Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1135: Chapter 927: Adanko the Sobering Vessel

Celene remained silent for a few seconds before gathering herself, and in a crisp voice, said, ”Ah~ Beastified People! It’s quite normal for them to be unstable. When they pray, their sincerity is palpable, I can feel their genuine admiration for the moon.

Unfortunately, Beastified People are inherently contradictory creatures.

When the moon is high in the sky, their worship is true and genuine, devoid of any greedy desires, but when the moon isn’t visible, they may transform from simple-minded animals into people with unpredictable thoughts.”

Hill remained silent... Celene is the only Main God willing to protect these Beastified People, but even those kind Beastified People who cherish her protection occasionally harbor resentment in their hearts towards the existence of the full moon.

Thus, Celene herself has long gotten used to the constant emergence of traitors among the Beastified People, yet her compassion for these little creatures has surprisingly persisted, never abandoning the Divinity of Beastified People... Of course, perhaps nobody wants to compete with her for it.

Perhaps because the beastly nature often prevails, they were the first to see Shaer and Celene as the Two Sides of the Same Coin goddesses... Maybe they were the earliest followers to sense the subtle and complex relationship between the Twin Goddesses.

Many Beastified People might also pray for shadow protection when worshipping the moon... Thus, they discovered a terrifying fact: if Celene and Shaer’s relationship truly echoed the legend that only one could survive, how could they possibly receive protection from both?

Just like Mask’s assassins and thieves, who can always leap and hide within the shadows cast by moonlight.

Even when the ’Two-faced’ sect was eradicated without mercy by both Silvermoon Priestess and Shadow Priest, down to the last chicken and dog, it re-emerged after tens of thousands of years.

It’s unclear whether they truly admire the Maiden of the Moon or if they wish for her demise.

Luckily, neither Shaer nor Celene has any interest in the other’s Divinity; otherwise, any movement of desire would cause hatred between these twins to become a contest involving interests... In that case, it really would be possible that only one could survive.

However, with the chaotic thinking of Beastified People, anything can happen.

One can only say Celene has more patience with the little creatures.

Hill looked knowingly at the flickering moonlight in the pool and took out a pen and notebook, removing the Silvermoon Werewolf Legion from the list of mercenaries they could deal with.

No wonder those lion beastified people all had to go under the protection of Griffin Mountain to survive, while there are only about a hundred werewolves in The North, yet they became renowned mercenaries... Even though those lions had stronger combat capabilities!

Hill did not suspect them, genuinely believing their strength was due to Celene’s favor.

After all, several werewolf leaders had received Celene’s Power of the Silvermoon, allowing them to transform autonomously without being affected by time and environment.

In the end, it turned out they were using moon shadows with their front paws and pinching shadows with their hind paws... And it’s not even Shaer’s shadows.

Quite capable indeed.

However, it seems Celene, who is completely unaware, is even more adept!

Shaer coldly said, ”You have already reclaimed your lost Divinity, yet you still refuse to give up the Beastified People? Those calculating creatures, do they have any value for you to persist?”

”Everything happening now hasn’t touched my limits.” Celene mused for a while before saying softly, ”Back then, only the images of these Beastified People within my moonlight were the most genuine.

They may think chaotically and even be disloyal, but I’ve seen too much... Human life is full of sadness and joy, even the most tragic humans have moments of smiles in their lives.

But many Beastified People may never understand happiness until their Soul returns to the Styx.

So I understand their vacillation and darkness.

Those unfortunate children lack even a refuge for their Soul; to them, Silvermoon is an existence they both love and hate,

They can only warm each other, yet some of the same kind, before being completely abandoned by their blood relatives, always choose to betray their peers... When despair sets in, most peers no longer accept them.

Beastified People always live amidst betrayal, as pitiable creatures.

I cannot hold it against them.

Besides, shouldn’t I not only see those who betray?”

Sun Peacock’s spread wings remained stiff for a long time before slowly moving to Hill by the pool with an awkward gait: ”Ah~ Hill~ I surely am on Toril, right? Not fallen into Quince’s Illusory Realm?

Are these two really discussing Silvermoon’s future?

Could it be someone has devoured her sister and is performing here?

No way~ if one of them dies, Toril couldn’t possibly be so calm... Even Mystra’s death would spark a grand fireworks display!

Hmph...”

Great Peacock carefully conjured a small fireball, testing one of his claws into it: ”Doesn’t hurt~ perhaps I am trapped in a nightmare Illusory Realm?”

A Silvermoon scimitar and a black whip simultaneously struck the tactlessly speaking Lord of Dawn... Why put up an act there?

Lansendel had descended only after meeting with AO, as if he wouldn’t suspect he was in an Illusory Realm, how ridiculous!

Daring to use such a tone to tease them... Lansendel the foolish beast!

Sun Peacock’s magnificent tail spread open with a ’swoosh’, two tail feathers flew out directly, blocking the joint attack of the Maiden of the Moon and Lady of the Night.

He looked back solemnly twice: ”Ah~ I was wrong. I can’t fight anymore~ I only have five feathers left to use~

Gotta save them to blow up the Haber.

Forget it, a good man doesn’t fight with a woman!”

Sitting in the pool hugging the crystal flower, Hill suddenly felt a chill all over... If these three really started fighting, could he handle it?

”Don’t worry, Hill.” Celene might have sensed Hill’s despair and spoke soothingly, ”Even if the floating castle blows up, we’ll protect you first~”

”Shut up,” Shaer said coldly. ”The floating castle won’t blow up. Lansendel, add another layer of protection to the castle!”

The Sun Peacock tilted its head to look at the shadow, then peered at the moonlight. The golden light swirled around on its spread tail feathers... then slowly merged into the land beneath its claws.

Hill could only smile wryly: ”Truly grateful for the blessing of the Lord of Dawn.”

Lansendel nonchalantly waved a wing: ”Mainly, I thought about it and wondered if I would provoke Shaer, or anger Celene.

Then, in my mind, the words ’of course’ came up.

So I can’t let my friends down!

You don’t have to worry too much, if I finish off that Haber, and there are any feathers left, they’ll all go to your castle!

In the future, your castle will surely be the safest place in all of Toril~”

Hill pulled a helpless smile... Could your war of three please not include my name?

”Eh?” Celene called out, ”That Adan is awake.

Such bad luck! Why wake up so early?

Awful, why hasn’t the Undead Tribe arrived yet?

Shaer, are your Chosen just a bunch of heads for nothing?”

On the big screen, the Undead Tribe was actually quite anxious.

The Earth Mage was cooperating with the tense Hydra with its twelve heads, clearing the passage... although Long Saddle Town blew up, the area where the Undead Tribe was located was fine, except for a few unlucky ones who happened to stand at the right wall, the rest just got a layer of dust.

This truly has to thank the last trip to the Underdark... to prevent a few Purple Worms from bursting out from above or below and making intimate contact with them, the Earth Mage of the Undead Tribe was reinforcing the path as they went.

So only the right wall, which bore the brunt of the impact, collapsed... the Undead Tribe was laughing all the way... picking up bodies while mocking the unlucky ones who chose poorly.

After all, a 10-meter-wide passage between two thick stone walls, choosing the right side if you’re not an Earth Mage, might as well try your luck with a lottery when you go back~

Even Old Dog had no issues! Except for being covered in dust.

As for the Hydra... a physical explosion was nothing more than a tickle to the cloaked multi-headed snake shrouded in black smoke, it merely got startled, and then fell into a rage due to the collapse ahead.

If it weren’t for ”Snow Cloud Peak” arranging an Earth Mage to help in time, this guy might have started digging with a mouthful of swords.

For the Followers of the Night, even as Chosen, failure to complete the task assigned by Shaer could be life-threatening!

The former laziness had completely disappeared from this Hydra.

If it weren’t for ”Snow Cloud Peak” letting him watch on a tablet... the Haber family was clearly slacking off.

Then they told him that they just need to dig another two kilometers, and they can officially join the battle, and over there, the Undead Tribe would make sure to leave him the Shadow Energy Core... Snow Old Dog confidently told Hydra: even if they let the leader go, they would certainly keep the one holding the Shadow Energy Core!

That finally calmed the raging multi-headed snake, making it choose to dig with long swords rather than bashing directly with its heads.

Even so, the snake had its twelve heads spinning like a wind fire wheel.

Lansendel was also captivated by this Hydra, his few feather quills suddenly opened, and he said excitedly, ”Eh~ is this Shaer’s type? Works so hard!”

”The Lady of Darkness always likes capable servants!” Hill said firmly... this troublemaker is asking for it!

Now is not the time to mention William... Hill glanced at the moonlight with the corner of his eye, hoping Celene’s mouth could hold off a bit longer.

”Tsk~” Lansendel’s claws began pacing on the ground again, ”Hill, you’re such a boring child! Who knows how long they’ll dilly-dally?

Can’t even find themselves some fun.”

”Probably soon.” Hill pointed at Adan, who was now standing, with a grateful yet confused expression, and downed the potion from Old Habel.

That was a Lava Potion, which although could accelerate the recovery of spiritual power and mana, had a strong sulfur smell, many Great Demons mixed it with alcohol to drink.

Old Habel really thought it through! Even arranged a detox for the Demon Lord.