Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 559: Chapter 357 Hill Empties His Pockets to Buy Things~

The mage, dressed in a dark blue robe and a hood, noticed the Light of Judgment coming towards him, but he was unable to react in time.

His hood was lifted, revealing an ugly face that looked like a skeleton. He opened his mouth to say something but could not make a sound.

The Light of Judgment sliced through everything in its path, turning everything to ashes, except for a few young knights who, expecting to die, remained unharmed and were surprisingly feeling themselves, wondering why they had been spared by such a terrifying beam.

The power of the Sun God never harmed the innocent, and people of the neutral faction were not targeted.

But in this city, there probably weren’t many from the neutral faction left, just these young people who hadn’t seen enough of the darker side and hadn’t fallen yet.

Hill watched the mage turning to dust and took a deep breath before turning his gaze towards William’s target.

He uncontrollably held his breath, then gradually relaxed.

William truly unleashed a powerful move, but this move was somewhat like a slow, torturous death, a bit too bloody.

William’s divine power had indeed grown stronger. The spatial rift that appeared next to the knight in gray-black armor didn’t even leave him a chance to escape.

Hill tried to stay calm. He wasn’t afraid of death, nor did he find it unacceptable to kill anymore; the matured him knew he could ensure that every life that died by his hand thoroughly deserved it.

However, despite his growth, this scene of bodies torn apart and blood splattered everywhere still somewhat disgusted him.

William probably wanted to daunt the stubborn defenders, so he used more intense methods.

It should be somewhat effective. Hill watched as some knights, covered in blood, couldn’t help but vomit against the city walls.

”Hill, give the Undead Tribe a hand,” said William calmly. ”I believe you can take control of those tornadoes and add a few more.

They’re almost losing control over the direction of those ice tornadoes.”

Hill paused for a moment, then realized—the Undead Tribe controlled the Ice Storm collectively, albeit crudely, but as long as these storms didn’t collide or leave the battlefield, it was manageable.

But for the Undead Tribe, it was too difficult to cooperate collectively for a long time.

They’d rather die a glorious death in charge than tense up in the control center of an array for a few minutes.

It had already been ten minutes. For the Undead Tribe, not having failed up to this point was nearly at their limit.

Hill quickly took control of the tornadoes.

As his spiritual power reached them, the Undead Tribe rapidly relinquished control of the storms, almost eagerly handing them over to Hill.

Hill raised the Exquisite Fan always hung on his wrist and waved it lightly; two more tornadoes rose in the center of the battlefield, ensnaring two demons attempting to escape.

There were also two Refined Demons, who were seriously injured and on the verge of collapse.

Hill left two huge gift packages of experience for the Undead Tribe.

The demons that died by Hill’s hand didn’t leave much experience for them.

Hoping they would hurry up, Hill knew as soon as he took over that several demons within the storm, heavily injured, could barely hold on any longer.

The Priests’ Holy Rain continued relentlessly. Hill carefully arranged these Ice Storms in circles around the battlefield.

The passing raindrops were all swept into them, and only occasional wails of agony came from the Refined Demons within.

In the tornado, their cries of agony only meant swallowing more ice and snow imbued with Holy Power, hastening their deaths.

The Undead Tribe gleefully finished off the two Refined Demons, and shouts rang out on the battlefield: ”Hill, throw another one out, will you?”

Hill, having controlled these Ice Storms, could certainly feel which of these ensnared demons were nearly spent. He unhesitatingly released one that was almost unconscious.

For the Undead Tribe, it made a big difference whether the final blow came from an NPC or themselves—it affected their accrual of military exploits.

Hill tried to leave these demons for the Undead Tribe; to him, as long as the demons were dead, that was enough.

Although Hill himself had killed a few, the Undead Tribe still ended up with four hefty gift packets.

William stood on the high platform, just watching, without making a move.

Hill knew he was always on guard against the God of Magic making a move.

Especially when Hill was driving the Ice Storms in circles, he felt the deep malice overhead and the tense state of William beside him.

However, that entity ultimately gave up.

Not until everything had ended did William speak in disbelief, ”Is that it? What is he afraid of? How many high-level demons does he have?

Today, thirteen died, plus one Hell Mage!

What is the God of Magic actually worried about?

That High-level soul refining demon was definitely watching all along but didn’t seem to plan on rushing over to trouble me.

Unless he was sure we could kill him or seriously injure him.”

William thoughtfully said, ”I’m not that powerful yet, am I? Could he think I could drag this out until tomorrow morning so you could use that divine talisman again?”

The Hell Mage was slaughtered so effortlessly, truly ferocious.

”Hill, are you adding layers under the sun? Why do I feel that today’s hit is much stronger than last time?”

”Does it work on a Divine Artifact as well?”

”This, does His Majesty the King have this?” Hill touched the amulet bracelet on his wrist and lifted it to show William.

Although the amulet’s skills seem to have only one, Hill felt that wearing it could increase the damage to evil, and might even enhance a Divine Artifact.

His Sun’s Blessing had indeed been enhanced too, but not as much; perhaps the evil aura here was too thick, and the Supreme God Talisman had been stimulated.

A Kind Artifact is always highly sensitive to evil; it was only natural for it to assist Hill.

Hill knew early on that the two kind-aligned artifacts he had obtained were basically those that had scattered around the world when William killed those two Gray Dwarves.

William had even more in his hands.

Although people of the Neutral Faction using these kind artifacts had to pay a price, if they were used against evil, these artifacts would minimize the penalty.

It only doubled the mana used at most, which to William wasn’t much.

Hill estimated that the artifacts in William’s hands were much more than those possessing the lower rank divine powers in the major worlds.

He didn’t know what had happened to those scattered elsewhere, nor what kind of lucky person might get their hands on one and then skyrocket to power.

Many artifacts will guide their owners on the path to divinity.

And Teraxil, slowly ascending and becoming whole again, had many empty divine positions.

Perhaps when Hill returned to Teraxil, new reflections of Divine Kingdoms and Star Thrones would rise in the sky, looming vast in the night sky.

”This amulet?” William looked at it. ”I have two. The effects of this thing are very unclear, and it says it’s only for those of a Kind Alignment, so I haven’t paid much attention. The devils are afraid of it?”

”I just thought of it. This is a Supreme God Talisman,” Hill answered slowly, ”whether Abyssal Demons or Hell Devils, including all types of Evil Gods, it can directly throw them deep into the fires underground.

When using it, you must stand on the ground.

The underground fires of this world, some of them are in the devils’ hands, I suppose?”

”He probably doesn’t want to risk being thrown into the devil’s territory by us.”

William pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, ”I remember you’re a follower of the earth?”

”Where I stand is the earth,” Hill answered unflinchingly, ”No matter where I stand, I can use this amulet directly.”

”Would you like to buy these two from me?” William suddenly looked very spirited, his eyes almost shining.

”A person can only own one,” Hill said, unmoved, ”but I could buy an extra for backup, if His Majesty the King really wants to sell it. You could name your price.”

”I’ll have to think about it,” William said, very pleased with himself.

It seemed that finally making some money off Hill kept William in high spirits as he watched the Undead Tribe rush into the Guardian City.

”In my possession, I still have Star Meteoric Iron and Mithril. And a Demi-God Artifact long sword,” Hill said softly as he landed on the platform.

William gave Hill a triumphant glance, ”I’ll carefully calculate my needs.”

Hill was speechless, how badly did William harbor their trade deficit within his heart!

Or was he counting his helplessness towards Fran as well among his tally?

But Hill still reminded, ”Spencer?”

”He has a protective type one,” William said with a smile, ”He’s not Legendary yet, one artifact’s power nearly drains him. I’ll give him something else when he is legendary.

This type of talisman is more suited for a magical profession.”

Hill nodded in sudden realization; Spencer’s armor was already a Demi-God Artifact, he indeed couldn’t handle much more equipment.

Whether it’s a Divine Artifact or a Demi-God Artifact, their usage always consumes the owner’s mana.

Not enough level, it’s difficult to even activate these equipment.

Teraxil should actually be grateful for this, Hill never thought there was anything wrong with it, otherwise the former Elven God King could have completely taken over Teraxil long ago.

His possession of so many high-grade artifacts!

Fortunately, the Elven God King was rather inefficient, able to use only one at a time.

And the lower-grade ones, although also powerful, were not unstoppable for the true Natural Deities.

William was still very concerned about his cousin: ”Even if Naven is unlucky, I can still send him to the God of Time and Space’s Divine Kingdom first. But it would still be better if he could live a normal human life happily.”

William sighed, ”The life of a person is bittersweet, but it’s best to complete a full cycle, having experienced everything in order to have no regrets.”

Whether Spencer below felt moved or not, Hill sharply heard a low murmur, ”Working in the Divine Kingdom later won’t seem better than the Mortal World.”