Hating, hating that man more than anyone else.
Starting in chaos and ending in abandonnt, toying with emotions.
That’s how he was in the eyes of this Venus goddess. That hateful man abandoned her and didn’t choose her.
Even after the gods encountered such a disaster.
She still harbored resentnt.
But in the end, why hadn’t she lost this feeling, why was she still watching him?
—Is it still wanting to gain his attention?
—Is it still wanting to go back to the past?
—Or rather, does Ishtar regret it?
Whenever she thought of these questions, Ishtar felt a heart-wrenching pain.
Dizziness, almost suffocating.
She was unwilling to continue thinking deeply about this question.
As if just thinking about it further.
She would fall into an irreversible abyss.
Therefore, she needed revenge.
Only in this way could she make up for her lost and broken heart, and only in this way could she rightfully gaze at that man.
First, she would start by taking revenge on those who were related to him by blood.
That king who was so arrogant that he even banished the gods.
The arrogant human who displeased Ishtar.
To put it bluntly, Gilgash was completely taking the bla for Moran this ti. Because of his brother’s emotional problems with the goddess, he ultimately suffered resentnt and revenge due to his blood relationship.
Problems like this are not uncommon in mythology.
In Greece, it’s almost a daily occurrence.
Ishtar didn’t need a reason to seek revenge on Gilgash, simply because his existence was too flamboyant.
So flamboyant that it was impossible not to seek revenge.
As for why she didn’t look for Moran first?
Even Ishtar couldn’t answer this question. Why hadn’t she sought out Moran from the beginning?
She clearly hated him to this extent.
The goddess hasn’t given an answer to the question yet.
"I didn’t expect that you could close the door and not be blinded by my treasures. Although I said you were depraved just now, I’ll correct my statent.
Ishtar, you’ve beco very admirable..."
Gilgash’s admiration was genuine.
Knowing how greedy Ishtar was, one could understand how much determination she had to close the treasury door.
Just looking at the gems in the Gate of Babylon.
She couldn’t take her eyes off them.
She was completely manipulated by Moran, even going so far as to help Gilgash and the others defy the gods.
"Or is it that you’re affected by that vessel?"
"That’s not the case. The original personality is completely hidden in my shadow... This child was created as a doll solely to beco a vessel."
Ishtar wore a faint smile.
The next mont, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were swaying, a rainbow-like, dazzling seven-colored halo emanated from her feet.
"—Just like this child."
Imdiately afterward, a huge steel beast broke out of the ground.
It was the culprit that had just let out a roar that intimidated Gilgash and made him stunned for a mont.
Even though the appearance was different, the essence was the sa.
This True Berserker who had been summoned was undoubtedly the beast they had once defeated, who eventually chose to follow Ishtar and guard the temple, the monster Humbaba, once a symbol of human fear.
Seeing it, several emotions flashed through Gilgash’s mind.
He shook his head and said, "I didn’t expect that even it would be by your side. This ti, I’ve been defeated. What a venomous woman... I couldn’t get along with it even in life, and now you two are appearing together..."
Gilgash realized how unlucky he was.
Two natural enemies from his lifeti had gathered in one place.
The divine beast Humbaba, the goddess Ishtar.
The forr was a divine beast that had once posed a death threat to him, the first existence that made Gilgash feel fear.
The latter, needless to say.
No wonder Moran didn’t choose to show himself openly. He must have known that this Holy Grail War was not simple.
Gilgash was cursing inwardly.
But, on the surface, he was still calm and collected.
Even if he suffered a lot of setbacks, he couldn’t lose face.
"Actually, I really wanted to play with you a little longer... But if this continues, the situation seems like it will beco a bit troubleso.
Ereshkigal... No, is it Nergal’s dependants? I think you should run away quickly. Although you said you were tired of it, you’re suffering divine punishnt now, right?"
Ishtar looked around.
A hint of displeasure appeared in her eyes.
What she called playing was more accurately described as abuse. There was no way she would let Gilgash off so easily.
Just based on his poisonous tongue.
Even if he was cut into a thousand pieces, it wouldn’t be a pity.
She had to trample the Hero King’s arrogance under her feet, and ravage and destroy his body and mind from the inside out.
Only then would the goddess feel comfortable.
"It’s rare that you’re struggling so much, and you can survive to this point. I wanted you to continue to maintain this painful appearance.
It’s a pity that even if I wanted to be rciful.
This child doesn’t plan to spare you. Hehe, they all say you acted tyrannically in life, and now you’re finally getting your retribution."
Ishtar revealed an evil and enchanting smile.
At the sa ti, she had the holiness of a goddess.
As if it were an extre confrontation between ice and fire, it made people feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts, and tremble with fear.
"Roar—!!"
Imdiately afterward, the steel behemoth roared.
Having beco a True Berserker, Humbaba had no reason. It rembered Gilgash, who had tried to kill it.
That hatred was revealed here.
This man was the villain who destroyed it, the tyrant who ended its peaceful days in the forest!
Kill, kill, kill, kill—!!
Emotions like these drove Humbaba.
Transford into a steel body, it condensed a seven-colored rainbow light and twisted it into a spiral drill, aiming it at Gilgash.
A deadly blow rapidly approached Gilgash.
Ishtar turned her head, turned around, and left.
As she departed, she left behind a cold sneer.
Whether Gilgash lived or died was of no importance to her.
What mattered was that her revenge had been initially realized.
Gilgash’s painful and miserable appearance was truly pleasing to the eye, one she could never tire of.
If he could struggle even more pathetically,
That would naturally be even better.
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