Chapter 1339: Chapter 64: Impressive, Truly Impressive!
That’s right, she is still an enchantress.
Although she was bestowed a divine na and divine position, Pandora’s essence remained unchanged.
Because, in later generations, Lilith and Balat had another na translated as—Lilith.
She represents Desire as the Nightmare Beldam, progenitor of the Dream Demons, the witch of the night, incarnation of the dark moon, embodint of calamity and storm.
In so sense, Lilith and Pandora share the sa essence.
Luo En did not completely change this subordinate’s enchantress identity, nor could it be said as deception, for disguises are naturally hard to see through.
“Night Witch Lilith, incarnation of desire and calamity, may your appearance truly bring a [disaster] to Canaan.”
Luo En murmured to himself, as his figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness within the temple.
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anwhile, in Canaan, Safan Holy Mountain.
The pantheon of gods felt relieved after jointly sealing the Babylonian Divine Era.
The cage had been forged, and now they rely awaited the military forces of Egypt and West Africa to join them, to formally act against Babylon.
At that ti, with five Origin Gods appearing together, the other side would surely be unable to escape.
For now, they could simply rest and wait patiently.
The gods of Persia and India nodded at each other and gradually left the Storm Temple at the summit, taking up temporary residence at the foot of the mountain.
Although the three divine eras were united, maintaining a healthy and lasting cooperative relationship necessitated a bit of discretion.
As the great hall beca empty and deserted, Yi Le too sighed with relief and collapsed onto the throne, fully displaying his fatigue.
Due to his ambitious recklessness, he had one arm severed and lost his prized battle divine artifact, greatly diminishing his power.
Furthermore, having expended significant effort in sealing the Babylonian Divine Era and wary of their allies, Persia and India, he was long exhausted.
Fortunately, most issues had been resolved, and he could finally lower his guard and rest for a ti.
Just as Yi Le was contemplating, a fragrant breeze dispersed throughout the temple.
His wife, Heavenly Queen Asherah, swaying her slender waist, walked from the shadows behind the throne, whispering coyly into his ear:
“King, those outsiders have finally left, it’s just us now.”
As she spoke, Asherah extended her milk-white arms, embracing her husband’s neck from behind, exploring downward, her eyes overflowing with seduction and desire.
It had been a long ti since she had been truly satisfied.
However, after a brief collision and panting, Asherah sat up from her husband, her expression not looking too good.
Yi Le’s aging face revealed so embarrassnt:
“I’m a little tired, not feeling well, let rest well first. If there’s nothing crucial during this period, try not to disturb .”
Without waiting for his wife to reply, he waved her out of the temple, leaning alone on the throne to fall asleep.
He was too tired, having to deal with Babylon as a foe while guarding against India and Persia as allies, along with his injuries not yet healed; such matters of conjugal life would have to wait.
Looking at the tightly closed temple door, the unsatisfied Asherah couldn’t help but mutter darkly:
“Old thing that’s all show and no substance, always brushing off!”
“Master, mind your words.”
A kindly reminder sounded, as a goddess with black-purple long hair and amber eyes walked out from the shadows of the corner.
“Who are you?” Asherah’s face showed three parts confusion and seven parts vigilance.
This unfamiliar face, she seed not to recognize.
“You may call Lilith, following Lord Enlil, escaping from the Babylonian Divine Era.”
Pandora answered respectfully, her tone humbly tinged with sorrow, showcasing perfect acting.
Upon hearing this, Asherah slightly relaxed her guard.
Turns out she was Enlil’s subordinate, an Old God of Babylon; no wonder she appeared unfamiliar.
Noticing the Heavenly Queen’s relaxed vigilance, Pandora pointed around and proactively spoke:
“Master, there are many eyes and ears on the mountain, if you don’t mind, I shall assist you back to the palace to rest.”
Asherah also realized her outburst and inappropriate words, nodded, and allowed this obliging little goddess to assist her hand back to the sleeping chamber.
Along the way, the two would occasionally chat a few words.
Under Pandora’s intentional rapport, their relationship gradually ward.
Asherah was quite satisfied with this little goddess who spoke pleasantly and acted diligently, even contemplating acquiring her from Enlil as her lesser deity.
But soon, this thought was overshadowed by another concern.
Perhaps due to the lack of fulfillnt, the closer they neared the chamber, the more intense the evil fire within her blazed, seemingly scorching every inch of muscle, every inch of marrow to charred remnants.
With growing fury and vexation, Asherah’s complexion worsened.
“You don’t look well, perhaps lie down on the bed for a mont. I can call Prince Baal to accompany you in conversation to relieve the boredom.”
“No…”
Asherah had just uttered a syllable of refusal when her gaze flickered, and she changed her mind against her will:
“Alright then, let him co, I happen to have so matters to discuss with him.”
Pandora nodded respectfully, and then, with this Heavenly Queen’s command, invited Prince Baal to the chamber, allowing mother and son to be alone.
A mont later, the temple door closed with a bang, an intense collision echoed within, venting the most primal desire.
Success!
This was much easier than anticipated.
In the shadows, Pandora’s lips curled as she turned towards the top of the Storm Temple.
Soon, a Minotaur warrior ca following the noise and kicked open the door of Heavenly Queen Asherah’s chamber.
Seeing his wife and son dallying on the bed, he was furious to the point of smoke billowing from his seven orifices, his eyes bright red:
“Beasts! You two beasts! How dare you do this right under my nose!”
After a furious roar, Yi Le, who felt like he had a pasture atop his head, beat Prince Baal and wife Asherah heavily, throwing them into the dungeon for later resolution.
Before long, the news of the beloved and mother being imprisoned reached Goddess Anat’s ears.
A violent storm quietly brewed atop Safan Mountain.
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