Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1136: Chapter 928: Lansendel’s Collection Quest

When it comes to intrigue, if Hill can think of it, then naturally Shaer has no problem.

The voice of the Lady of the Night said oddly, ”Lava Potion? It seems Latel, The Realm of a Thousand Eyes, and Frozen Wilderness can be ruled out... Truly interesting, isn’t it the small lords?

The Haber Family wouldn’t look up to themselves like that, right? Could they have caught the henchmen of some Demon Prince?

No wonder they’ve been doing stupid things all these years!”

”Why does feeding that guy Lava Potion mean it’s not those three places’ lords?” Celene asked in confusion.

”Meat marinated in Lava Potion is naturally favored by Great Demons who love meat! How would demons who haven’t tasted it be attracted?” Shaer chuckled, ”Even if you’re unfamiliar with the Abyss, you should know what demons those small lords mainly encounter on those planes?”

”Oh...” Celene said in sudden realization, ”I thought he was being so kind, even giving Adanko a Recovery Potion worth 2000 gold a bottle... This old guy is really ruthless!”

Hill sat in the pool, recalling... Frozen Wilderness needless to say, Frost Giants wouldn’t be interested in Lava Potion.

The Realm of a Thousand Eyes is ruled by Eye Demons... They eat everything but have no taste, pursuing only texture, color, and shape.

As for Latel, it belongs to the undead and liches.

The Abyss certainly has many small lords beyond these three layers, but only they are fond of stirring things up in Toril... Other Abyssal planes either have an absolute powerhouse or prefer to play in apocalyptic worlds.

Shaer mentioned these three layers partly because she encountered them frequently in the Underdark... Most demons from Toril’s underground come from The Realm of a Thousand Eyes and Latel.

And Frost Giants from the Frozen Wilderness often invade Toril... The allure of the Endless Ice Mountain is great for them.

The most important reason is that the lords there are constantly emerging, with strength comparable to Intermediate Divine Power.

Of course, it’s not Valkin we’re talking about, but rather the more battle-capable among the Intermediate Divine Power.

But Haber’s ambition is evident, not that low... A lord who treats Lava Potion as a food seasoning wouldn’t be supplied by any small territory, even in the Abyss.

Celene hesitated slightly, ”Do you mean Haber captured a Demon Lord, possibly from a certain layer?

How dare they?

Even if those plane lords are captured and their minds clouded, the Bottomless Abyss will awaken them!

Who do they think they are?”

Lansendel flapped his wings, asking with bewilderment, ”Who are you asking?

Who here can explain the mindset of a fool to you?

That’s something only those who sympathize can understand... How about you think about it yourself.”

Hill suddenly raised his head and glared at that damn Great Peacock.

Lansendel truly meant what he said... Provoking the Twin Goddesses is a serious matter for him.

Thankfully, Celene pondered for a few seconds before realizing Landsendel was calling her a fool.

After she furiously threw a Blade of the Moon, Shaer coldly interrupted the impending battle, ”It’s about to start, can you wait to finish before fighting?”

Adanko on the giant screen turned to the beside Mage for the Shadow Energy Core... He wasn’t naive enough to believe his ancestor had good intentions, just aware that the time was right for him to sacrifice a bit of mana and spiritual power to awaken this shadow Divine Artifact.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have drank that potion without hesitation.

Adanko felt they were short on manpower, stronger mages wouldn’t easily sacrifice themselves, so he was still useful.

However, the moment he turned around with a smile, he suddenly screamed... A ball of black and purple micro-light writhed and changed size as it flew out from those two large doors.

Adanko’s whole body caught fire, his hands tightly pressing on his head, and he collapsed to the ground.

”What are you doing standing there! Attack!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ quickly commanded, ”Holy Magic, whatever it is, throw it forward!

Especially that ball!

If you can’t aim, throw Holy Rain ahead!”

She hastily dug a book with a leather cover and pages no larger than a square foot out of her pocket... the exquisite green leather cover

adorned with small jade fragments, the pages appeared scarce.

But the blood-red disk Holy Emblem etched on the book told observers of its identity: Lansendel’s most devoted followers... those who once dwelled in Mis Zhunuo... before the fall of Elf City, gifted their leader Jade Danison’s Holy Scripture.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ opened the Jade Holy Scripture, and a golden light directly shot towards the Dead Moon Magic Orb.

To the Dead Moon Magic Orb, the Lord of Dawn’s radiance indeed had the power to destroy it... fortunately, the magic from the Holy Scripture wasn’t so strong yet.

Even when it directly controlled the just-returned Haber to block the radiance, the purple-black glow entwined around the Dead Moon Magic Orb dimmed noticeably.

The evil artifact angrily dragged Adanko into its body, quickly turned, and flew into the doors... before leaving, rewarded Old Haber with a sharp Arrow of Bones.

Hill turned his head to look at Lansendel in shock: ”You gave the Jade Holy Scripture to the Undead Tribe?”

”No~ just lent it to them temporarily~” The golden Great Peacock was very smug, ”They would surely run all over Toril, and having the torn pages from the Jade Holy Scripture might attract the missing ones to come back.

Anyway, hasn’t William often lent them divine artifacts too?

As long as we can reclaim them, who it is lent to doesn’t matter!”

Hill looked at the Sun Peacock in confusion... Has Lansendel stayed in Quavas for too long? Has he gone insane?

That’s like allowing the Undead Tribe to be Clerics and Priests of the Lord of Dawn without believing in him!

The gods of Teraxil and the Elf Deity System have no such need for faith, thus allowing the Undead Tribe to walk as believers under their names.

But Lansendel is known for demanding high standards from his followers!

”Don’t you think the Undead Tribe is fascinating? They haven’t proactively done anything but the fate-filled Path of Destiny in Toril suddenly has changed shape.” The peacock stretched its long neck beside Hill and said mysteriously, ”AO... how long can they endure this?

If not long, then let me enjoy this time, what’s wrong with that?”

Hill slowly turned his head towards the moonlight in the pool... this familiar tone!

No wonder these two get along well!

It was Shaer who asked a key question: ”What’s the surname of the previous owner of that Jade Holy Scripture?”

”Ah~ Elves~ definitely Great Nobility~” Lansendel said with a chuckle, ”Certainly Comanso!”

Before the Lord of Dawn could finish speaking, the ’Old Age Striking King’ — realizing the storyline was irrecoverable — stopped the impulse of the White Dragon Queen to rush through the big doors, stepping on Elvia’s tail and waved the Jade Holy Scripture to release a golden beam.

Amid the sighs of regret from the Undead Tribe, the golden light brushed past Old Habel’s cheek, rushing to the front right of the hall... the Striking King’s target wasn’t the old mage.

As a thunderous boom echoed from behind the two black doors, the stone wall hit by the beam revealed Undead Knights holding giant shields, and behind them was a Hydra with twelve heads frozen in mid-air.

This many-headed serpent never imagined that living in the Underdark, he would have such close contact with the divine power of the Lord of Dawn.

If it weren’t for the pleasant cooperation, without triggering any paranoia due to commands from the Undead Tribe, this would have been enough to kill half of him!

Even though the awakening of the Demon Lord couldn’t be avoided, the Undead Tribe had arrived.

Speaking of, the Undead Tribe had never really confronted the Demon Lord directly before... back when they hadn’t come to Toril, they only ever supported William from the sidelines.

Since coming to Toril, unless the Great Demons are competing over resources with the Undead Tribe, they don’t even want to fight them.

The demons of the Bottomless Abyss have always disliked the Undead Tribe... even in a Chaotic Faction, if things prove too much effort for nothing, they’ll give up.

Defeating the Undead Tribe only yields a bit of elemental energy.

Energy is nice, but the elemental energy constituting the Undead Tribe is all positive.

If the demons eat it, they just get diarrhea.

The Undead Tribe frantically rushed into the hall.

The voice of ’Snow Cloud Peak’ came from behind: ”Recall all White Dragons except for Elvia!

Ah! Hydra! Quick, Water Mages follow... such urgency!”

Elvia looked at the Undead Knights who were already standing in front of her, let out a gentle sigh of relief, and began to slowly retreat, preparing to return to Edna’s side... she was genuinely scared just now.

The White Dragon Queen was well aware that if she died while Edna lived, she still had a chance to transform into a Lich.

But if Edna died, both of them would be doomed.

Even thousands of Undead couldn’t beat a Demon Lord!

As she slowly moved back, the White Dragon couldn’t help but glance at the Jade Holy Scripture hugged by the Striking King... Tiamat!

She actually saw the day when Lansendel’s divine artifact didn’t even faze her!

Truly has brought honor to her ancestors.

Elvia’s mumbling brought a smile to the nervously faced Edna. She waved her hand over: ”Leon, come here!”

The Toril people of course knew that having Old Habel choose to sacrifice a blood-relative Archmage ceremony would undoubtedly be the most evil summoning... could be a demon or a devil, not even an Evil God would put up with it.

But surrounded by increasing numbers of Undead Tribe, they were reassured.

At least it wasn’t them who died first.

For Toril people who often encounter major events, even experiencing a complete obliteration, as long as they died later than others, it’s a form of happiness.