Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 278: Chapter 81: The Brilliance of Silvermoon is So Dazzling

Hill looked at the magic model in his mental sea with interest, the cold wind behind him bringing some fun memories from the past, and he almost instantly thought of this spell.

The Ice Cone Technique was still placed in the mixed area of wind and water on Hill’s Magician skills ring, finally balancing it somewhat.

Hill didn’t know what the future of a Legendary would be like; the fate of Magicians has always been hard to predict.

Even Hill, who had spent a long time studying spells from various systems, still couldn’t determine his own future.

But at least, with a magic ring like his, it was impossible for all the spells to be of assistive nature only.

His reluctance to advance in the past had partly been for this reason.

If Legendary Spells could be released instantaneously, having attack spells was critically important to him.

It didn’t need to be many, but he must have some.

This time, he had an advantage because his spells were original and rewarded by the World Will; both spells had become Hill’s bloodline inheritance spells that could be released directly, sufficient now for Hill to confront a Legendary.

The terror of a Legendary was not just the power of the spells, but the direct manipulation of laws for instantaneous spell release.

The chanting time of a Magister was long enough for a Legendary to cast several Forbidden Spells, so what more did he need to endure?

Moreover, they no longer used the Elemental Power within their bodies; as long as there were elements in the external environment, a Legendary Mage could release countless spells.

Now, at the very least, Hill could comfortably escape from the hands of a Legendary.

Hill shook his head; once he returned, he could consider advancing.

Once he became a Legendary Mage, the World Will wouldn’t use him like this time.

The fate of a Legendary was already a symphony too complex and difficult to compose, no longer a simple melody playable with a gentle plucking of a string.

The World Will wouldn’t expend so much energy to change a grand and complex symphony, especially when there were so many simple tunes for it to manipulate.

Now, what Hill needed to seriously consider was the scene before him; the White Wolf seemed to have no intention of staying on the continent.

Hill stood quietly outside the spiraling silver light, watching the White Wolf walk alone into the column of light.

The Moon was perfectly seated right above the column.

This was a Silvermoon Altar.

Behind him, the Wolf Tribe circled the column of light, extending their front paws and resting their heads in the middle, prostrating in worship.

Hill quickly retreated and stood outside the circle of the Wolf Tribe.

Hill bowed gently, performing the Mage Ceremony.

The White Wolf ignited its own Divine Fire and, amid the worship of thousands of wolves, slowly ascended within the column of light, heading toward the Moon.

This was the altar that his brother had prepared for him years ago.

But that being had greater ambitions; he wanted to become the God of all creatures, not merely a simple Wolf King.

Yet the White Wolf, without hesitation, chose to be the divine being of the Wolf Tribe.

The moonlight suddenly burst forth, turning the White Wolf into a silver Mini-Moon.

Hill held his breath and watched as the White Wolf ascended to its divine throne.

The followers of Silvermoon unhesitatingly established their divine throne next to the Moon, which is the position for Subordinate Deities in the God System.

If the Goddess of the Moon still had consciousness, then the halo of the Moon would spread to Her divine throne, enshrouding this new Divine Kingdom.

Hill looked up anxiously. These deities that followed the Main God, although not the kind that could only exist within the Divine Kingdom of the Main God, were still a bit different from independent deities ascending into the Starry Sky; they needed the Main God’s recognition to truly receive the acknowledgment of the World Will.

Like the former Goddess of Joy, she could only make the whole world see her ascension, without a biography from the World Will.

Hill was nervous because the White Wolf ascended like that, without considering whether the Master of the Moon still retained consciousness to hold Him back.

It was either impulsive or confident.

This wolf was not one prone to reckless extremes!

Had the Goddess of the Silvermoon awakened?

The silver orb of light rose higher and higher and came closer and closer to the Moon, now just outside the Moon’s defense circle.

The moment it reached the halo outside the Moon, the Moon itself began to change. Although it was still large, it seemed so close, as if a colossal Silvermoon had risen, solemnly indicating to all who watched that the owner of the Moon still existed.

Hill raised his hand, feeling as if he could touch the Moon right in front of him, yet the Moon seemingly gently withdrew a bit, falling beyond his fingertips.

Was this the illusion of Silvermoon?

The rules of the Moon Goddess, within the silvery mist-like moonlight, informed all who recognized Her existence.

Soul and Illusion, these were Her laws.

The newly ascended Silvermoon Wolf God smoothly placed its own Divine Kingdom next to the Moon, becoming a wolf-shaped constellation twinkling with silver light next to the Silvermoon.

Hill felt that the Elves wanted to prevent this obvious enemy from rising to power, but they were terrified by the fact that the owner of the Moon still retained consciousness.

Who knew if the Goddess of the Moon, after a thousand years of slumber, had gained a bit of consciousness, or if She had been aware of everything happening in the outside world even a thousand years ago.

But no matter what, the decades-long cunning plots and clashes between the Goddess of the Hunt and the Elven God King had ultimately turned into a joke.

The vanished Goddess of the Hunt could no longer feel any embarrassment.

And that deity, who sat on the divine throne believing himself to be brilliantly cunning, thinking every carefully planned strategy was perfect, was just unlucky to have encountered the rise of the Gods of Time and Space in the form of the Elven God King. He must be wondering what to feel now.

Nevertheless, Hill was happily watching the radiance of the Silvermoon, lightly sprinkling on every corner of the world.

After the Silvermoon Wolf God took his position, the altar’s glow became brighter, thin layers of silver veils swirling and dancing outward, enveloping the entire prairie.

The wolf packs here, from now on, were under the protection of the Wolf God, no longer having to worry about their young being killed by other magical beasts.

In Hill’s mental sea, a crescent silver moon also gently floated up, as a witness to a Moon Goddess ascending her divine throne, the Goddess of the Moon granted him a blessing.

With the protection of the moon, Hill’s mental sea was no longer a place that deities could connect to at will.

On the level of soul protection, no deity in this world could surpass the master of the moon.

The radiance of the Silvermoon drifted down, making everyone feel as if their souls were cleansed anew.

Hill silently smiled, his awakening signifying the start of a new era.

The previously shallow soul magic lost all its meaning under the light of the Silvermoon. Illusion magic, soul magic, from this moment, truly had rules to follow.

It was unclear if any of the mages could see this step.

Opening up a new domain was enough for a mage to embark on the path to legend.

Although Hill was envious, he had his own path to follow.

Before him, the prairie was bathed in moonlight, the moonlight like water, the moon’s color like silver.

Hill looked up at the sparkling Wolf God Constellation in the sky, then at the wolf pack howling up in front of him, and gently walked towards the valley.

He touched the small pack in his pocket, which the Wolf God had tossed in.

This was for Spiral Pearls.

At the time of ascending the divine throne, the Wolf God had already received a response from the Master of the Moon.

Only when the altar had opened the prairie’s protection, did he feel reassured to toss this pack into Hill’s pocket.

This White Wolf, after coming out and finding the situation of the wolf tribe worse than he had imagined, probably determined to become a deity.

But not until he truly succeeded, was he unwilling to hand over these items to Hill.

Only at this moment, having the assurance of becoming a deity, did he truly feel relieved.

Wolves are naturally suspicious creatures.

Most magical beasts, when facing someone like Hill who is nature’s darling, would trust him without hesitation. The White Wolf actually already had a high level of trust in Hill, but he still wanted a backup plan.

Hill didn’t really mind; he didn’t feel the disgrace of being doubted.

As long as he had a clear conscience, he didn’t need to be seen as a completely trustworthy figure by such suspicious beings.

After all, Hill himself was not one to easily place his trust in others.

He planned to place this small pack next to Spiral Pearls, not intending to open it himself, but hoping that the first thing this child would see upon opening his eyes would be the affection of his kin, and what he reached for would be a surprise gift from a loved one.

Hill stood outside the valley and looked back. The Alchemy Hut he had traded with the Wolf God stood neatly on both sides of the altar.

Under the blessing of the Wolf God, the young wolves could grow up better in these houses.

Who knows, after many years, this pack of wolves might grow into an enemy of humans.

But Hill believed that humans would never stop advancing and wouldn’t be suppressed by a pack of magical beasts.

This choice of aligning with the Gods of Time and Space might be the best for humans, which is why other human deities had agreed.

If there must be an enemy, compared to elves and dwarves, if humans are still reduced to a struggling existence against such magical beasts, then they really have only themselves to blame if they face extinction.

As for the elves and dwarves, they are probably in a state of panic!

The Moon Goddess had already awakened; perhaps the Goddess of the Earth and the Sun God are also about to awaken?

Very few dare to offend the majesty of the sun.

Or rather, very few deities dare to approach the sun, which is too fierce and bears not a hint of evil. When a deity reaches for the sun in the pursuit of power, that might also be the moment he is burned to ashes.

But the gentle Goddess of the Earth, too loving,

the earth too accommodating,

both elves and dwarves have reached out their hands.

Especially the dwarves, who have no prayers for the moon, focusing all their willpower on the earth.

The dwarves slaughter earth element magical beasts not just for weapons and shields; these demigod beasts are their competitors for the divine position of the Earth Deity.

The earth element magical beasts once fled to serve under the Wolf God, significantly due to the worldwide hunting by these dwarves.

Or to put it another way, as long as these magical beasts exist, they won’t allow foreign dwarves to lay hands on the divine position of the Earth.

Unfortunately, after so many years of effort, it was a human who finally became the closely related Goddess of Agriculture.