Chapter 209

Chapter 211: The Perfect Infiltration Method

After the two deities finished their playful banter, the conversation began to get serious.

At midnight, the Killing Stone ritual would take place. Before then, Izay prepared to wrap everything up.

Excluding Hermes, who kindly lent a hand in combat strength and would stay here to watch the show.

Next, Izay would go disrupt the Killing Stone, cutting off the ritual while also drawing the guards’ attention. Loki, on the other hand, would deal with Ishtar, operating under Asfi’s protection.

After all, Ishtar was the chief deity of the largest gray-market industry system in Orario. If Loki were to meet her, some protective preparations were necessary.

Here we must trouble Miss Asfi, our ever-capable one. Her exclusive magical artifact, the Hades Helm, has an invisibility effect that allows her to silently follow Loki.

She can protect Loki without revealing her identity. What happens if it comes to a fight is another matter.

“Well, that’s how it is. Please look after me later, dear Asfi!” Loki grinned as she extended a hand to greet Asfi.

“Um, please look after me,” Asfi instinctively shook Loki’s hand.

Then…

“Hehehe~ Such smooth hands! Truly befitting the princess of the Sea Country. My house has a princess-like member too, but compared to you, she seems more mature. You two are different types, though I like both! Hehehehe~”

“…”

Though she had heard rumors about Goddess Loki’s fondness for women.

But upon truly encountering her, Asfi realized these rumors weren’t entirely baseless.

Loki really was… quite unique.

While the two females exchanged words, Izay and Hermes approached the edge of the city wall.

“Izay-kun, your actions this time are rather rash, aren’t they?” A teasing smile hung on the face of the male deity.

Izay gave him a strange look: “Rash?”

“Already winning the heart of one goddess, yet acting for other girls—this will surely evolve into a terrifying battlefield of love in the future.”

“…” Instantly silent, Izay rolled his eyes: “I thought you were going to say something else. So it’s just that? Judging by your tone, God Hermes, you seem to know a lot about this kind of thing.”

“Hehehe, somewhat knowledgeable, somewhat knowledgeable. Don’t look at me like this; I also had a romantic history back in Heaven.”

Can the words ‘romance’ and ‘history of infidelity’ even relate?

It was hard to understand the thinking process of deities.

Perhaps this was the difference in thought patterns between eternal beings and mortals.

“Well, anyway, when your battlefield of love erupts, please let me know. I’ll definitely be there whenever called.” Hermes continued talking nonstop.

“On call? Are you planning to help me brainstorm ideas?”

“No, I’m there to spectate. Such interesting events are not to be missed.”

“Alright, you can just go stand over there. I refuse to talk to you.”

As Hermes finished speaking, Izay immediately made a “NO” gesture of rejection towards him.

Pushing him aside, Izay lightly leapt down from the city wall’s crenellation.

“That’s all for our chat. I’m leaving first.”

Leaving those words ringing in Hermes’ ears, Izay landed between rooftops and disappeared after a few quick leaps.

If he continued chatting idly and wasting time, it would be embarrassing if he were late later.

……

Ishtar’s Familial Group Headquarters, Main Goddess’s Brothel.

From this meeting room, one could overlook the glittering pleasure district.

Several Amazons were seated on chairs and sofas haphazardly arranged, all members of the Ishtar familial group’s leadership and top fighters.

Counted among the higher-ups of the Ishtar faction, a female giant also arrived, occupying a specially-made oversized sofa, making a creaking sound.

Aisha rudely sat down on an empty sofa, followed by the divine being Ishtar entering the room before her subordinates.

“Are everyone here?”

The lofty goddess let a young attendant pull out a soft chair for her, sat down, and bit into her pipe.

Without giving them time to reply, the goddess continued on her own.

“No matter what, the upcoming ritual must not fail! Once we obtain the power of the Killing Stone, combined with our previous preparations and the help of ‘those people,’ I have confidence to knock that whore Freya down from her position!!”

“When that time comes, only I will take her place!”

Curling her lips, she revealed an ominous smirk. That was the sinister laughter of a woman harboring dark emotions.

In the hall, no one dared to respond.

Even Froini, the Great Toad who boasted beauty comparable to the goddesses, didn’t dare.

Anyone could sense the dangerous aura the goddess was currently exuding—dark and terrifying.

This was the twisted jealousy between goddesses of the same origin.

Both possessing the title of ‘Goddess of Beauty,’

Why did she have to be looked down upon by ‘her’ from a higher place, treated as just one among the masses?!

She monopolized all the most beautiful praises in the city of Orario, even the world, looking down on her.

Don’t joke around. There’s no way that’s reasonable.

How dare she ignore her and compliment other women’s beauty? This should absolutely never happen.

What the goddess now possessed was a curse-like thought. Nothing was more troublesome or harder to handle than such emotions.

“You, all of you, head to the Sky Garden. The ritual must succeed! Begin moving now!”

“Yes!”

Not long after, the goddess calmed her distorted beauty, took a puff from her pipe, and blew out a cloud of smoke toward the front, her tone allowing no room for argument.

As all members of the Ishtar faction began strategizing, none noticed a shadowy figure quietly “infiltrating” the Main Goddess’s Brothel.

“Infiltration? Eliminating every enemy you see—that’s perfect infiltration!”

With his spear, Izay mercilessly knocked out a patrolling battle prostitute in front of him, casually kicking her body into the nearby bushes, then uttered a profound truth.

To facilitate night operations, he specifically changed into a set of black clothing. Both the Starshine Gauntlets and gloves were styled in black.

Although the black Starshine Gauntlets seemed a bit unfamiliar, it didn’t matter. He could dye them back afterward.

Convenience for movement was the priority now.

“Talir? Hey! Talir!?”

At this moment, a woman’s voice calling out came from the side, getting closer. It appeared that due to not receiving a response from her companion, someone had come to investigate.

Izay’s expression turned serious.

More work!

In the next moment, his figure had vanished from its original spot.

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