Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1167: Chapter 958: Rose, Someone Worthy of Admiration

The battlefield underwent an unimaginable transformation… The steel dragons, which Shaer had been vigilantly guarding against, fell into internal strife.

However, Shaer probably would rather face those dozens of dragons now.

She sat quietly in the chair, staring at the giant spider across the muddy pond… Tsk, have some guts and jump over here if you can!

What are you doing standing there stupidly?

The Undead Tribe didn’t come in large numbers, but there were a few hundred riding on even larger wild boars that charged over.

They were expressionless, no, their expressions were fixed in the same mode… Shaer recalled William saying that it’s when the undead tribe suppresses their sensory nerves to the lowest level.

Probably even what they see in front of them becomes a blur.

It’s really… enviable in a rare way!

Shaer quietly put on the hood of her Night Cloak and added a black velvet veil over her face… Thanks to Villon, she remembered that veils don’t have to be silk.

Although Celene has added the Power of Purification to each pig, and Teraxil’s wild boars have always had high poison resistance, as hosts, the Black Rose Family still wouldn’t be so confident.

Even if these pigs could eat and reproduce, and could bankrupt them at any moment, forcing them to send piglets to the family, they raised them from piglets to their current unruly state… Anyone who dares to speak ill of their pigs would be an enemy for life.

Yet, they also know that when they can frolic in the muddy pond, their adorable pig babies definitely won’t remember they have owners on their backs.

So apart from the few older owners whose pigs have developed immunity to the muddy pond, everyone else gave up on following behind their own pigs.

This means that almost all the undead tribe worthy of representing their pigs and coming here are the earliest members… The tens of thousands of pigs here are almost all descendants of the big pigs they once rode.

If they couldn’t shut off their sensory systems, these people would probably prefer to give up the chance to earn this money… Celene is really willing to pay, but money isn’t always that important.

Hundreds of undead tribe members rode tall wild boars, surrounding a few family managers holding oil paintings, slowly patrolling the muddy pond.

The giant slug, after hovering around the outskirts of the pond for a while, suddenly sprang up, trying to attack the boar herd in the pond.

However, its action was immediately halted by the almost relentlessly splashing puddles of mud… The giant slug frantically wiggled its body, flinging foul-smelling mud everywhere.

The black spider nearby swiftly danced with its legs, deftly dodging every mud splatter.

“Ah… I never thought you actually understood what filth is! Rose.” Shaer’s somewhat low voice echoed faintly… It seems her Divine Power-consolidated velvet veil has a bit of voice-changing effect.

“Hiss…” The giant spider had no intention of speaking human language, simply darting swiftly around the muddy pond towards Shaer.

When it was several hundred meters away from Shaer, the giant spider abruptly leapt into the air, spraying out a mass of webbing that formed a thick black rope and viciously whipped at the Seat of Sakuxier where Shaer sat.

The purple-red slug being attacked by the boar herd suddenly vanished.

The boars looked around in confusion, with some of the more temperamental ones almost charging towards where the giant spider was… Fortunately, managed by the owner of their ancestors, they restrained their impulse after several scoldings.

The mission of the Black Rose Family seemed confined to this part of the muddy pond.

Hill looked attentively and noticed the figure of ‘Hard Wind’, due to the custom-made armor, so even if the boar he rides and the leisurely sow next to it are slightly larger than the other big boars surrounding them, it’s not that noticeable.

‘Hard Wind’ was not holding an oil painting but was vigilantly observing the surrounding… From the slightly more lively expression in his eyes, it seems this gentleman, who has accompanied the Duke for many years, hasn’t lowered his senses to the minimum.

As the thick black web rope of the several-story-high black spider slowly surfaced, a thick swirling purple mist appeared on it, gradually expanding into a cloud spanning 3 meters, with a large golden eye in the center.

It appears that Gunnard has indeed been devoured by Rose, barely having any resistance… Otherwise, he couldn’t have emerged directly from Rose’s web incarnation, so this slug, if still barely alive, would soon accompany the other deceased deities in the Stellar Realm.

Shaer was genuinely a bit troubled this time.

Rose’s attempt to disgust her with Gunnard has actually failed… Such a foul toxic muddy pond is not something even this mud god could easily recreate.

Shaer also understands why Celene sought help from the undead tribe… The Maiden of the Moon isn’t afraid of this poison, but she doesn’t want to smell the stench.

If the undead tribe wasn’t available to help, her sister might as well flee back to the Divine Kingdom.

Shaer has no doubt about Celene’s feelings towards her… In this situation, it’s minimal.

Luckily, the most troublesome place has been resolved by the undead tribe, tsk, Rose was actually a female elf?

No wonder she fell… Isn’t the best virtue of elves their cleanliness?

Shaer couldn’t help but mumble as her imagined solo battle against the Three Gods turned into this awkward scene in front of her due to Rose’s shamelessness… Any arrogance or presence completely shattered before that foul-smelling muddy pond.

She even hoped to use this incident to establish a new image… But now, which deity watching from outside would still think it wouldn’t be easy to provoke Shaer?

More like fearing Rose.

Shael was extremely displeased.

Thankfully, she only had to deal with the alliance of Rose and Gunnard right now, without worrying about being dragged into combat in a muddy pond by those two.

However… Shael directed the Seat of Sakoxiel she was riding to skillfully evade the long, purple, smoke-filled rope… Her scheming was perfect, except for this last step, but what if she didn’t want to continue?

Even when hearing the spider’s ‘cackle cackle’ laughter, Shael was reluctant to allow that rope to touch the chair she was sitting on… She intended to use it later!

To let something so stinky, dirty, and stupid as Gunnard touch it, Shael was genuinely worried she wouldn’t want to use it anymore!

Despite the promise to refrain from using it lightly, Shael didn’t want it entirely unusable!

After all, there must be a deterrent!

Now, she could only consider Kalinsan’s Ancient Night Temple… Putting this chair in the labyrinth to trap Amanata’s subordinates might be the only way to make use of it.

Sigh!

Truly, when faced with something without intelligence, no amount of scheming can avoid issues.

“Gah gah gah gah~” Lansendel on the Floating Castle almost laughed like a big white goose.

Hill silently watched the unrestrained Lord of Dawn… Sigh, those who completely lose control of their emotions truly live happier lives!

Seeing Shael in such a rare dilemma, shouldn’t he want to laugh?

Unfortunately, he still had his sanity.

“So, Shael did have some plot with that chair!” After laughing enough, the Sun Peacock flapped its wings cheerfully, saying, “I didn’t expect it to attract Gunnard.

This amusement… enough to laugh until Mystra falls again next time.”

Hill looked at the indiscreet Lansendel in shock… Though Mystra indeed has fallen several times, is it really okay to speak like this?

That person has not yet returned! And you’re already cursing their next time!

The Lord of Dawn wasn’t aware of Hill’s shock, merely tilting his head and saying, “Shael probably can’t endure for long.

But this time, I fear Rose will become her eternal enemy~

Tsk tsk, that chair, Celene and I only managed to make her promise not to use it unless necessary. I’m actually quite worried Shael will exploit loopholes!

But Rose, really did a big favor!

Later on, the promotion orders for the Night Cloak might not be about assassinating Celene’s priests and high-level followers, but rather eliminating those Zholar worshiping Rose!”

Hill hesitantly said, “The Lady of the Night hasn’t tasked the Night Envoy with killing the Maiden of the Moon’s followers for several years now.”

Lansendel chuckled twice: “But her followers must inevitably have a relentless enemy.

The assassins in the shadows can’t willingly become the dancers in the moonlight.

They still need to remain in the shadows.

Shael must be aware of this.”

Hill raised an eyebrow… After discovering Shael’s relationship with William, this Lord of Dawn surely hadn’t been sleeping without a care! He considered so many things.

“Damn Rose!” Shael suddenly shouted angrily, leaping up and leaving the Seat of Sakoxiel, which had been touched by the purple smoke, to the long rope woven from spider silk.

The black spider smugly waved its two forelimbs, swiftly retracting the rope stuck to the stone throne… Gunnard had already detached from the rope, transforming into a deep black-purple smoke, spreading larger and larger.

Then a massive body emerged from the smoke… A giant treant with more than ten purple tendrils stood on its hind legs appeared in the original place.

Hill couldn’t help swallowing, watching the monster waving its long tendrils, each tens of meters long, with tooth-like hollow barbs embedded, and suddenly genuinely admired Rose.

For one who loved exploiting female capital like her to so effortlessly devour such a thing! And she used it quite comfortably.

Many who claimed they weren’t afraid of filth, stench, or hardship were not so ruthless!

At least he certainly couldn’t do it… Hill turned to look at Lansendel, who treasured his golden feathers… Although shameless, the Lord of Dawn definitely couldn’t do that.