Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1151: Chapter 943: William About to Become Famous

Edna understood why Lansendell would come to her side.

Compared to the terrifyingly cold atmosphere between those two silent goddesses, this hall filled with the enthusiastic support of the Undead Tribe was certainly more to the liking of this attention-seeking Great Peacock.

Edna actually admired Celene… beneath that freezing aura, the silhouette in the moonlight remained composed, even waving and smiling at the Undead Tribe.

It’s imaginable how strong the Moon Maiden’s heart must be.

Edna turned her head and thought for a moment, then glanced at the Sun Peacock lying at her left front… Even a famed brave heart like Lansendell couldn’t handle such a scene; it’s quite normal that she lacks the courage.

She felt that even if she managed to recover all her soul shards, she would still end up like Lansendell, dazing in a corner.

This half-hour felt so long that Edna thought a day had passed.

She indeed had several thoughts about leaving in between, but even the believers of Bane and Rose stood stubbornly in the corner, watching the spectacle without blinking!

None of Shaer’s Chosen opted to leave after hearing the startling revelation, including Hydra… though Edna suspected they simply didn’t know what to do.

It’s hard to pretend not to hear such words… but this is the first time in tens of thousands of years that their Main God has been moved!

Just thinking about it is terrifying, isn’t it?

Now Hydra watches with his twelve heads that don’t share a single expression among them… he seems to be imagining William’s form through observing the Undead Tribe.

But it seems the more he observes, the more foolish he looks.

Edna smirked… hoping Hydra wouldn’t be foolish enough to directly question the Undead Tribe, or else he might either tie himself into knots until he dies, or be thrown into the Shadow Realm by his own goddess until he dies.

With a sigh, Edna felt that with Rose and Bane watching, leaving would mean losing.

And even though others are still oblivious, Shaer and Celene, standing there dazed, know who she is… Edna sincerely doesn’t want to show weakness in front of them.

The girl lowered her head with a grin: she actually has some common traits with that one… being overly concerned about face while enduring pain.

Knowing those two are watching the spectacle she won’t choose to flee.

Especially with Shaer, Edna just doesn’t wish to appear too weak in front of the former master of the Shadow Weave when recalling those past memories.

Fortunately, the half-hour only slowed in her perception, and she didn’t truly fall into a time rift… as the Dead Moon Magic Orb and the Seat of Sakuxier simultaneously unleashed a cold, eerie light.

From the throne Shaer sat on, blade-like edges suddenly emitted, stirring whirlwinds in the air, all rushing towards Shaer.

A clear beam of moonlight directly blocked the necromantic force unleashed from the Dead Moon Magic Orb.

A rosy light suppressed the darkness seething beneath the Seat of Sakuxier at its chair legs.

Shaer coldly chuckled as the cloak formed by the Shadow Force rose directly skyward, effortlessly catching those sharp-edged blades.

Indeed, Lady of Pain’s power is formidable… everyone could witness the blade light slicing through the cloak.

Shaer’s left hand firmly held onto the Dead Moon Magic Orb, entirely disregarding the duel on it between moonlight and necromantic force, while her right hand swung a long whip… when Astimus suddenly turned into smoke, the blades accelerated… yet the light of these rapidly spinning blades grew dimmer under the whip’s lashes.

“Celene,” Shaer called.

A luminous lump of moonfire, milky white, flew directly from the moonstone’s light, like a dollop of cream, into the dark cloak.

The night cloak formed by the Shadow Force spun like a whirlpool… the moonfire stretched itself into thin threads, carefully stitching the cloak that the blades were about to destroy.

The primordial chaos power created by the Moon Maiden and Lady of the Night together wasn’t something the minuscule force left in the divine artifact by Lady of Pain could resist.

Shaer slightly turned her head, the Night Whip waved again, with each lash, the silver blades within the cloak turned black.

Edna watched with her eyes wide open… she finally understood what Lansendell meant by severing the hand Lady of Pain stretched into Toril.

Shaer’s willingness to cooperate with Celene once was to completely obliterate Lady of Pain’s soul force… even if that lady still had other plans within Toril, the primordial chaos power was enough to leave her powerless.

Unless Lady of Pain was willing to recall this force and provoke AO… but that’s simply impossible.

Edna wasn’t foolish; she could tell from Lansendell’s behavior that although Lady of Pain followed a different path from AO, they were actually of the same kind.

Both tried to find new routes through creation.

And AO, who had already opened up numerous worlds, was evidently much stronger than Lady of Pain, who was still exploring her ways… even if AO often disregarded these external forces extending their hands into Toril, if he cared, Lady of Pain certainly wouldn’t dare confront him earnestly.

Edna displayed a bit of a bitter smile… though she felt that today held so many moments of her being dumbfounded, what choice does she have?

It was clear that anything related to her was something that AO would not allow those foreign forces to meddle with.

The Haber family was like the chicken that he threw out to serve as a warning to others.

And the red buttocks of the monkeys exposed during their escape, being lashed by AO’s beloved daughter, was just their unlucky fate.

Edna looked up at the slightly visible corner of the crumbling castle overhead: This group of chickens—the Habers—would soon cease to exist.

Whether it was the legacy of Black Eye or those fragmented memories, Edna understood… those possessing Haber blood, who followed the main branch and studied dark magic and necromancy, had no survival path left.

And as for the rest, whether they learned orthodox spells or like Marko who studied white spells… changing their names and starting anew was their only way out.

The Haber family, which had existed for millennia on the Ferun Great Land, would no longer bear this surname from now on.

Marko would remain only Marko… Luskan wouldn’t allow him to continue staying, and Kelben… well, Kelben was probably left incapable of taking care of himself.

The archmage from the kind alignment would likely need to seek refuge in Shadow Valley.

“It’s over.” Lansendel shook his feathers and stood up, “Sigh~ this time Shaer has profited immensely!”

Edna gave him a quick, nervous glance, then immediately lowered her head and spoke rapidly, “Elvia, retreat! Quickly!”

After the important matter concluded, the Sun Peacock indeed did not let Edna’s caution go to waste, happily continuing, “Got two divine artifacts, even a subartifact, and found herself a little lover. Tsk tsk, she’s a lucky woman.”

He turned to look at the Undead Tribe, “Isn’t her little lover quite handsome? Compared to Hill, how does he fare? Who’s more handsome?”

Unfortunately, none of the undead by the wall wanted to chat with him, as they all panicked and fled backward… that terrifying Whip of Shadows was already sweeping down from above!

While fleeing, Elvia pulled along Leonard, who had been in a continuous state of shock… as for the humans, they didn’t dare to stand at the forefront from the beginning.

“Run! Head straight up the passage!” Edna’s voice nearly broke from shouting.

Devis and Luca, without hesitation, followed after them with their people.

“Ahhhh!” The released voices of the undead were left only with screams, “It’s going to collapse!”

Elvia, with her head down and madly dashing, angrily screamed, “You blocking bastards! Leave me a takeoff path~”

“What a dream, Elvia!” The undead running in front of her still had the luxury to reply, “Didn’t you see Hydra at the very front?

You’re likely to crash right into him!”

“Tsk~ It’s his master who’s gone mad, yet he’s the one running the fastest!” Elvia grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Edna looked back at Leonard, who was grabbing onto Elvia’s scales for leverage, “Leon, snap out of it! How many times have you bumped into the walls?

If it comes down to it, come up here! Given the sudden occurrence, Elvia won’t blame you.”

The half-elf looked up in a daze, “Bumping into a few walls keeps me awake. Haha~ The divine system knowledge taught by the Magic Tower is just BS!”

Edna was speechless.

What could she say?

Most deities of Toril probably don’t know as much as you?

“It’ll be alright once we reach Agleya.” She finally managed to offer a comforting word.

Already on Elvia, Josanie was quite cheerful, “Oh my~ Leon, with all we’ve seen today, once we get back to Lost Peak, we can talk about it for a hundred years!”

Edna smiled helplessly… by the time you get back to Lost Peak, including my tale, it could be a thousand years, couldn’t it?

In the Floating Castle, Hill finally emerged from the pool, dumbfounded as he watched the rapidly unfolding events… let alone the impact these three had collectively on the Toril people, William likely couldn’t hide anymore, could he?

Who knows how many Toril Gods were poking their heads around the boundary of the Teraxil Universe.

Fortunately, once the world was complete, only two paths remained to enter Teraxil… the Elemental Realm and that spiral vortex made up of countless small stars. Their Star Gate was, in fact, established through that vortex.

Thinking back to that vortex, Hill always had a peculiar feeling: it was a hole poked by the roots of the World Tree crossing the Crystal Wall.

Compared to the leaky Toril, Teraxil was quite safe… if it hadn’t been severely attacked at its early stages, it wouldn’t have been so pitiable.

Hill let out a gentle sigh, then immediately broke into a grin wide enough almost to reveal his gums… that wretched William, serves him right for his misfortune, let him be unlucky for a couple more years.

No matter how Hill felt about Shaer, seeing William favored by a beauty still rubbed him the wrong way.