Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 982: Chapter 778: The Guest Who Gives Hill a Headache

Although both the commander of the Undead Tribe and the leader of the monsters perished, the Undead Tribe, now on the right track, no longer ‘needed to listen to a dog bark’… these were the concluding words of the ‘Old Age Striking King’.

So this battle ended with a decisive victory for the Undead Tribe.

Those Decaying Angels couldn’t cause them much trouble again… If that leader over Level 30 hadn’t been completely torn apart by hundreds of space dragons, it might have had some tricks, as this creature was actually an Abyss-banished Half-Demon, and above Level 30, it would certainly have some unique Abyssal Spells.

But judging by its sneaky behavior hidden among the monster horde, it probably had those backstabbing moves… Unfortunately, it was caught by Snow Old Dog before it could even use them.

The blinding effect of the Flash Bomb lasted only fifteen minutes but resulted in a situation that the Undead Tribe girls were very satisfied with: when Snow Old Dog spoke again, he finally understood that some things shouldn’t be said lightly.

“Defensive Knights, walk slowly at the front with your shields up! Paladins, follow with Alignment Detection… It’s best to have a line of Priests follow up, addressing any gaps!

Other professions, follow behind!

It’s time to gather experience, so cherish it.

Stop at Bone Mountain… Don’t rush straight in, who knows what’s inside!” ‘Yunfeng’ shouted and then sat in his Alchemy Carriage, seemingly planning to follow at the back of the team.

He has a characteristic that might not be a virtue: in such times, he won’t compete for experience with others… After all, as the battle commander, he already has plenty of experience… But he never demands that those who have gained much from the battle refrain from competing for experience with others.

He is unexpectedly clear-headed on this matter: he can be a ‘good person’ himself, but lacks the right to demand others follow him to be saints… Not everyone finds playing games tiring, everyone desires everything.

The Undead Tribe did uncover many slain Corpse Demons that hadn’t risen… But they quickly realized why the horde of more than ten thousand monsters in front hadn’t attacked along with them: these Corpse Demons were clearly formed from humanoid beings specially tormented here, so those lower level ones weren’t planned to be summoned by the Decaying Angel leader.

As expected, when Half-Demons reach a high level, their intelligence increases; it even knew to leave a reserve force.

Hill gazed at the large screen, feeling a bit heavy as he saw monsters still bearing traces of their past: Humans wouldn’t willingly run into the underground Abyss, they must have been sold here by some slave traders.

Although he wanted to blame the Zholar or Eye Demons, Hill knew very well that those two kinds of people wouldn’t waste slaves like this.

And they don’t like to cooperate with the Undead… Considering this happened in Luskan’s Underworld, it’s clear who could be behind it.

Most importantly, Hill remembered back during the Dragon Madness, it was several winged Undead that fought against the united attacking giant dragons above Luskan… Although their master had them wear leather armor, their shapes weren’t much different from here.

“How many did they kill… So cruel!” Vila, sitting on a branch, couldn’t help but shiver, “These people are truly pitiful.”

Hill remained silent, these Slaughter Corpse Demons form through two paths: one is extremely evil people during their lifetime, whose unwillingness after death combined with darkness, finally becoming such claw-killing monsters; the other is those who felt immense agony before death, their souls twisted through pain… which requires a special environment.

The Undead Tribe might not know this was a Corpse Raising Ground, but they have formed the habit of digging and burning… The blazing flames utterly destroyed this shadowy region that the Necromancer found so rare.

At the same time, they also freed the souls trapped within the Corpse Demons, though the Undead Tribe didn’t know what they had done, the endless flames accompanied by unleashed Holy Exorcism Spells made the large screen reveal numerous large and small light spots.

“Such a pity… there’s no moonlight underground.” A gentle and melodious voice softly echoed beside Hill.

Strands of Moonlight swirled around, finally forming a graceful and elegant body: a ghostly light figure, black hair and eyes, swathed in flowing Moon Dust’s transparent white robe, emitting a faint bluish-white moonlight glow.

Hill stood up: “Beautiful Maiden of the Moon, congratulations on gathering moonlight, regaining strength.”

Suren hadn’t used this legendary Moonlight incarnation for a very long time… She had lost her Moonlight Priesthood for thousands of years.

Except for her mad form during battle, she generally manifested as a human female with slender long legs and delicate features, with long white hair, a perfect face and captivating emerald eyes.

That was her appearance while protected by Shuni, the red-haired Goddess of Love and Beauty, and Suren had consistently used it… But black hair and eyes were her true self.

Otherwise, the Maiden of the Moon’s holy emblem wouldn’t be surrounded by a ring of seven Silverstars encircling a pair of beautiful, dark human female eyes.

Suren laughed lightly: “Since I awoke, I’ve wanted to enter Toril! But alas, no opportunities… Fortunately, there’s a stable yet fluctuating space here, and my Divine Power too!”

She suddenly lifted her gaze to the sky, an annoyed expression on her face: “I’ll stay here with Hill, won’t go out, alright? Why is that old man so naggy!

I just watch the fun, won’t intervene! Won’t even touch their Teraxil Elves’ lousy Divine Artifact, alright?

“But I want to stay here! I’m not leaving!”

“The moonlight is mine again! No one can stop me from going wherever the moonlight leads!”

Hill looked at Suren with a blank face, but inwardly, he was constantly cheering for AO, hoping he would quickly take Suren away.

Although he tried to maintain his expression unchanged, his mind was like hundreds of alpacas running wild, feeling like his head was about to explode: Since there’s an understanding with William, Shaer would definitely keep an eye on this place…

Who knows whether seeing Suren regaining the Priesthood of Moonlight would drive her mad in the Shadow Realm.

The reason Suren could enter Toril using the moonlight was naturally because the Primordial Power ravaging the world now wouldn’t stop one of its creators… But what about Shaer?

Hill really couldn’t imagine the outcome: a furious Shaer charging down from the Shadow Realm, what could be done!

Whenever the two sisters fight, it’s always the people around who suffer; catastrophic doesn’t begin to describe the fate of those caught in their whirlwind… Death without a burial place is more like it!

Besides, Toril definitely doesn’t need them creating any new gods now!

“Enough talking!” Suren said nonchalantly, “Shaer wouldn’t come to trouble me!

I’m stronger than her now! She wouldn’t be foolish enough to come looking for a beating… Unless you want to send her over!

Moreover, almost the entire Shadow Realm belongs to Shaer now, she wouldn’t leave it behind for Mask! That little guy would definitely stir up trouble while she’s gone… Haha, what an adorable son Shaer has!

Right, dear Shaer~

Isn’t it frustrating to watch me joyfully play around?”

Hill was truly grateful that Suren hadn’t thanked Shaer… Whether Suren hadn’t thought about doing it or she held a subtle affection for her sister… Thanks to the heavens, she hadn’t said it.

Hill could feel the terrifying pressure condensed in the surrounding darkness, yet Shaer indeed held back, truly not crashing out from the Shadow Realm.

Apparently, Suren understands her sister’s limits well enough; the Shaer who lost the Shadow Weave absolutely wouldn’t abandon her Shadow Realm for a mere verbal dispute… The Primordial Dark Power almost kicked out all foreign residents from the Shadow Realm, the sole one occupying a bit of space is likely Mask, the God of Thievery, as Shaer’s child.

Seemingly reaching a consensus with AO, Suren gently turned to look at Hill: “You’re truly smart not to call me Suren… Seems you know about my past.

There’s no Suren anymore; I’m Celene again.”

She smiled looking at the distinctly bright silver moon in the sky: “I finally reclaimed my name.”

Hill suddenly remembered the decadent elves and humans on Toril’s satellite ‘Celene’ who reverently worship the so-called Mist Goddess, not knowing their goddess now only holds the divinity of lies left… Hill thought if this Mist Goddess dared to cling onto this divinity, she wouldn’t be far from death.

Cyric is not as kind-hearted as the past Suren.

Mist and illusion have surely returned to Celene, the misty feeling around Suren is too evident, and what glimmers on her transparent gown must be various illusions.

Celene’s Divine Power far exceeds the Goddess of Teraxil Silvermoon who blessed Hill, so those flowing illusions, Hill surprisingly saw… He didn’t know whether to be thankful he could still witness illusion effects one day.

Celene took a stroll in the garden, finally taking interest in a fountain… There originally stood a mermaid statue holding a bottle, pouring water, but now it transformed into a tranquil, cool moonlight.

She turned back to look at Hill: “AO won’t let me use this appearance now… He’s already hiding my presence from others, besides Shaer, no one else knows I’m here.

Don’t tell Coron or the deities of your world!

I just want to see what’s special about him… Hmm… Just looking.”

“That old man is too long-winded! It gives me a headache, really! It’s been so long since I’ve used this form to walk in Toril!

Oh… It’s so troublesome watching your screens from above.”

She slowly walked into the moonlight, and then that tranquil moonlight transitioned into an elusive form, like a flowing milky-white mist.