[The steam that obscured the view seemed to strip away the added decorations, and the smoke gradually dissipated]
[The only god who can be intact in front of you]
[Is currently only Ishtar]
[The gods can feel that your scale is not as large as the Lumina Form]
[There is only one reason why they haven't attacked]
[That is, they don't know what other cards you have up your sleeve. No god dares to act rashly against you, who can even avoid predetermined death]
[In addition, they just witnessed the Miracle of the Planet]
[Even the gods were shocked by that scene]
[Witnessed the original universe's birth and destruction, as gods, it was their first time seeing it as well]
[The gods are unwilling to admit defeat just like that]
[Even if they are now covered in wounds, with almost no strength left to fight, they know that retreating here would truly mean accepting the demise of the Age of Gods]
[If it were a natural demise, then there would be no choice]
[But for them to be defeated by a mere "human," it is very difficult for the Sumerian gods to accept]
[To admit it is to bow down to humans]
[To make them bow down to tools they once created, when they are supposed to be the creators]
"Ishtar! Kill him! Kill him for me!"
Enlil is the one who cannot tolerate this humiliation the most.
He is the king of gods, the supreme king of gods.
But he was beaten by Moran until he was disheveled and could only flee in a wretched and aggrieved manner, witnessing his compatriots die one by one in Moran's hands.
Being trampled like insects.
He absolutely cannot accept this sense of disparity.
"Ishtar, are you going to kill me?"
Moran glanced at Enlil.
Then, he turned his gaze back to Ishtar.
This god-king is not a threat in Moran's eyes.
Even if he is weakened.
Dealing with a heavily injured and dying god-king is still no problem, he still has some strength.
In comparison, he cares more about Ishtar's attitude.
Ishtar was silent for a moment.
On one side are the gods who are her flesh and blood companions, and on the other side is Moran, whom she both loves and hates.
"…What a speechless guy. He didn't die after acting freely as the planet's system, he's so sturdy that it's excessive… You're even more reckless than me."
Ishtar didn't pay much attention to Enlil.
For some reason, no sign of anything can be felt from her.
Whether it's the killing intent towards Moran, or the anger towards Moran, or that madness.
It's as if they can't be seen at all.
"If I wasn't reckless, how could I control you?
No matter how unreasonable you are, I will accept it all. I don't plan to break my word."
"Hmph, you bastard…"
Ishtar looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.
At this moment, she is already tired.
Knowing that she can no longer take away what she loves, nor can she kill him. At the same time, she can't forget her hatred for Ereshkigal. She can't stay here any longer.
Staying any longer will only make her heart ache.
She only wants to escape from the man's presence as soon as possible.
"I won't attack you, there's no need. I hate men like you the most… Love is, after all, not suitable for me. Hmph, from now on, get as far away from me as possible."
Ishtar turned around.
Seeing this scene, Enlil immediately said, "Ishtar! What do you mean! So many of our compatriots and siblings have been killed by that man! We must not let him off!"
"Enlil, how confident do you think we are of defeating him? I don't think this bad guy will lose, you know? I won't stop you if you want to commit suicide."
Ishtar turned her head and said coldly.
The indifference in her eyes is like frost.
She has completely lost the desire to fight Moran.
"Absurd! Even so… that guy… is unforgivable… How can a god bow down to humans!?"
Enlil is still the king of gods after all.
He stood up, supporting his riddled body.
[It's not just him who has this idea]
[Anyway, the situation is already so bad, it doesn't matter if it gets worse]
[Rather than endure the humiliation of bowing down to humans, it is better to drag this hateful human into hell with them]
[Just then, one person couldn't help but stand up]
"No, you can't, no."
Tiamat couldn't help but stand up.
Looking at these gods who once pointed their blades at her.
She opened her arms and turned into a shield, standing in front of Moran.
Her will to protect is carried out here.
"Mo… Mother!?"
"I, am mother. You, once hurt, me. Now, I will, protect humans. Protect, Moran."
Tiamat's expression is dignified and sacred.
Making it impossible for people to have any offensive thoughts.
[The gods who were about to act hesitated]
[All Sumerian gods have an instinctive fear of Tiamat]
[However, Enlil is thinking quickly]
[The current Tiamat definitely can't stop them, only the complete Tiamat has this ability]
[If Tiamat is forced to use her complete form]
[Then, it will be possible to create a table-flipping situation, which would be far better than the destined end of the Age of Gods]
[Thinking of this, Enlil had a plan]
[Even if the Primordial Mother is standing in front of him, he doesn't think it's anything to be afraid of - as expected, that hateful human must be killed]
"Tiamat, don't come over."
"Moran, I can, protect you too."
Moran wanted Tiamat to step back behind him.
However, this mother's will is very firm, her world only has Moran in her eyes.
Tiamat appeared here for Moran in the first place.
Therefore, she will not let Moran step into danger.
"Mother, since you choose to stand here, then we have no choice… This human, must die!"
Enlil glared at Moran.
The killing intent is constantly overflowing.
The other gods also guessed Enlil's thoughts.
According to the current situation.
Indeed, if Tiamat is used to flip the table, the situation might have a turning point.
Even if they all die.
It is better than the fact that the gods were defeated by humans.
"Hahahaha! This king can't pretend he didn't hear that! If you want to kill this king's brother, then you have to ask this king if he agrees!"
A wild laughter came from the sky.
As expected, Gilgamesh and Enkidu came together, they arrived at the battlefield in time.
This made the gods' faces turn ugly.