Surviving The Fourth Calamity

44: Chapter 44: William Silently Becomes the Pope 44: Chapter 44: William Silently Becomes the Pope The news that the Legendary Knight had been killed by a group of the Undead Tribe spread throughout the battlefield as dusk fell.

The originally orderly atmosphere of the Noble Coalition became visibly chaotic.

In this world, Legends had died before, but either at the hands of divine punishment or by the ambush or mass assault of other Legends.

Even so, many managed to escape with their lives, hiding in the wilderness.

Generally speaking, the result of a Legend’s defeat was typically a retreat from one side.

Only Legends or the wrath of the gods could kill a Legend.

This long-standing adage of the continent could now be discarded.

Hill saw that some in the coalition were already retreating.

They were likely those who wanted to follow the Noble Temple to Saral to reap benefits.

The followers of the Noble Temple wouldn’t leave no matter how chaotic it got at this time.

Only those locust-like profiteers would run at the first sign of trouble.

They didn’t care about offending the God of Time and Space, nor would they care about the Noble Temple’s anger now.

The world’s constraints on deities were still strong.

If enough people left, the Noble Temple couldn’t punish so many under the name of offending the deities.

As for other disadvantages, as long as they lived, there would always be a way to get through.

Hill observed for a long time, and the Noble Temple didn’t seem to intend on dealing with those leaving.

After they left, a tall Earth Wall was erected at the back of the camp.

It seemed one could leave, but they weren’t welcome to return.

Fran said, “It looks like they still have some confidence.”

Adrian excitedly said, “The future Pope making a move is indeed a rare sight.”

“Tonight, Dionysio must attack.

If he waits until tomorrow morning, the morale will be greatly reduced.” Fran chuckled, “Both sides understand this, so it can’t really be called a night raid.

Let’s see how William defends.”

Hill looked at the Noble Coalition’s campsite.

A solemn atmosphere was slowly forming, and the panic had disappeared.

This really couldn’t be called a night raid anymore.

The Knights on the walls of Clotho City had also been evacuated.

The Magic Tower slowly began to light up.

William looked at the wall for the last time and then turned back into the Magic Tower.

At this point, it was a contest of the psychological endurance of the leaders of both sides.

Adrian suddenly said, “There should be more Magisters in William’s City, right?”

Hill nodded: “At least 200,000 to 300,000, maybe more.”

Fran asked, “That person at the southeast corner hasn’t returned?”

“There’s probably an opportunity to seize there.

I remember that corner is where several families have united.” Hill answered, “Probably due to poor communication, a bit chaotic.

Multiple factions uniting, if one were to defend for a time before switching with another faction, it would be surprising if nothing went wrong.”

Legends are no fools, if those two large factions had no vulnerabilities, these two Legends wouldn’t have just run away at once.

If one were to be struck down like that, it would be an unbearable death.

That person not returning at least means they won’t likely die.

“Hopefully, there won’t be any problems over there,” Fran said hesitantly, “The infighting in the Noble Temple is fiercer than in court.

Dionysio becoming the recognized successor to the Pope, and no one dares to say anything.

William should have noticed!”

“They have communicators They can notify immediately if something goes wrong,” Hill responded promptly, “If they can’t kill William, breaking through those cities would be useless.

At most, today’s killing of a Legend would even the score.

There are still over 200,000 of the Undead Tribe within the country!

Enough for reinforcement.”

Adrian smiled bitterly, “Indeed.

William has also made preparations.

The Undead Tribe would have to travel a thousand kilometers from their stationed place before encountering a city of the Saral People.”

“Their army’s speed of movement is enough for the Undead Tribe to regroup and push them out again.”

“At most, the Undead Tribe will engage in another siege,” Hill said, “They’ve become accustomed to it.”

Fran nodded, “Indeed, William is very wise; this month’s training has been useful.”

“Better if there’s no trouble,” Adrian said, “I hope all goes well.”

Hill suddenly thought of the Two Lines of Bamboo.

He remembered people from his territory saying, that the city’s defense battle was ultimately held by a collaboration of ranks four through eight.

What was the ranking of that Lu family again?

Hill sank into thought.

Adrian called Hill for dinner, “Come and eat.

Today is a good day; have a drink with the teacher.”

Hill looked at Adrian incredulously, what is a good day?

Is it a good day when a Legend dies, and Fran plunges into confusion?

Fran also looked up at Adrian.

Did this disciple really think that the Undead Tribe killing a Legend was a good thing?

Neither said anything.

Although Adrian was always reliable and clear-headed on big matters, he could have these off moments, and he would realize them after some time.

The grand dinner was interrupted halfway when prayer chants came from below.

Hill dropped his fork and rushed to the window; Alice, who was eating at his feet, quickly hopped onto his head.

“As the symbol of destruction, the chaostic thunder,

The fear of judgement, the electric of the end,

Transform into the light of sanction,

Form the sword of anger.

My Lord Arturas Deshanel,

You are the protector of the Nobles,

You are the maintainer of order,

Please, listen to my vow,

Return all enemies to the ultimate void.”

The repeating chants grew louder, resonating with Divine Power and piercing through the skies.

Fran quickly moved the Airship to the left rear of Clotho.

Even in the Cloud Realm, one could feel the dauntless power.

Hill watched from afar the Noble Temple’s campsite.

A three-tiered altar had been erected there.

Followers surrounded the altar, kneeling all around.

Twelve Archbishops crossed their hands over their chests, kneeling on the first tier.

Three Cardinals in the same posture knelt on the second tier.

Dionysio, with eyes closed, holding a sword wrapped in lightning, knelt devoutly on the top tier.

The entire campsite was filled with the silver glow of holy light.

Looking at the magnificent longsword with a rose-engraved cross handle, Adrian gasped in shock, “Has the Noble Temple lost its mind?

This is the sacred sword of the Rose!”

Arturas was the first human king in this world and eventually became the God of Monarchy and the nobles.

The sword he wielded when he ascended to the divine throne, he left to the Noble Temple to daunt all directions.

For tens of thousands of years, the Noble Temple has never used it.

The most they had done against previous enemies was to invoke the scepter and crown Arturas had used before his deification.

This was the first appearance of the longsword.

It was actually being used against William.

Everyone fell silent.

No matter how much they pursued freedom, as Saral People, they still didn’t want to see such a scene.

The king of Saral was right below, confronting this powerful Divine Artifact.

Endless thunder was summoned, finally converging into a terrifying and wild bolt of lightning, striking directly at Kexlote.

Kexlote’s Defensive Magic Array lit up but slowly dimmed under the might of the lightning.

Hill held Alice tightly in his arms, clenching his teeth as he watched.

“Defying all the laws of nature, destroying all the principles of nature,

Defying the balance of all dimensions, destroying the order of all dimensions,

My lord Cronos!

In defiance, seek new laws and balance,

In destruction, seek new principles and order,

Wandering between illusion and reality,

Transcending eternal time, surpassing infinite space—dimensional fluctuation.”

A colossal chanting voice came from the four corner fortresses of Clotho City.

This immensely thick bolt of lightning was directly swallowed by a sudden rift in space-time.

Hill sat down on the ground with a thump; he was a little stiff, and his legs were somewhat weak.

So the priests of the God of Time and Space aren’t just good at healing!

So the God of Time and Space also has ultimate Divine Arts!

Though his subordinates are mainly players, William is still the Pope, after all!

Adrian pulled Hill to his feet, “William is really something!

When did he become the Pope of the Temple of Time and Space?

He never held any ceremony!”

Fran shook his head speechlessly, “In the future, don’t just call him William.

When the God of Time and Space ascends to the Divine Throne, he will be the closest to the deities, and he should be addressed as Your Majesty.”

The Rose Sword floated in the air, forming a Divine Power Barrier with its sword light.

Dionysio had prepared for his attacks to be hindered, but he never anticipated it would be in this manner.

Never before has a Pope ascended to his position so quietly.

For the sake of the dignity of the Main God, it should be proclaimed to the world!

There was no sound from the Noble Coalition’s camp for half a day; Dionysio was probably calming himself down.

A Pope like William, a Main God like Time and Space, even the widely knowledgeable future Pope must be at a loss for words, right?

After some thought, Hill could understand.

The archbishops of the God of Time and Space probably wouldn’t kneel reverently to implore the deity.

They would certainly not kneel on one knee at William’s Pope coronation ceremony as a sign of respect.

Rather than being ridiculed by other deities, better to ascend to the position quietly.

And give the enemy a great surprise.

After calming himself for a while, Dionysio shouted loudly, “William Saral!

Acolyte of the False God!

How many more of my swords can you take?”

“You try it!”

Hill felt like Dionysio was about to crack: these words coming from a king, and even a Divine Cult Master!

Dionysio seemed to take a few deep breaths before speaking, “You’re a Pope now!

Speak in a manner befitting your status!”

“Then, thank you for the advice?”

Hill felt Dionysio was on the verge of exploding.

Luckily, his goal of stalling for time seemed to have been achieved.

The Noble Coalition suddenly erupted into cheers.

Hill was nervous, wanting to know what had happened.

Of course, Dionysio quickly indulged his wish.

He floated in the air with a smile, “Acolyte of the False God!

Calvo Xien has breached your city walls!

Wait for your Capital to fall!”

William appeared on the city wall, “If you dare, come inside!

Don’t just stay outside the city and do nothing!”

Dionysio said with a polite smile, “Please wait for our good news!”

Then he landed back on the ground.

The three on the Airship looked at each other: Have we really jinxed it?

Adrian said, “Indeed, I saw those two Legends return, didn’t we?”

Hill replied, “Didn’t see anyone flying out.

Maybe they tunneled underground?”

“Maybe they sneaked out with the evacuating people?” pondered Fran, “But a Legend’s energy can’t be hidden!

Could it be that the Divine Artifact of the Love Temple was also put to use?”

“Illusory happiness?

That veil capable of creating illusions not even deities can detect?” Adrian was extremely astonished.

The Goddess of Love only left two Divine Artifacts with them, and that veil was meant to protect the Love and the Literature Church’s Main Temple; they dared to take it out for use?

“It must be the demand of the Noble Church!” Could they even refuse it?

Hill really wanted to know the specifics of the city’s fall.

It was said that together, a few families had 150,000 people, more than three times that of Black Rose City.

And that’s not counting the Scattered Ones.

Such a force could actually be successfully attacked.

There must be a really interesting reason.