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[Celestial Separation - Star of Creation] is a weapon named after Iya, the legendary god who killed Abzu, the father god of all things. It is both the key to the Babylonian treasury and Gilgamesh's most powerful Noble Phantasm, possessing the terrifying power to shatter a world.

This is a weapon that can inflict massive damage on Tiamat, so it will naturally be no problem to deal with these black muds.

However, Anahn stopped Gilgamesh from doing so.

“If the black mud is completely destroyed, the immobile Tiamat will adjust its form and shift its mode of movement from the ground to the sky.” Yanan shook his head. “In that case, our plan will fail.”

Gilgamesh frowned: "Mother is the goddess of the earth, and she never approaches the sky."

“Don’t underestimate a creator goddess.” Anan gazed at the towering figure in the distance, which resembled a mountain range. “Just because she doesn’t do it doesn’t mean she can’t.”

"...Then what do you suggest we do?" Gilgamesh decided to believe Anahn's explanation.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Yanan smiled, and his azure silver armor instantly transformed into a set of armor with a futuristic sci-fi style.

The blank key.

Then Yanan took out a jet-black katana, its dark blade seemingly capable of swallowing even light.

Under Yanan's manipulation, a black crystal floated out from the blade and landed in his hand.

Without the black crystal, the katana instantly became ordinary, losing all its previous special feel.

"I might look a little scary later, so be prepared."

Taking a deep breath, Yanan placed the Corruption Core in the groove on the chest of the Blank Key.

The next moment, pitch-black flames ignited on Anan's body, and endless malice spread out, as if a demon god had descended upon the world.

A terrifying power filled every corner of Anan's body. With the help of the Blank Key and the Herrscher Core, at this moment, he was almost equivalent to the Herrscher of Corruption.

Gilgamesh and Kingu both showed a hint of solemnity in their eyes. Although they knew that Yanan was not an enemy, they still felt a strong sense of crisis at this moment.

It seems that Yanan's current posture alone is a very dangerous phenomenon.

"Then, I'll go."

Nodding to Gilgamesh, Anan leaped off Vimana, soaring thousands of meters into the air before plunging into the eerie, ominous black mud.

The youngest brother's twenty-four articles erode his power. And...

The moment Anaen fell into the black mud, the once calm sea surface instantly boiled as if water had been poured into boiling oil. The surrounding black mud, like hyenas that had smelled blood, frantically pounced on Anaen, trying to devour this intruder.

Black Mud is the manifestation of Tiamat's special power [Mother of Beasts]. It can not only be used to create life, but also to actively transform life, making it completely subservient to Tiamat in both body and spirit.

Without sufficient divinity to counter it, even heroic spirits cannot last long in such an environment.

However, none of this was a problem for Yanan.

"Let's give it a try and see who assimilates whom."

Faced with the onrushing black mud, Yanan's lips curled into a slight smile, and then he directly activated the power of [Erosion].

Wisps of black mist, like smoke, escaped from his body and merged into the surrounding black mud.

The Herrscher of Erosion ranks twelfth among all Herrschers. Unlike other Herrschers, the Herrscher of Erosion does not have a body of its own. Its essence is an ultimate virus with self-awareness, and its ability is to erode and control all objects.

Compared to the previous Herrschers who could destroy the world at will, the Herrscher of Corruption's performance was not as exaggerated, but when it truly began to show its power, its destructive force was even more terrifying.

If we were to describe it using a game analogy, then Herrscher of Corruption would be a typical late-game hero. In the early game, she's timid and vulnerable, easily exploited by anyone. But once she's given time to develop, it means the game is over.

Moreover, due to its unique form, it is not an easy task to completely eliminate it in the early stages.

If a mistake is made during the operation, giving the Herrscher of Corruption time to react, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That former civilization, which has already perished in the collapsed universe, suffered a great loss because of this.

Anan had always known how terrifying [Erosion] was, so he usually restrained himself from using this power.

However, the current environment has given [Erosion] a lot of room to grow.

The black mud invaded by the [corrupted] power quickly calmed down from its agitation, and then more black energy split out and spread rapidly to the outside.

In Anan's senses, an invisible realm was expanding outward from him into the surrounding chaotic tides.

The erosion began.

......

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!!"

Countless precious treasures exploded like free cabbages, and the intense light from the explosions illuminated a corner of the dark sky like tiny suns. Countless Rahmu were torn to pieces in the shockwave of the explosions, but soon more Rahmu took their place and charged toward the dazzling ship of light.

“These bastards…” A flash of rage crossed Gilgamesh’s crimson vertical pupils. After shedding his burdens, his personality was becoming more and more like his former self.

"It's been so long, and that guy still hasn't finished?" Jingu's expression wasn't good either. It wasn't that he was afraid of these Rahmu, but he was worried that dragging things out here for too long would attract Tiamat's attention.

"Trust that guy." Gilgamesh raised his hand and waved it, and several more Noble Phantasms exploded in the blink of an eye. "At least so far, he hasn't disappointed me."

Jingu shook his head helplessly, but had nothing to say, and could only continue to slaughter the charging Rahmu.

However, as he continued killing, he suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

“Gil, have you noticed that these Rahmu are acting strangely?”

Gilgamesh did not pay attention to Kingu's title, because he had also noticed the same problem.

“These Rahmuths are much weaker than before,” he said in a deep voice.

This is easy to see. The previous Rahmu were bloodthirsty, fast, and very lethal, but the current Rahmu fly very slowly, and their size has shrunk considerably.

The difference between the two is so obvious, it's like the difference between a wolf and a husky.

Everyone knows this is absolutely not a normal phenomenon.

"Could it be... that guy really succeeded?" Jingu asked in surprise and doubt.

"Hahahaha!! How about that? I told you, that guy definitely won't disappoint!" Gilgamesh let out his signature laugh. Although he didn't have conclusive evidence, he believed that it was definitely Yanan's doing.

Only that man could create such a miracle!

Just then, a figure soared into the sky from the chaotic tide and landed on the Radiant Ship like a black lightning bolt.

“It’s done.” Anan nodded to Gilgamesh, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve injected the virus into the black mud.”

"I have seen it. Well done." Gilgamesh patted Anan on the shoulder approvingly.

“You actually managed to steal Mother’s power.” Jingu looked at Yanan with a complicated expression.

“Don’t make it sound so easy.” Yanan rolled his eyes. “I paid a heavy price for it, you know.”

Even for a Herrscher, corrupting the power of a creator goddess is no easy task. Anan had to squeeze the core power of the Herrscher to its limit to barely complete the erosion of the Chaos Tide.

Even so, he couldn't completely control the black mud; he could only make some minor moves.

For example, modifying the biological template of Rahmu resulted in a significant decrease in the strength of all subsequent Rahmu. Slowing down the spread of the black mud also extended the time it took for Tiamat to set foot on land by more than double.

“Unfortunately, the power of [Mother of Beasts] is still too strong.” Anan watched Tiamat slowly moving forward in the distance and shook his head helplessly. “This is all I can do.”

"You bastard..." Even Gilgamesh couldn't stand it anymore.

You're allowed to show off, but don't go too far!

Jingu suddenly noticed the black crystal in Yanan's hand. Compared to before, this crystal no longer had that aura that made him feel wary.

Thinking about the price Yanan had mentioned, he seemed to understand something.

"Your Noble Phantasm is no longer usable, is it?"

“Yes.” Yanan looked at the Herrscher core in his hand, which had been drained dry, and shook his head slightly. “Even if it can be used, it will probably be a very, very long time before it is usable.”

"It's just a Noble Phantasm." Gilgamesh snorted disdainfully, raised his hand and waved, and a large pile of Noble Phantasms fell on Vimana, piling up like a small mountain. "Take whatever you want, or I'll just give it all to you. I may not have anything else, but I have as many of these as you want."

Yanan: ......

Jingu: ......

That despicable rich dog!

The decisive battle of twenty-five consecutive drops has arrived.

The radiant ship Vimana, crafted from gold and emeralds, soared through the sky like an eagle, sometimes surging towards the clouds, sometimes stopping and diving towards the sea. However, no matter how magnificent and superb its flying skills were, there was always a dark cloud following closely behind it, a flock of Rahmu.

Even though countless of their brethren had died, these monsters never gave up their pursuit. Whether it was due to an insatiable thirst for blood or an overly fanatical worship of Tiamat, there was absolutely no trace of pity for life in these monsters.

Whether it's towards other living beings or towards oneself.

"I, the king, have been chased by such a bastard for an entire day." Gilgamesh sat on his throne, his face filled with disgust and anger. "It is an utter disgrace."

“We’re almost at Ur.” Yanan gazed at the rainforest not far ahead, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I wonder how their preparations are going.”

"I will personally go down to buy them time. If they are still not ready, then they may as well atone with their deaths," Gilgamesh sneered.

Two figures flew towards Vimana from afar; they were Ishtar, piloting Maana, and Quetzalcoatl, riding a pterosaur.

"Thank you for your hard work." Quetzalcoatl jumped onto the Radiant Ship, nodded to Anahn and the others, and then looked at the towering figure behind them. "Is that Tiamat? As expected of the Mother Goddess of Creation, even though we haven't officially fought yet, the sheer oppressive aura is suffocating."

"After all, he is an ancient deity capable of reshaping the ecosystem single-handedly," Yanan remarked. "How is the situation in Uruk City?"

“There are about 1,500 people in Uruk now,” Quetzalcoatl sighed softly. “That’s all we can find.”

Fifteen hundred people—this was the last spark of the once prosperous Uruk civilization.

Anan looked at Gilgamesh, but the king's face remained expressionless.

“From the very beginning, I foresaw the destruction of Uruk.” Gilgamesh looked up at the gloomy sky. “There’s no need for words of comfort. Both I and they are prepared for this.”

“Perhaps from now on there will never be another Uruk person in the world,” Yanan said earnestly. “But thousands of years from now, people will still remember that there once existed a group of people who dared to challenge the gods to defend their homeland. They belonged to a great civilization called Uruk.”

After a moment of silence, Gilgamesh suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing between heaven and earth.

“Well said!” Gilgamesh’s lips curled into a wild and arrogant smile. “So what if they are gods? They may be able to easily destroy humanity, but they can never defeat humanity!”

“It’s good to be confident, but don’t be too optimistic,” Jingu said calmly. “Don’t think that pulling your mother into the underworld will kill her. As she is now, she is not her complete form at all.”

"You mean, Mother can become even stronger!?" Kingu's words instantly drew Ishtar's attention back from the Radiant Ship, her expression filled with shock.

Tiamat was already very troublesome for her, but then Kingu told her that this was not Tiamat's strongest form.

For a moment, Ishtar couldn't help but feel uneasy. Could they really defeat Tiamat on their own?

“That’s what makes it interesting,” Quetzalcoatl laughed. “For wrestlers, the stronger the opponent, the more fun it is to challenge them.”

“I don’t find this fun at all,” Ishtar rolled her eyes.