Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1143: Chapter 935

Celene saw the Undead Tribe risking their lives to catch the excitement on the giant screen and immediately stopped her endless complaints, breaking into a light-hearted laugh.

She said full of admiration, “The Undead Tribe really makes good friends!”

In this regard, the Undead Tribe is indeed even more elf-like than elves… Although Coron’s descendants inherited the gossip talents of the Father of Elves in their blood, elves are not so crazy as to risk their lives just to watch a spectacle.

Even knowing the Undead Tribe dared to do so because they wouldn’t die, Shaer, who knew more about their affairs, understood well that dying once was actually quite a blow to the Undead Tribe.

Shaer also liked to watch excitement, but such excitement must not sacrifice her interests.

Lady of the Night unusually agreed with Celene: “In this regard, you are indeed somewhat alike.

Even if you fight to the death, you have to see if others are jumping off cliffs or into the sea.”

Lansendel, however, paid no attention to what Celene and Shaer were saying. He suddenly flapped his wings and flew into the air, soaring for a circle before landing: “How strange! Why do I feel my binding suddenly weakened?

What happened? Could it be the person inside is Mystra?”

He seemed to realize he was babbling nonsense, so he laughed heartily.

However, the instant silence from the two goddesses made him hesitantly ask: “What do you mean by this?

Mystra couldn’t be, right?

If she had the ability to toy with the Abyss and mages, how could she die in her own Divine Kingdom?”

“No, she’s definitely not in there.” Celene calmly answered, “Do you think AO wouldn’t bind us?

We are just also thinking that maybe Mystra is finally willing to make an appearance?

She might even be nearby and know what happened.

If she knows everything, we naturally won’t affect her, that’s why the binding weakens.”

“Even though I can feel you are telling the truth, I still feel something is not right.” Lansendel squinted his eyes and said, “Well, never mind. It’s rare for you to have such a tacit understanding with Shaer.

Then you definitely won’t tell me, huh~ Sisterly love, after all!

Hum~ I will find out eventually.

You won’t be able to hide it for long.”

Celene chuckled twice, stubbornly holding her ground, not being enticed by Lansendel’s words to reveal the truth.

Luckily, by this time, the Undead Tribe had already stood in position at the doorway after costing hundreds of Knights’ lives.

The giant screen now showed the real situation of the inner chamber.

The inner chamber was a circular hall, divided by countless array runes into three rings.

The outermost ring, leaning against the wall, had hundreds of tall bookshelves standing, and at a distance of one meter from the bookshelves were evenly distributed experiment tables.

Unfortunately, most of the bookshelves had collapsed, with only a few books on them still visible, and as for the alchemy tables, not a single one survived, leaving only torso remains… It seems the bookshelves were more important to Haber.

They were even made of the same material as the metal door… It’s a pity that while the bookshelves weren’t destroyed, the alchemy array ensuring the books’ safety failed.

As for the rest of the decor… whatever it used to look like, now there’s nothing left but charred remains.

The middle ring was a broad passage, and a red-furred gorilla was standing on this side of the gate, angrily glaring at the person standing by the seat in the middle.

It was an exquisite stone throne, carved all around with images of giant dragons… This was the Seat of Sakoxiel that the Demon Lord had sat on for hundreds of years.

Beside the throne stood an oddly dressed fellow… It looked like a red robe, but upon closer inspection, one could see that robe was made of countless red gemstones polished into beads and strung together.

The pointy horns atop a dark red face, a thin face, as well as that tail and hooves proved his identity: a Tiefling.

“Asmodeus, huh!” Shaer suddenly spoke, “Does he have this ability?”

Hill turned his head blankly and glanced: “Toril Thirteen?”

That sorcerer gathering?

Just like Shaer said, do they have that kind of ability?

“Ah!” Elsdarhur realized suddenly, “The Toril Tieflings and that Non-deity Club from Mark City have joined forces!

What do you want to do?

Hmm… that Shattered Temple the Non-deity Club resides in used to belong to that God of Portals, right?

If so, they indeed might know something from that Dabas who betrayed the Lady of Pain.

Heh heh… those guys are like the Dabas in Mark City, knowing everything.

So… the Haber Family did some work for that Lady of Pain, got the Dead Moon Magic Orb and the Seat of Sakoxiel, intending to recruit a Demon Lord.

Hmm?

Ran into me by accident?

Heh heh~ what a coincidence!

Tieflings! Whatever you’re planning! I’ll have you all dead!”

The furious Elsdarhur’s red fur seemed to float… He felt he might genuinely be doomed.

No matter what the Haber Family did, he always thought he wouldn’t have any problems.

But Tieflings, who likewise have demonic lineage… and what’s more, Terns holding countless assets of the ancient Tiefling Empire as president of the Non-deity Club, and Asmodeus with numerous sorcerers under him… definitely have the capacity to strip something off him!

It might even make him think that it was the Lady of Pain who attacked him.

Elsdarhur had no doubt about the Tieflings’ charm power.

“Ah…” After staying silent for a long time, Asmodeus finally spoke, “What a frustrating failure… just missed it by that much.

I can’t help it either.

You were the only convenient one!

The Balghra’s bloodline is just too enviable.”

Elsdarhur tilted his head in confusion… The Abyss was full of demons linked by race like them, what was so enviable about Balghra?

The red gorilla thought for a while but still didn’t understand, so he readily waved his hand, deciding to deal with Asmodeus first and talk later.

Why not think about it after going back… don’t want to tire your brain? You can go find Dimogogan.

Don’t be misled by the Double-headed Baboon’s rashness, in fact, his intelligence is very high.

If the Demon Prince were a fool, he would’ve long been killed by that six-fingered bastard!

Elsdarhur madly surged his power, dark red light burst forth, he suddenly jumped, and the ground shook at once.

Asmodeus subtly moved his body, seemingly becoming entirely illusory… and the Moon Blade once again danced all over the sky.

The image on the giant screen suddenly disappeared… When it lit up again, it already showed the enormous body of Hydra.

It seems the one doing the live broadcast had changed.

“That Asmodeus has never left the Seat of Sakoxiel,” Celene sharply noted, “He definitely has control over that chair!

No wonder Elsdarhur didn’t dare directly rush over to attack.

He had to ensure that when Old Habel died, the Tieflings couldn’t strike first.”