But in the end, she chose to forcefully interrupt the ceremony at the cost of her own severe injuries, trying her best to preserve the lives of everyone present.
If before, they still doubted this Mother Goddess’s compassion, now they were completely convinced and moved.
And the more it was so, the more sorrow they felt in their hearts.
Because, in a time of the strong preying on the weak, compassion is just a weakness that can be exploited.
Whether they or this Mother Goddess, they all no longer had a chance of winning.
"Cough, cough, I’m afraid the matter of your rebellion can no longer be concealed. Tomorrow, I will think of a way to hold them back, but I probably won’t be able to stall for too long. You all should leave this world, flee quickly."
The Goddess barely held herself up, coughing as she advised.
Although this sacrifice didn’t let her reclaim the Power of Origin, her appearance had returned to her former state, and her self-awareness and intellect had fully recovered.
Looking at the "mother" who, even while severely injured, was paving the way for them, the gods felt both moved and humiliated.
In the end, they could do nothing.
"Uh, actually, I think there’s no need to flee."
At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded from the side, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
The gods turned towards the voice, looking at Luo En, who was smiling, and asked in annoyance:
"Not flee? With one Origin level and three Divine Kings, what do we have to fight against them?"
"Simple, I’ll lead the army, won’t I?"
With that, Luo En no longer hid, the suppressed Divine Will erupted, forming an overwhelming storm of Magic Power, pressing down on the gods to the point of suffocation.
At this moment, the gods were shocked to discover that the man before them was also an Origin level deity.
Moreover, he seemed to be even stronger than Marduk, who had usurped the Babylonian Origin Divine Throne!
The gods were initially stunned, then fell into ecstasy.
Babylon was saved! They were saved!
As long as this man was willing to make a move, they might have a chance when fighting against Marduk!
At the same time, Tiamat also came to her senses, grabbing Luo En’s hand and pleading:
"Jing Gu, help them."
Although she had regained her self, she still liked to call this life before her by that name.
Luo En gently patted Tiamat’s hand to reassure her:
"Rest assured, what you want to do, I will help you accomplish. First, recover well in the Garden of Eden, wait for me to come back."
Although the original plan was for Tiamat to clean up her own house and then take over the Babylonian Divine Era and this world’s Source Quality effortlessly.
But now, Marduk had prepared defenses, blocking this path.
To complete this game, he had to take action personally.
Just as Luo En was ready to lead the Babylonian gods to war, Tiamat suddenly blocked his way:
"What’s the matter, Mother Goddess?"
"Stay one more day here, let’s get married."
Tiamat said astonishingly, then bit her lip and raised Luo En’s hand to announce loudly to the gods:
"From this moment on, Jing Gu is my husband. He will execute my Divine Will and lead you to victory!"
Ishtar, Aile, and Siduri heard the news and exchanged confused glances, feeling chaotic inside.
This, this isn’t right!
Weren’t they friends? How did he suddenly become a stepfather?
A peculiar sense of grievance and indignation spread in the hearts of the three Goddesses.
However, Luo En understood Tiamat’s intention.
He was not truly Jing Gu and had no ties with the Babylonian Divine Era.
The life or death of the gods here meant nothing to him; he had no obligation to take the risk.
But at this moment, the entire Babylonian Divine Era relied on him, an outsider, to stand up and turn the tide.
For her "children," for the future of the entire Babylonian Divine Era, Tiamat naturally wanted to bind the only hope to Babylon.
After thinking it over, all she had as bargaining chips was herself.
And once they were united, making her the wife of the man in front of her, her "children" would also be his "children."
He naturally had enough reason and obligation to shoulder the responsibility of saving the Babylonian Divine Era.
Tomorrow’s battle, led by him, would be rightful.
But as an anthropomorphic creature, Luo En didn’t want to force anyone.
Just as he was about to politely refuse, a voice rang in his mind:
"If you wish to control the Babylonian Divine Era, don’t refuse, besides coupling with me brings you advantages."
Over time, Tiamat had come to understand the character and personality of the man before her.
Compared to Marduk and those gods, he was more compassionate and more suitable to become the ruler of the Babylonian Divine Era.
Entrusting her "children" and "family" to this husband, she naturally felt at ease.
Having made up her mind, Tiamat rallied her strength to command the gods:
"Time is pressing, prepare for us immediately, we are to wed tonight!"
Facing the Mother Goddess’s command, combined with the looming crisis, the actions of the gods were highly efficient, quickly setting up the venue, gathering around the newlyweds to complete the ceremony, and seeing them into the bridal chamber.
Incidentally, the place was none other than Aile’s Temple.
As the three daughters she most cherished and loved following her return as Mother Goddess Tiamat, the task of keeping vigil around the bridal chamber naturally fell to Ishtar, Aile, and Siduri.
Seeing the lights in the Temple extinguish and the shadows inside overlap, the three Goddesses bit their lips, tears of humiliation glistening in their eyes.
On the seventh day, the stars grew dim, and the sun that had set no longer rose.
Hundreds of purplish-red lightning bolts ravaged the divine barrier surrounding Uruk.
The terrifying tides of Magic Power surged, raising waves dyed a sinister shade as the waters were swiftly contaminated.
Dozens of wind pillars stirred the turbulent flows, violently striking the outer walls of Uruk’s divine barrier.
The ground shook violently, and even the city walls, layered with Protection Spells, trembled incessantly, the wedge-shaped Divine Patterns extinguishing in masses.
"Where are the things the Temple prepared? Bring them up quickly! There won’t be another chance if we don’t use them now!"
The officer stationed on the wall slammed his long spear on the ground, shouting in a hoarse voice of hysteria.
Seemingly awakened by the shout, a group of priests and priests braved the fierce storm, climbing atop the walls, lowering raindrop-blocking curtains to reveal bronze cannons engraved with wedge-shaped Divine Patterns.
With a tooth-grinding metallic resonance, these unique metal constructs began to rotate.
A total of 360 cannons surrounded Uruk like an iron barrel.
"The second wave is three hundred miles away, activate the Magic Circle Diagram, lift the restrictions, open all ports with the King’s Seal!"
Guided by the Magic Circle Diagram, the cannons adjusted their angles, their iridescent ports becoming ever more dazzling.
"Preheat! Fire a volley!"
As the shout fell, the lapis lazuli and the Magic Crystals used as ammunition in the cannon barrels crumbled into dust, activating the Magic Circle Diagrams to resonate together.
Thousands of beams penetrated the darkness beyond the barrier, forcibly tearing apart the towering floods several hundred meters high.
The initial test was a success, exhilarating everyone’s spirits.
However, moments later, massive roots and branches, resembling meaty tendrils and human limbs, floated down from upstream of the Two River Basin.
The ground shuddered, the outer walls shrouding Uruk trembling violently, their light flickering uncertainly.
Everyone was momentarily stunned and looked down.
Only to see that hideous creatures, shaped by mud, rainwater, and withered branches, erupted from the water, slamming fiercely against the outer divine barrier.
And each time they collided, a large area of wedge-shaped Divine Patterns extinguished on the barrier.
Simultaneously, even in death, their blood emitted potent pollution and corrosion, causing Uruk’s outer walls to continually fracture and crumble.
These creatures were manifestations of divine wrath, messengers of death tasked with wiping away the mortal resistance on the land.
As those on the wall struggled to cope, disaster struck again.
Waves rolled in successive layers, surging from the south with overwhelming force.
The second wave had arrived!