraces the spiritual peak - Ereshkigal! O living, this should not be the place for you to set foot!"

The golden-haired goddess sat inside the huge Galarulling composed of skeletons, with her hands on her knees, her head lowered, and said in a suppressed tone.

"Or, do you want to die for a try?!"

Om-! ! !

At the moment Ereshkigal's voice fell, the space was distorted by the pressure emanating from it, like an oracle that uttered the law.

The goddess liberated her complete power, and her essence was completely revealed to everyone.

Death and decay, fading and annihilation!

When the weak living person sees such a gesture, I am afraid that they have already fallen to the ground because they cannot understand it.

"Huh, this is such a strong spiritual pressure."

Annan sighed without changing his face, and dismissed the power in an understatement.