Amon did not answer, nor would he give him an answer, because he had already given the order that Medanzo's golden spear must fall. It all depended on what he was thinking. The head of the Archangels in the Garden of Eden recalled the scene when Amon killed Nugus, the Ash God. He looked into Pruli's eyes and slowly replied, "The weak may be worthy of sympathy, but in the eyes of the gods, all living beings in this world are weak.
This has nothing to do with your strength or weakness. You were injured because of the arrow shot by Amon. Just because Amon injured you with an arrow, I can't kill you? This is your shame, and it does not harm my glory. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light pierced down, and the ninth-level divine emissary Pruli disappeared from the world.
After killing Pruli, according to Amon's instructions, Medanzo was to stay at the peak of this mountain range and observe the movements in the Syah Plateau. If there was any movement from the other gods or the direction of the Underworld, he was to immediately inform the Garden of Eden and Amon.
If there was nothing, he had to stay here and wait for Amon's arrival.
On this desolate mountain top, Medanzo stayed alone for more than a year, without even someone to chat with. There was no movement from the direction of the Syah Plateau. After the fall of Adado and Adad, the gods of the Anunnaki divine clan seemed to have no intention of finding trouble with Amon, and even the Underworld was silent.
Medanzo was bored, and only then did he realize that Amun deliberately let him stay here to hone the trace of impetuosity in his temperament. This huge mountain range on the edge of the Syah Plateau had a peak above the snow line, and cold winds blew all year round. Apart from the ice and snow, there was nothing but desolation, and as far as the eye could see were silent and firm rocks. This mountain seemed to be a symbol of stability, and it was imperceptibly reflected in Medanzo's state of mind.
When Medanzo finally realized Amun's intentions, he also called out and prayed in his heart, "My God, I understand. Even if you let me stay here for another hundred years, I won't be tired of it. But you still need to attack Hell, so please hurry up and appear! "
Medanzo prayed to the rising sun every day. He didn't know if Amon heard him, but no one answered him. At that time, Amon was with Artemis and probably had no time for him. Medanzo watched from the plateau. It wasn't as if nothing had happened. He could clearly see what was happening in Enril City at the foot of the mountain.
After Faust received Empress Samir's reply, he sent someone to negotiate with Shaleng. He agreed to Aesop's request and was willing to sell Enril City and its farmland to Shaleng at a nominal price. The people in charge of this matter were Ussir and Dichiro. These two were not easy to deal with. After several rounds of haggling, it was almost equivalent to buying the city for free. Their attitude seemed to be saying, "Leave if you want!"
Faust and the others had already made up their minds. Even if the city was given to them for free, they still had to leave. Compared to when the Assyrian Empire first established this city, they now seemed to be in a dejected state. Faust didn't negotiate a price. He only put forward one condition, which Aesop also agreed to.
Crossing the plateau to Enril City was not only the Giant Legion, but also the slaves captured by the Assyrian Empire in the war, as well as many wandering explorers and unemployed people. Sinnach had promised them freedom and land to come here, but now the Assyrian Empire wanted to withdraw from the Plains of Duc. The slaves who had obtained freedom were naturally unwilling to leave, and the unemployed people who had cultivated the fields also regarded this place as their home and were unwilling to give it up.
Aesop, on the other hand, promised Faust that as long as those who stayed voluntarily, the city of Denurg would retain their land and freedom, as long as they pledged loyalty to the new city.
The military and political personnel of the Assyrian Empire, as well as the Giant Legion, withdrew from the Plains of Duc, and Aesop took the opportunity to take over the city of Enril and the thousands of people they had left behind. Denurg was now no longer a city in the simple sense of the word. Its area of control stretched from the Assyrian Plateau in the north, to the Charcoal Marsh in the east, to the Euphrate Valley in the west, and to the south was the city-state of Mesopotamia established by the Hittite Kingdom. It happened to be the new territory that Sinnach the Great wanted to open up in his blueprint.
Denurg was the center of this territory, and it was equivalent to the capital of this future kingdom. In addition to Enril City, two auxiliary cities could also be built in the east and west.
After the soldiers and civilians returned to Assyria, Faust was the last to leave the city of Enril. He slowly rose into the sky with his staff in hand, glanced back at the Plains of Duc, and then flew over the huge mountains that were like barriers on the edge of the Assyrian Plateau. When he flew over the plateau, Medanzo heard a sentence in his soul: "Lonely Watcher, you have worked hard! Although you are alone on the desolate plateau, you are guarding the light of hope. And I am in a high position that is respected by thousands, and the heart is the true lonely wilderness. "
Medanzo was taken aback. It turned out that Faust had already discovered him long ago. This sage of the state was quite capable. It was said that Amun had given him another kind of guidance. Faust was originally one of the most powerful mages in the world, and now his means were probably even more profound, but Amun did not take him into the Garden of Eden as an official disciple.
Medanzo watched Faust leave, still waiting in solitude for the arrival of Amon. The god had really come, but it was not his Amun.
On this day, when Medanzo prayed to Amon in the face of the rising sun, he looked up only to find that the light had disappeared. He knelt on the cold boulder, and the Assyrian Plateau in the north and the Plains of Duc in the south had also disappeared from his sight and detection. His surroundings were shrouded in a hazy darkness. He could hear his own heartbeat echoing between the heavens and the earth.
Medanzo immediately reacted.
He had fallen into a trap, and the attacker was either a god or an emissary more powerful than him. The attacker had used a method that he had never encountered before, very similar to the legendary magic of the dead. He jumped up with the Key of Destiny in his hand and shouted: "Who is it, is it Kella's mother?"
At the same time, he called out to God Amon in his soul. According to the original plan, Medanzo was here to stand guard. Once he found something unusual, he would have two choices. First, he would rush back to Leng to report, and if he could not get away for a while, he would call Amon. Since the god had sent him here to wait, he should have heard his voice.
The call made in the soul was originally inaudible to others, but Medanzo heard the echo of the call in this dim world.
"Amun, someone suddenly attacked me, and it should be magic of the dead! I am trapped, but I can't see who the opponent is. "
Hearing this voice, Metatro was startled. It was as if a person had inexplicably shouted something in his heart. Then he heard a voice directly drilling into his ears from a distant place: "Claiming to be the emissary of Amon, Medanzo? Are you calling Amun? This is the world of the soul, and all voices cannot be concealed. "
Only then did Medanzo realize the strangeness of the situation. He was still at the top of the mountain, but someone had used some kind of magic to separate this space and time into an environment where the soul could appear. He could not even directly use the power of his bloodline, and all his actions seemed to be fused with the will of the soul.
Instead, Medanzo calmed down. If he could not break the opponent's magic, he would not be able to escape.
He stood still and asked: "If the voice cannot be concealed, then your voice should not be Kella. Who are you?" The voice replied again: "I am Nergale, the god of the dead of the Anunnaki divine clan."
As soon as he heard it was Nergale, Medanzo breathed a sigh of relief. He shook the Key of Destiny and replied: "So it's you, why are you here first?" As he spoke, he heard the echo again: "It doesn't matter if Nergale is here, he and Amun have discussed it." This was originally the voice of Medanzo, but in this strange world, it was tantamount to saying it out loud.
Nergale's voice could not be discerned whether he was angry or laughing: "Medanzo, you have not learned how to communicate with a god. In a world like this, do you not know how to dominate your own soul? I have not made any agreement with Amon, and Kella does not want to see me. That is why I have come here to defeat the enemy for her. You have two choices: either be killed by me, or make a deal with me and not follow Amon to attack the Underworld. "
Since Nergale had said so, it meant that he was serious. He was not just putting on a show to help Kella protect the Underworld. Seeing that the situation was not good, Medanzo quickly made the first move. Although he did not know where Nergale was, he waved the Key of Destiny, which emitted a blinding golden light and struck in a random direction.
The Key of Destiny's attack could not be dodged. Nergale could either use his mana to support the space created by Divine Necromancy, allowing Medanzo to attack again and again, or he could simply show himself. As the golden light shot out, Medanzo felt that the opponent he had met this time was very strange. He could not tell how strong this opponent was, but his methods made him very uncomfortable.
The Key of Destiny was truly swung out, and in the hazy darkness, there was a surge of energy that quickly disappeared. It was like a person throwing a stone with all his strength, and after flying far away, it finally landed on the ground. Or like a person from birth to death, this irreversible process was accelerated in a short period of time. Medanzo could not even tell if this attack had any effect.
The gloomy golden light of annihilation swept back, and Medanzo inexplicably felt waves of weakness. The fear in his soul could not be concealed, and his usual awe-inspiring manner was now completely useless. He seemed to see the death of countless living beings, and at the moment of their deaths, all sorts of thoughts turned into attacks. He seemed to see his own death.
In this space, all attacks were directly aimed at the soul.
Even a ninth-level divine emissary like Medanzo, who had reached the realm of Endless Life, was actually not eternal, and he also knew that even eternal gods could fall. So what would it be like when he could be killed, and what would he think in his heart?
Nergale's attack made Medanzo unable to help but think about these questions, and then a series of questions came between heaven and earth. It was Medanzo's own voice, as if another Medanzo was pestering him.
Medanzo waved the Key of Destiny into a ball of golden light, blocking the invasion of the hazy darkness, and shouted: "Nergale, you should not have attacked me first!" At the same time, a rolling echo came: "If you did not attack first and waited for Amun to attack the Underworld first, the gods of Anunnaki would abide by the oath and not help Amon. And if you started the battle first, there would be gods who could help Amon, such as Mourin. Doing this is too stupid! Looking at the magic you cast, you can make people unable to hide their thoughts, but why are you not smart at all when you do things … "
This was Medanzo's usual style of speaking, saying one sentence with his mouth, but muttering so many things in his heart.
When he heard these echoes, he realized that the space here was strange, and then he heard the echo again: "Why am I so long-winded?" At this moment, Medanzo finally understood what Nergale meant by "dominating his own soul" just now. Here in this world, the soul would not say anything it did not want to say, and this was a kind of confirmation.
It seemed simple, but the realm was extremely profound.
So Medanzo no longer said or thought more, just waved the Key of Destiny and fought with all his might.
But Nergale did not show himself, only continuously launching attacks, as if he was testing Medanzo's soul. The golden light emitted by the Key of Destiny was dazzling, but it could not pierce through the dim fog. Although he could not see the Assyrian Plateau where he was, he could feel the desires of many living beings at the moment of their death being awakened, and all kinds of pain, fear, and helplessness were imprinted into Medanzo's soul one after another. Mourin had long warned Amon that if his disciples encountered Nergale, they would definitely be at a disadvantage if they were not careful, and now Medanzo had learned his lesson.
Fortunately, this divine emissary was quite strong, and if Nergale did not show himself directly, it would not be easy to take him down in a short period of time. This made things difficult for Medanzo. It was as if his soul was carrying a heavy burden, and he had to keep moving, but he could not see the final goal. He had to keep waving the Key of Destiny, but he could not escape.
After an unknown amount of time, Medanzo's voice could be heard again, "Amun, are you still not coming? If this goes on, I will die here today. Is this Nergale trying to tire me to death? "Then he shouted," What does it feel like to be exhausted to death? " If someone was watching from the side, they would feel speechless, or even amused, by this strange battle. What kind of reason was there to shout in the middle of a battle? How was this battle supposed to be fought?
At this moment, he suddenly heard Amon's voice, "Medanzo, we are all level nine divine emissaries, but there are also differences in realms. In such a situation, each soul has its own master, and you have to unite your various selves to see through this confusion and darkness. "
When Medanzo heard Amon's voice, his spirit was lifted. Twenty-four wings of fire spread out from his back, and the wings expanded into twenty-eight, then folded back into a pair. The golden edge in his hand pierced forward with light, and he finally saw Nergale standing in the void with his hands behind his back. Opposite of Nergale stood Amon and Artemis.
Amon heard Medanzo's call, and he had already arrived. All attacks on Medanzo suddenly stopped.
Nergale and Amon looked at each other, looking into each other's eyes, as if an invisible battle had already occurred. After a while, it was Nergale who spoke first, "I stopped you from attacking the Underworld, so I will really stop you, so I don't care who takes the initiative to attack. This has nothing to do with the oath of the pantheon. Amun, I want to make a deal with you. If I can defeat you, you will give up. Is that okay? "
Amon nodded. "Of course. If you can defeat me, I will not attack the Underworld again. But I won't stand here and let you block my way. My disciples won't interfere in our battle. "
At this moment, a silver light flew over. Gabriel was the first to arrive at the battlefield, followed by Link and Seagull. Medanzo took the opportunity to put away the Key of Fate and stood with them. Another long howl came from the horizon, accompanied by a green light. Two more divine emissaries arrived. It was the Dark Wolf God Bright Moon Night and Mourin's "ex-husband", Dumz.
Amon and Nergale spoke at the same time. Amon asked, "Bright Moon Night, why are you here?" Nergale asked, "Dumz, why are you here?"
Bright Moon Night replied: "I am here to help you, and also to help Dumz."
Dumz replied: "I am an emissary of the Anunnaki divine clan. The battle between you may have nothing to do with me, but Peloponnus is still in the Underworld, and I am here to save her." Nergale said: "Bright Moon Night, you are finally free."
Amon said, "Dumuzid, you finally know what to do." As the two gods spoke, they had already begun to move. After becoming a god, Nergale still dressed as a warrior. At this moment, he pulled out the sword at his waist and stabbed at Amon. This stab carried a gust of cold wind, and the darkness that had trapped Medanzo just now strangely condensed on the tip of the sword.
Amon swung out the Eye of Sealing to block. The two swords collided without making a sound, but it shook the souls of the divine emissaries into a trance, as if countless desires had been imprinted on them. If they had not passed the test of endless arising and ceasing cycle, they would probably have fallen from the clouds at this moment.
As soon as the two gods fought, a gust of cold wind swept across the Syah Plateau. This wind could not blow up a speck of dust, nor could it blow a blade of grass, but it swept up the aura left behind by the living beings who had passed away on the earth. Nergale's undead magic could not do anything to Amon, and the two gods looked like two warriors fighting in the air.
Artemis stood in the distance with her arms crossed, watching the battle with interest. She had really come to watch the show.
If Nergale defeated Amon, Amon would no longer attack the Underworld. But Amon did not agree to stay in place and fight. In the fierce battle, he swung his sword to force Nergale back and took the opportunity to escape from the battle, shooting in the direction of the Underworld. Nergale hurriedly swept up a gust of cold wind to intercept Amon's figure, and chased after him for another round of fighting.
Naturally, it was not easy for Amon to kill Nergale, but it was not difficult for him to escape from the battle. In the battle between the two, it was clear that Amon had the upper hand, but it became a scene of Amon fighting and running while Nergale followed behind and intercepted him. The disciples followed the two gods in the fierce battle, walking and stopping all the way to the Underworld.
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