Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1000: Chapter 795: If Words Fail, Fists First

Shaer and Celene seemed unconcerned about Helderstal making a mistake; their conversation was relaxed.

Or rather, in the eyes of these two goddesses, Shaer’s Chosen could never lose to Rose’s maids… those artificially created beings with twisted wills, how could they possibly contend with the dark conspiracy… Essentially the so-called illegal cult… the absolute leader of it.

Hill observed for a while and felt that if Rose did not take action personally, this Wax Melt Demon indeed had no more room for struggle… The smoke pillar that was always near the cave’s ceiling and sides had already been drawn to the open area by those erratically flying petals.

It seems that on the Toril side, there’s always a legend that as long as a wisp of smoke dust of the Wax Melt Demon escapes, it can turn back into a Black Widow Spider after devouring enough flesh and blood… Once it returns to Rose’s Spider Magic Net, they still have a way to become Wax Melt Demons again… On Rose’s spider web, there is not only flesh and blood, but also enough Zholar Guards for them to utilize, after all, they have inherited talents from the Succubus.

Hill quietly kept this information in mind… although Rose might not necessarily target him, he must still be prepared to encounter a Wax Melt Demon.

As long as one is a descendant of Coron, they must always be prepared for a spider attack when traveling… Previously, Rose could ignore Hill, considering his identity as a native of Teraxil and even having a vendetta against the Elven God King, but if her plans fail this time, Hill doesn’t know whether this Spider Queen will vent her anger on him who witnessed it all… At this point, Coron’s bloodline is the best excuse.

Hill felt his future would surely be more dangerous than William’s, who was actually involved in this affair, so he must be cautious.

The green smoke cloud on the giant screen expanded larger and larger, even the playful Undead Tribe had retreated to a very distant place… Joking around is fine, but if overdone, it can escalate to family feuds among the Undead, so clan leaders wisely cleared a path for retreat in time.

Though its influence was vast, the smoke dust visibly thinned… Even if the Wax Melt Demon wished to retract, it could no longer do so instantly… Her arrogance naturally met its deserved end.

A thousand petals suddenly recombined into a black Thousand Petal Lotus, the rapidly spinning flower dispersed black shadows quickly… Shaer’s most expert spell, the Dark Sky, swiftly turned most of the cave into complete darkness, obscuring the sky and sun.

Exclamations from the Undead Tribe rang out incessantly, even those who retreated 2000 meters away had their vision obscured.

“What is this! I can’t see!”

“So dark! I need light!”

“God said let there be light!… Eh, I can’t cast the Dance of Light Spell!”

“None of my spells are working!”

“Sunlight Art doesn’t work either.”

“Is this the Great Silence Spell?”

“%￥& Damn amazing!”

Hill silently lowered his eyes: William must have completely blocked out Shaer’s name.

Whether it’s Shaer or Celene’s Chosen, if they use such Divine Arts that almost manifest their Main God, like Moonlight and Nightfall, they actually don’t need the Weave… Primordial Power will directly respond to their summons.

To break through such Divine Arts, which are almost fundamental to Toril, one must have mastery of a sufficiently high Law… If it’s a spell used by their Chosen, Hill’s Tri-Elemental Spells of Earth, Water, and Wind could still break it, but if Shaer or Celene personally intervened, Hill could only bet on Earth’s love for him… Even escaping would be challenging.

A mere Demigod Level Wax Melt Demon doesn’t possess that capability.

So Hill could only frown and listen to the haunting wails… Soul Screaming was the Wax Melt Demon’s last resistance, but alas, neither the Undead Tribe nor the Shaer priests hidden in the dark felt anything.

In the endless darkness, a yellow light suddenly flashed by, and Shaer chuckled smugly, then softly said after a few minutes: “Bang!”

The black curtain obscuring everyone’s view on the giant screen instantly dissipated… Left on the ground was only the slowly dissolving Wax Melt Demon.

The Thousand Petals in One Night and Shaer’s Priestess were nowhere to be found.

“Did it succeed?” Celene asked curiously.

“Rose is quite clever.” Shaer answered indirectly, “The place where the Wax Melt Demon teleported back turns out to be at the very bottom of their Purple Crystal Tower.

What a pity, only two delivered into the Shadow Realm… Though the tower underneath linked to many dimensional spaces on the spider web, the Zholar residing there aren’t that many, just a few hundred thousand… What a shame, half of the Shadow Charms in the Shadow Realm were killed by Primordial Darkness, thought it could replenish more!”

“No other locations?” Celene asked, unconcerned, “I remember she has many small worlds!”

“Let me see… Oh, Carlsty’s small world got dragged in.” Shaer answered her sister with a friendly demeanor, showing that the result was much better than she expected, “It’s just a pity that place is mainly Goblins, Gnomes, and Trolls, not many Elves.

Those entering the Shadow Realm have their souls directly dispersed, can’t be turned into Shadow Charms.”

“Is the Shadow Realm’s breach sealed?” Celene suddenly asked.

“A Thousand Petals in One Night has returned to my hands,” Shaer said softly, “if that’s what you want to know… and luckily, it replenished a considerable amount of Soul Force.”

“Is Mask still alive?” Celene changed the subject directly.

“What kind of alive?” Shaer sneered, “Perhaps alive…”

Hill listened to their exchange without a word… It seemed friendly, but hidden dangers still lurked beneath.

Shaer didn’t mind telling Celene about the previous damage because she was confident that A Thousand Petals in One Night could bring back a massive amount of shadow force from the Spider Magic Net this time.

But after replenishment was complete, any remaining breaches she certainly wouldn’t disclose… Celene would have to guess on her own whether there were any or not!

As for Mask, who was born when Shaer was severely wounded… she had been trying to reclaim the divinity that the God of Thievery took away.

As long as this guy is alive, he has to share the power of the Shadow Realm with Shaer, which is completely different from those deities born from the past conflicts between her and Celene. This is part of Shaer’s original dark power that Shaer least wants to distribute.

Yet despite Mask’s deranged mind, completely at odds with normal people… his intelligence is not lacking. He caused so much trouble and is still alive, not allowing himself to be easily devoured by Shaer.

The biggest reason Mask made so many holes in the Shadow Realm is that he could escape from Shaer’s grasp at any time.

Celene persistently asked, “His end wouldn’t be worse than Ebrandor’s, would it? After all, that big lizard is still floating in the Stellar Realm.”

Shaer laughed coldly, “You can try looking for him! Mask’s followers are still doing quite well!”

The Moonlight transformed from Celene couldn’t help but flicker, then burst into silver bell laughter: “Looks like Mask still got away! You see, he knows you, his ‘mother’, so well!”

Hill quickly lowered his head… The black shadow swiftly soared, colliding directly with the moonlight.

Celene sure knows how to strike at Shaer’s weak spot!

The black shadow and the white moonlight intertwined into a black-and-white twist under the moon… and then simultaneously vanished with a loud boom.

Hill stood up and quietly walked over: five black-and-white intertwined Crystals appeared in the pool, golden threads twinkling quietly within… each contained powerful chaotic forces… Should he be grateful that these two used avatars with the lowest level of Divine Power, so a New God wasn’t created right here?

Hill exhaled heavily with a heavy heart… He genuinely doubted that unless AO exercised caution, these two would be back again.

Having one arrive was no big deal; Hill thought he could handle it. But having both appear at once was truly overwhelming… In the end, friendly interaction always led to a battle… There was no way Shaer would tolerate Celene’s sharp tongue.

But making Celene shut up… Hill looked up at the sky. Even her father AO could only choose silence, so what could a Half-Elf like him, not even yet of adult age, do?

Hill gritted his teeth… As long as he wasn’t caught in their dispute, he’d rather admit to being a ‘snot-nosed Little Bear.’

“Sir,” List interrupted Hill’s gritted contemplation, “Mr. Lynn asks if you have time to see him… the war abruptly ended, and those controlled Goblins also scattered and fled… Though now he’s planning to escort the White Dragon back to the mountain.”

“Hmm?” Hill’s thoughts returned to reality, finally hearing the disgruntled wails of the White Dragons… they seemed to enjoy the game of chasing Goblins, pleading with Lynn to play a bit longer.

“Let them play until dawn and then head back,” Hill waved, “Tell Lynn it’s okay to leave it to the Murderous Vine, and he can come up directly!”

The green bracelet hanging on Hill’s wrist flashed a glimmer in the moonlight.

“Yes, sir.”

Hill thought for a moment and still took out two palm-sized round boxes crafted from Space Crystal and Aurora Colored Steel: a branch of pink cherry blossoms bloomed brilliantly on the indigo box, its edges decorated with petals dancing in the wind.

This glittering metal, Aurora Colored Steel, would automatically repair any damage, making it perfect for armor; however, its color is pink and indigo.

Hill simply did not have the courage to turn this into armor… Even if someone else wore it, he couldn’t bring himself to create it.

So, in the end, they became the Thousand Machinations Box: each petal, when pressed, indeed revealed a small space too.

Hill placed the crystals into the two boxes separately, finally safely storing the solitary one in his pendant.