Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 473: Chapter 271: The Sun God Who Mends the Sky, The Intercepted Dwarves’ Ship!

Hill furrowed his brow; he really didn’t want to get entangled with the Undead Tribe. Should he just find William to handle it directly?

”Mr. Hill, rest assured!” the fellow who got blown away grinned as he ran back, ”Even if you hadn’t hit me, I wouldn’t dare to dig. William almost deducted 500 military exploits from me! That’s the life-buying money for the Dare to Die Squad!

Plus, if I kept digging after being warned, today’s siege mission would be considered a failure.

Not a single exploit earned, plus deductions, not many are willing to take that risk.

There will definitely be fools, but only a sparse few, Mr. Hill, you needn’t worry about them.

After all Mr. Hill, you just don’t want all these seeds to be dug out, right?”

Hill couldn’t help but look at him, so you knew what I was worried about too? Then why did you initiate the digging?

He felt that this Knight seemed familiar yet strange. Logically speaking, Hill wouldn’t forget any person he had met; was this an acquaintance who had changed his face?

”Idler! Do you have a death wish? If you don’t want your paws, they can be chopped off!” Amid a roar, Hill remembered.

It was that sentence again, quite fitting for this ’An Idler.’

But he had changed that ugly face! Hill glanced at the Little Loli, who had jumped down from the high platform where the Forest Array was located.

I wonder how the ’Old Age Striking King’ lady managed it. I remember a while ago, this idler was still insisting that the ugly face was very characterful and didn’t want to change at all.

”Not at all! I just wanted to dig one up while William wasn’t paying attention! I stopped as soon as I was warned! Look, I even got blown away by Hill, treated me like a fart, let it pass, right?

Otherwise, you’d smell the stink too, wouldn’t you?”

The ’Old Age Striking King’s’ tiny body almost erupted with a murderous aura comparable to a Legendary Swordsman, as she roared, ”Idler! Do you want to die? Cunlü! What a fabulous disciple you’ve taken! Why do I have to help you manage him?”

”Because I have to breastfeed?” A giggly voice came over, ’Cunlü’ with ’Hard Wind’s’ help, also clambered down the high platform laboriously.

”Look, I even got him to change his face; I’ve done my part! For everything else, just beat him up right there! The Idler won’t dare to strike back!” ’Cunlü’ leaned on ’Hard Wind,’ standing aside and enjoying the drama.

”Did you ask him to change it?” the ’Old Age Striking King’ spoke word by word, ”Wasn’t it because his video made your niece cry that he realized it was truly ugly?

He changed into a stubbled face, now looking more human, what else can be said?”

”But I think, it suits him better to stand next to the irritable loli as an uncle,” said ’An Idler,’ fearlessly.

Ignoring how the Idler got smacked in the face by the Priest Hammer, Hill contently continued planting his true flowers.

Over by the volcanic crater, the large pots piled up by the Undead seemed about to close, and Hill knew he had to hurry.

Hill took a deep breath, releasing Nature’s Blessing with all his might to let the Sunflowers on the ground instantly grow and blossom.

Seeing the flowering Sunflowers, Hill was a bit scared; from top to bottom, each flower was ejecting seeds outward.

And these seeds quickly rooted upon hitting the ground, sprouting new branches.

The base of this volcano was indeed filled with corrupt air!

When Hill’s planting was done, William also made his move.

He directly wielded the Giant Shield Divine Artifact, integrating it directly into the formed pot’s top.

Intense golden light burst forth from Hill’s Cloud Ship, and the can-like brown walls were inlaid with a golden spiral line, twirling from the lid’s top all the way to the bottom.

William stretched out his hand, streaks of silver Space-Time Dragons also rushed towards it, connecting head to tail into a silver spiral line.

Back on his Cloud Ship, Hill, watching this pot mountain sealed by light and space, felt vaguely that he too should do something.

That odd feeling prompted Hill to take out one of his most precious Treasures.

The oak artifact, knowing it couldn’t always be carried by Hill, felt very sad.

It sincerely wanted to follow Hill, otherwise it wouldn’t have entered Hill’s Mental Sea directly.

Even the Wolf God and the others, who had used it for so many years, didn’t know this oak shard artifact had its own Consciousness.

But upon discovering that the Sun God and Goddess of the Silvermoon could enter its internal space anytime even after so many years, it became dejected.

The oak was clear; Hill, always full of secrets, definitely wouldn’t carry it with him anymore.

But it still clung to hope, unwilling to stay just in a small valley; it wanted to follow Hill to see the outside world.

In the end, the oak sought Hill’s opinion if, by returning the internal space of the oak artifact to the World Tree Artifact, Hill would mind if it only had a little internal space.

Complete, yet losing the Half-plane functionality bestowed by the Goddess of the Earth.

Of course, Hill wouldn’t mind.

If he could possess a branch of the World Tree all to himself, it would be of great use even if he left this world.

Hill didn’t use the oak because he dared not, not because he didn’t want to.

No space was as good as the bit he could use himself.

In the end, the oak happily gave Hill a piece, the fragments that had fallen off the World Tree originally.

Hill had always cherished this precious material, adding just a bit when making fans, having to grovel on the ground to retrieve even a single lost grain.

Now, the small handful that he held in his hands was almost half of what Hill had.

Although reluctant, Hill still gritted his teeth and ground these fragments into a fine, nearly invisible, greenish powder. Controlled by the Law of the Earth, the powder danced and slowly transformed, finally becoming a golden bear that stood tall and proud.

Hill swung his arm, and the golden bear, formed by the Law of the Earth, charged directly toward the volcano’s mouth.

Circling around the circular walls of the volcano, the bear gradually shrank and eventually disappeared into the ground.

Another turquoise-gold spiral appeared on the walls.

Hill’s capabilities were limited, but he had done his best to provide the strongest defense possible for these walls.

Moreover, he completely connected these walls, which were transformed from the volcano’s mouth, with the veins of the earth below.

In the future, the only way to breach these walls would be to shatter the entire planet.

This eternally existing Abyssal Gate, as long as no powerful Evil God or Abyssal Lord could directly enter, would likely become a festive ground for the Undead Tribe.

Hill smiled contentedly, knowing his own abilities. He originally planned to connect the outer layer of this volcano to deeper underground layers, transforming it into more magic-resistant obsidian to prevent demons from tunneling out.

Unexpectedly, the World Will lent a hand, connecting it directly to the earth’s veins.

Even the external walls became much more durable. Hill could feel it; this was a material blended from three elements.

For the world, fragments of the World Tree were indeed the most suitable material.

Hill landed at the mouth of the volcano and carefully pondered over the composition of this material. He felt it was more suitable for the walls of a Magic Tower than simple obsidian or mithril.

The undead Mages, already holding tablets, began to copy the Defensive Magic Array.

Hill looked over and found the array diagrams simple; the only specialty was the materials, which were likely provided by the Sun God Sect.

This world’s Mages, however, were not well-suited for this task.

The power of light was so strong that few Mages dared to interact with it for long. The warnings given to them were sufficient.

Moreover, kind-hearted Alchemists are so rare that they could be counted on one hand.

Asking so few to engrave high-level defensive magic arrays on an entire mountain—likely, not many would be willing.

So it was better to let the Undead, who naturally possessed the power of the sun god, complete the task in the shortest amount of time.

Hill suddenly chuckled. No wonder that this world’s Undead Tribe, although chaotic, rarely engaged in particularly malicious tactics. He initially thought it was because that world had grown accustomed to the reality of virtual gaming and had higher moral standards.

But more likely, it was the presence of the sun god’s power that kept their thoughts from descending into evil.

So, even in a game, they managed to maintain their moral standards from the real world.

This was probably the greatest assurance that William and the God of Time and Space, in summoning the Undead Tribe to this event, had provided for this world.

The Dwarves’ fiery spaceship had already flown out of the World Membrane.

The person on Hill’s ship burst out instantly, exploding in a dazzling golden light at that spot.

The Sun God directly obliterated his divine soul.

William then threw a long white scarf.

Hill almost thought it was the curtain of the Goddess of Love, but this seemed to still be a Divine Artifact obtained from the Dwarves, evident that only those from the Kind Alignment could use it.

The scarf slowly unfolded in the sky, turning from white to gold, and finally merging into the golden light emitted by the Sun God.

The golden light slowly spread across the sky until it completely sealed the weak spot.

Even powerful artifacts could not easily enter the World Membrane again.

The Dwarves, even if they wanted to turn back, it was no longer possible.

Hill heard a thunderous noise coming from the Starry Sky.

”Damn! We all have to go!” shouted the Dwarf King, which only made the humans on the ground smile contentedly.

When the Dwarves left, it wasn’t as if no one wanted to stay.

But everyone here knew they didn’t have the capability.

Even William didn’t take action, and the rest found it difficult to muster the courage.

But that didn’t mean everyone wasn’t regretful; comforting themselves with ”as long as they leave it’s fine,” they still felt dissatisfied.

Hill turned his head to look; those present were all Popes from various Grand Temples, who had already started constructing Sub Temples at the foot of the mountain.

And neither Draculus nor Fran, who had said they would come, were anywhere to be seen.

He scratched his head in annoyance, wondering why they hadn’t called him to join.

Without hesitation, Hill flew towards the Starry Sky, not planning to give up participating in this battle.

No matter if it was because his grandfather and little daughter both didn’t want to drag him into the fray.