Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1168: Chapter 959: Dawn Doesn’t Want to See You

Shaer was stunned.

Of course, she knew Gunnard had this state of a Treant, after all, among his followers, the only one considered to have any peak of intelligence was this creature, the rest were all mere basins.

And even this meager intelligence had been almost entirely obliterated because Gunnard was too busy sucking up to Rose, leading to him being set back by the black spider.

Otherwise, Gunnard wouldn’t have declined from an Intermediate Divine Power that could impersonate Abyssal Lord Jubilex and the Ancient Elemental God to a lower rank.

In fact, some Demon Lords also wanted to catch him, like the Eye Demon… if these bottom-dwelling creatures of the dark world followed, they could really be useful for new Eye Demons who needed help handling things.

Although the Eye Demon Lords even killed their own children, they would consider how to hide when their children, who resemble them, are hunted by other Eye Demons.

Sludgy creatures and snails are disgusting, but the Eye Demons don’t care.

Yet, even under the pursuit of so many powerful Eye Demon Lords, Gunnard always hid well… so he was caught by Rose again, probably because this mud god wasn’t dead.

Truly a wasted death.

It’s strange, though, how does a Lesser Divine Power in the Slime Elemental Plane feel such desire for Rose, that giant spider?

Isn’t the Succubus attractive? At least they all wield whips.

But… isn’t Rose the one controlling Gunnard now?

This thing, although slightly resembling the true form of a Wax Melt Demon, truly stinks!

No different than a latrine that’s accumulated filth for millennia.

Shaer could hardly imagine Rose would let her Divine Soul fall onto this thing!

She slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth, and with a gentle wave of her left hand, she summoned a massive figure from Agleya City: “Block him!”

Twelve heads… keen sense of smell, using serpent heads to discern scents… Hydra, upon entry, collapsed over there, starting to vomit: “My… My lord… my… heads… many… argh!”

“Shut up!” Shaer coldly scolded, then waved her hand, and applied a scent-barrier spell to all of Hydra’s heads, “It’ll be over by dawn, hang in there.”

Hydra was very miserable, but Shaer’s barrier was quite effective… he was obviously disgusted by the pus-drenched creature, but after the stench was reduced by 80%, he could still manage for a while.

Though Shaer cruelly subjected him to such a thing, she wasn’t stingy with her Divine Power, and the isolation spell she cast was quite potent.

All twelve of Hydra’s heads turned towards the Silvermoon in the sky… would your venerable self kindly depart sooner?

The Followers of the Night who live in the shadows probably would only miss Amanata’s figure this much in their lifetime today.

After handing Gunnard over to Hydra, Shaer relentlessly pursued the giant spider that had already placed the Seat of Sakuxier on its back… that thing was trying to untangle the black threads tying Shaer to the chair.

Otherwise, Shaer could teleport to her at any time using those threads… the embodiment was ultimately a concentration of Divine Power, switching at will.

However, Shaer had wrapped too much while watching the show just now, Rose was panicking a bit even using several claws together.

But Shaer charged again.

She could only temporarily use spider silk to secure the chair to her back.

After all, with everything already in hand, Rose felt there was nothing more to worry about… both were just embodiments, who was afraid of whom?

Rose didn’t believe Lansendel would come to assist Shaer, even if the enemy faced was herself.

The Evil Gods from Toril and the true Abyssal Lords had always been quite different in the eyes of those so-called Kind Gods.

Battles among Evil Gods were considered internal conflicts, uninvolved deities even if watching from afar, wouldn’t interfere.

As for Celene… that woman who loves drinking milk, how could she possibly come to sniff disgusting things for a sister she has hated for hundreds of thousands of years!

As for dispatching so many wild boars, Rose wasn’t surprised… she was quite aware of the Undead Tribe’s situation, knowing they were just mercenaries working for money… As to the rumors about Shaer and William, Rose wouldn’t believe them!

The Lady of the Night, no different, found the Undead Tribe useful and even stooped to seducing deities from small worlds!

But on the battlefield of deities, what use were these Undead Tribe?

These guys could at most roll around in the mud as they do now…

Humph!

Rose certainly saw the moonlight on these boars… Celene’s affection for her sister was worth only this: to keep Shaer out of one more filthy mudhole.

Confident in Celene’s cleanliness obsession, Rose felt she was sure to win.

For once, Shaer felt a sense reminiscent of facing Celene in prehistoric times today… Rose was truly disgusting to her!

Though the hardest part fell on Hydra, that Treant covered in tumors, waving fleshy tendrils that protruded like hair, roaring horrid noises from a mouth full of stone-like teeth, the Lady of the Night could still see it!

Every glance she took at him intensified Shaer’s irritation towards the Seat of Sakuxier on the black spider’s back a little… Is this chaos just for Amanata?

Though the chair would eventually cause significant loss to that annoying Sun God, Sha… never takes a loss… er still felt a sense of doubt.

She commanded the Darkmoon Magic Bead to continuously unleash Moon Blades, aiming specifically at the joints of that giant spider… Now it was her turn to buy time!

Standing on the Floating Castle, Hill’s ears twitched: the Steel Dragons had already noticed the sudden turn of events and had new ideas.

What they feared were the hundreds of thousands of pigs, and Gunnard, who disgusted the dragons, after being entangled, Rose was not in these Steel Dragons’ eyes.

For the Steel Dragons who liked living in human cities… they could even think of becoming real estate developers, one can imagine the economic mindset of such dragons… they feared the Zholar who couldn’t live under the sun the least.

To seize the Divine Artifact, they even dared to challenge the Lady of the Night; how could the Steel Dragons possibly let Rose escape?

They observed for a while, thinking that the giant spider was very likely to escape from Shaer’s grasp, then without hesitation flew toward the crevice of the earth in Neverwinter City.

Speaking of which, the days for the dragons in recent years were really happy… no matter who they robbed, they no longer had to worry about someone opening a portal and running off immediately.

Even so-called kind alignment dragons weren’t above roadside robbery… they just needed a beautiful excuse: like a gemstone falling on the bright road, those with enough will to neither pick it up nor even look naturally passed by.

But how many such people are there?

That was basically free for the taking!

On the Ferun Great Land, there’s no teaching of handing over a found penny to the police… looking around and directly placing it in the bag is more the reality.

Those who wouldn’t even touch a gemstone were either the followers of the Three Gods of Justice or understood that there were kind alignment Metal Dragons fishing.

In the past, the most painful thing for Metal Dragons doing this was encountering those who would pick up the gemstone and immediately open a portal… how dangerous Ferun Great Land was! Which mage wouldn’t prepare a Dimensional Gate for outgoing travels?

In fact, many professionals able to touch the Weave would spend a large sum to prepare a strange object enchanted with a Dimensional Gate for themselves.

Of course, most people definitely didn’t have this ability.

But Metal Dragons always wanted to catch that small portion of the wealthy!

After the Magicplague, although these dragons lost a lot of abilities as well, who cared when they had great strength and wings?

Avoiding the blue storm and Lord of Agleya, they were invincible!

Sigh! If it weren’t for the thought of the terrifying Lord of Agleya, how could so many Steel Dragons lack the courage to raid a coastal city?

If they hadn’t heard that some deity in the Zholar Divine System wanted to deal with Shaer, the Steel Dragons wouldn’t have gathered to prepare for a raid… they had no intention of making the Goddess of the Night come out!

What if she held back and just didn’t come out?

Without evidence proving Shaer was hiding in Agleya, wouldn’t they be directly raiding Agleya City?

They knew it wouldn’t be easy to kill all several hundred Steel Dragons here… but who wanted to be that unlucky one? That wasn’t a matter of one or two!

One should know that although the number of Steel Dragons in Deepwater City was large, most were merely adult dragons.

Could they withstand a slap from that City Lord was another question!

The Steel Dragons weren’t foolish; they certainly knew the ones looking for them were connected to Rose, but the conditions given were enough… after all, what did they have to discuss with the Zholar?

As long as Shaer came out from Agleya City, it was fine.

The current situation truly met the expectations of the Steel Dragons… Rose even managed to snatch a Divine Artifact from Shaer’s hands!

Tsk~

Wouldn’t that giant spider think that taking the most conspicuous one, and at dawn, the Steel Dragons would rush over to fight for the remaining two with Shaer?

Really overthinking it.

They would rather have that throne engraved with dragons!

Hmm… dragons actually considered cost-effectiveness… it’s pretty clear who was easier to bully, isn’t it?

After the discussions, the Steel Dragons, who had quarreled enough over their thoughts, took off one after another, heading directly toward the Neverwinter Great Rift that led straight to the Underdark.

Hill couldn’t help but smirk: did Shaer also anticipate this, allowing Rose to take away that chair?

Indeed, her initial plans might have differed a bit from the current situation… the Seat of Sakoxiel, originally intended to be temporarily abandoned, may now have to be permanently placed in some corner of the Ferun Great Land.

From Hill’s understanding of Shaer, she would never let that chair, tainted with filth, into her Shadow Realm.

Just how disgusted Shaer was could probably be seen from those incessantly released Moon Blades and the Shadow Whip never swung again… the whips formed from Shadow Force were the weapons the Lady of the Night was most accustomed to using.

Celene’s brilliance was particularly bright tonight, and the passage of time unusually slow.

Fortunately, before the Steel Dragons got into position, the light of dawn still appeared.

The black spider exclaimed excitedly: “Haha~ I still waited until dawn!”

The Sun Peacock standing next to Hill suddenly muttered: “Tch! Dawn doesn’t want to see you.”