Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 582: Chapter 380: Lady of the Lost Whose Skirt Hem is Filled with Lies and Betrayal

According to the nature of devils, if their direct superior wasn’t present, even the bravest and most skilled Duke of Demons would have fled by now.

Devils do not have the conviction to persist in a battle they are bound to lose — that would be too costly!

Only sufficient benefits could make them fight desperately.

In the strictly hierarchical Hell, for these dukes, a direct superior is more terrifying than even the Lord of Hell.

But if they win the favor of this Great Monarch, even if they lose half their power, they would not die in vain, as they would always receive ample rewards.

The Demon Lord would never allow his subordinates to work for nothing like the Lord of the Abyss does; even if he exploits them cruelly, he at least allows them some small benefits.

Perhaps it was because he was certain of this that William had absolutely no interest in going to the battlefield between devils and demons, where it was already impossible for ordinary humans to survive.

Devils would even send these humans from the Evil Faction directly to the demons to be killed, letting their souls enter the River of Souls in Hell.

The greatest benefit these souls marked by devils could get was their resurrection in Hell.

Especially when the leading Duke of Demons was clearly determined to fight to the death, the devils would not leave any marked soul behind.

Hill entered the Stone Palace, curious about why William, who said they would use the teleportation array, had asked Hill to come here — could it be possible to go directly from inside the palace?

He remembered that when they passed through the Star Gate, William had entered unnoticed by any god or ghost, unlike Hill, who could only pretend to be part of the Undead Tribe.

After Hill greeted William, he once again congratulated the spirited Spencer, then unceremoniously took a seat by the window.

William couldn’t help but laugh, knowing what Hill wanted to see.

He nonchalantly controlled the Alchemy Palace as it entered the carriage again.

The noble and elegant Alchemy Carriage headed straight for the teleportation array.

Hill’s eyes widened in surprise. The carriage was surrounded by a golden Holy Light, which was not only the Divine Power of the God of Time and Space but must also include a part of the body of the God of Time and Space to stabilize the carriage so smoothly through the spatial tunnel, even carrying its massive internal space.

Moreover, this carriage and the palace inside it turned out to be a Soul-splitting Artifact!

Hill lay by the window for a long time before he could confirm that the silver thread woven net connecting the two Soul-splitting Artifacts must have been made from the hair of the God of Time and Space.

He couldn’t help but look back at William, reaffirming the significance the God of Time and Space placed on him — was William being treated like a son?

That was the hair of a god! Just a single strand could create a divine artifact, and there might be over a dozen strands here!

For deities, losing hair would not be a tragedy unless cursed by a more powerful deity.

So, cutting off their hair is tantamount to permanently losing that divine power.

Each strand of divine power takes a deity a year to accumulate — that’s no exaggeration.

Hill quietly sensed the Law Force of space emanating from the hair, a stability that Hill dearly lacked in refining spatial equipment.

Appreciating the rare opportunity, Hill cherished it.

It took just over a minute for the carriage to speed out of the spatial channel.

William stopped the carriage and went straight into the interior of the Temple of the God of Time and Space.

Although he teleported back half an hour later, the joy that he could not hide on his face indicated that the Name of God of Time and Space was probably beginning to spread through this world.

William, smiling, let the carriage continue on its way; they were about to begin a long journey.

Thanks to the Undead Tribe’s relentless pursuit of every bit of experience, the journey encountered no dangers.

Compared to the places ravaged by demons, where crazed magical beasts roamed, under devil rule, not even the souls of magical beasts were spared.

No, not even the souls of ordinary wild beasts were spared.

Hill stayed by the window, looking out at this desolate world.

He didn’t even need to mention the bizarre-looking trees; only the green-leaved, golden-flowered sunflowers scattered about brought a glimmer of vitality to the landscape.

William, with agile movements, activated the teleportation arrays in every city still inhabited.

Without the God of Time and Space in this world, the arrays could not possibly be built in the manner of opening a church. It had to be William personally doing the work.

Hill had thought he would wait until the presence of the God of Time and Space was officially recognized in this world before letting the Space-Time Priests from the Undead Tribe build churches, but he did not expect William to be so diligent this time.

The cities in the Magic Kingdom were cleared very early, so they managed to smoothly transform several of the major cities that followed.

But after entering the Kingdom of the Black Moon, it was a different story.

The Undead Tribe couldn’t even keep people locked up in Alchemy Houses in the same city; they had to take ordinary people with them as they moved on.

Otherwise, the Kingdom of the Black Moon would not have needed to spend so much time on the Undead Tribe.

After gathering people from three or four cities, they would imprison them together at intervals in the same Alchemy Camp.

After Shaer had ruled the country, she didn’t do much, she just habitually instigated, making betrayal and being betrayed the mainstream of human society.

Conspiracies, backstabbing, and schemes are activities that can only occur in darkness; the first time the Undead Tribe locked up a city of people together, it almost led to their complete annihilation.

After all, ordinary people cannot endure very long under the Power of the Sun depicted in paintings; the sincere repentance, when locked up together like this, had the most severe malignant effect.

In the end, the Undead Tribe had no choice but to partition the camp into small enclosures and then imprison the people of these cities from the Neutral Faction at intervals so even if they cursed each other, they were strangers next to each other.

Once tired of cursing, they could calm down and realize they were no better; they also were not without their own foul deeds.

And those not too evil were actually easier to manage; the previous type of ordinary resident’s town-style camp would suffice.

These individuals, emitting a faint red glow, actually got along somewhat better, as after all, few of them thought they were just slightly manipulative but fundamentally good people.

They knew they were not good, which allowed them to understand the malice of their opponents.

Although when they truly turned against each other, their actions were harsher, but those who dared to kill within were promptly eliminated, and most restrained themselves.

They still valued their own lives more.

Only time would tell whether they could be purified to neutrality, otherwise, they were likely to be imprisoned for life.

But those of the Neutral Faction, lacking the courage to kill, frequently fought each other, actually making the Undead Tribe more troubled.

William, after watching for a while, simply doubled the task reward for those Undead charged with cleaning up the aftermath of the Kingdom of the Black Moon.

The Undead Tribe all accepted it, with even no one complaining about his double standards.

After the first city, those of the Undead Tribe who dared to take on subsequent tasks in the Kingdom of the Black Moon were suspected to be either police or prison guards in their world; how else could they have the courage to manage such chaotic turmoil?

If these issues were not considered, the Kingdom of the Black Moon, though somewhat troublesome, was actually the most intact country preserved.

Shaer had no further thoughts about this world; she was just here to find the core of the Divine Kingdom and kill the devil who dared to vie with her for control of the Darkness Weave; she didn’t even plan to absorb any worship.

The number of ordinary people who could pass the painting test was twice that of the Magic Kingdom.

The devils of the Kingdom of the Black Moon, unaware that their leader had changed, only dared to corrupt and mark those greedy individuals who dealt with them.

The biggest trouble for the Kingdom of the Black Moon afterward was that after leaving the Alchemy Camp, these ordinary people couldn’t be allowed to return to their original cities. The entire city’s population had to be thoroughly scattered to ensure no issues arose.

Even several large cities near the border almost sent half of their population to the Magic Kingdom.

Fortunately, the Undead had records of everything in their tablets; their daily curses were still meticulously documented.

The Undead of the Kingdom of the Black Moon were assigned the most lucrative task ever in the Gerns World: separating past neighbors, even family and friends, and arranging them far apart in non-adjacent cities.

Even the Undead became indifferent to their surroundings.

In their words, if it were just one or two incidents, they would entertain the public as gossip; if scandals exploded from morning till night every day, it was akin to a city of crime, merely inducing disgust.

Even Hill, who was always curious, after watching the colossal screen for a while, completely lost interest in viewing it further. If it were not for the complete separation enforced by the Undead, these ordinary people would eventually plunge into evil and chaotic evil, indiscriminately attacking everyone around them.

Only those who grew up amidst lies and violence could survive.

Shaer’s impact on family, love, and friendship was truly profound.

Perhaps everyone has a bit of darkness inside, but most can control it with rationality; yet once such darkness is provoked and magnified, only hermits who never interact with others can live like humans.

The Kingdom of the Black Moon made everyone somewhat uncomfortable.

Every action taken by each person seemed to have its reason, but everyone was overwhelmed by their inner darkness over their morals and rationality.

Many of these disputes that outraged people actually started from trivial matters that were easy to overlook.

But everyone treated those insignificant issues as more severe than anything else, as if everyone were so petty that they could not tolerate even a little grievance.

Even William, who liked Shaer very much, became much quieter.

No matter how friendly the Goddess appeared to him, it couldn’t change her evil stance.

William might not become an enemy of this Goddess, but he also couldn’t continue a close friendship.

This isn’t like the novels, comics, or soap operas of the past where the charming villain still harbors kindness and those with good hearts must stay away.

William’s spirits only lifted after he left the Kingdom of the Black Moon and entered the Blood Moon Kingdom.

He was very interested to see what kind of nation Rose would manage.