Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1203: Chapter 994: Schadenfreude of the Spectators

Edna craned her head to peer, her mouth involuntarily slightly agape… Although she had watched Celene, Shaer, and Lansendel join forces against that Demon Lord, such pure suppression was merely a spectacle to behold.

It only allows spectators to feel what strong Divine Power is… Tsk, why is she watching that thing?

But now, in this battle where the winter wind blows, the drums roar, and the eastern side dims while the western side brightens, it’s far more interesting!

She couldn’t help but eagerly gaze at Talos… You’ve weakened now, so hurry up and show some new tricks!

Is it a new big shot, or some special means, hurry up and reveal it!

Edna excitedly clenched her hands, then suddenly alertly loosened them, cautiously strapping the valuable folding fan back to her bracelet… Losing money would already be painful; she can’t afford further losses.

Edna tidied her belongings, suddenly realizing that some Deepwater people watching the spectacle seemed to find her area relatively safe, gradually clustering around, hovering near the pink clouds.

From the attitude of that Bronze Dragon Lady seamstress, those daring to come to their side are generally not intimidated by Gendilarei’s presence.

As for those few clearly dressed in black tones, their subconscious stance flying behind Nasir immediately revealed their identity.

Nasir is probably the most flamboyant Envoy of the Night now… In the future, he might find it difficult to use his real identity for dirty work.

This face has probably already been sent by various intelligence agencies to places worldwide.

Yet there still were some people silently flying to the other side closer to the wide-open door… Edna felt somewhat mixed emotionally… Clearly, those associated with the Black Staff Tower or the Chosen had chosen to fly over there.

Tsk, her life is indeed getting more interesting: sitting beside her is a Lansendel Chosen she previously wouldn’t want to look at, and a high-level Shaer follower beside that, chatting away; the only three Mages… One is from the Elf Sequence she had little to do with, and the other two, Azuth believers.

Really with her… Ah, those related to her in the past or future are all cautiously guarding her, fearing that a wrong word might lead her to dispatch the Undead Tribe.

Edna softly sighed and gradually reined in her scattered thoughts… It’s just a spectacle, why think so much?

To view one’s followers from a third-party perspective like her, probably she is unparalleled; isn’t it better to make good use of this opportunity?

It’s just unknown if these who might only once get close proximity to Mystra will later be driven mad enough to smash their heads against the wall?

Especially as some of them are truly loyal followers, Edna could still sense it, even at this close distance.

She chuckled and shook her head, pondering while tilting it, pulling out a few Ein Stones containing Eighth Ring Spells from her bracelet. Compared to dwelling on these unlucky matters, better to make more preparations.

Who knows who else Talos might summon… Edna thought long and hard; Ambori can hardly appear in Sword Bay now, and that fellow likely has no Divine Power network to use, mostly disrupted by Agleya.

Ambori only has two Temples in the outskirts of Sword Bay, whose pirate-like followers have either forsaken belief or packed up and fled, now occupied by Olypher’s female followers as a ‘logistics center’… That’s the Undead Tribe’s phrasing… After all, one can only rely on them during winter.

The other cold-resistant race is the Undead; who can afford their delivery service?

Only Olypher’s people, even earning Copper Coins.

As for Marla, Edna glanced at the exceptionally powerful trio of ladies; truly doubt that useless god has any value.

At least Ambori could play around with flooding Deepwater City; Marla, who was crushed under Duogasos’ claw, was a punch bag brought for fun.

Olypher?

How could that Great Fairy place trust in Talos anymore… Even if Talos felt deepest affection for Olypher, it certainly wouldn’t halt his harm to the Winter Maiden.

Edna mused, this should indeed be what the Undead Tribe calls the supreme scoundrel, saying sweet words while demanding your money, your power, your life.

Most importantly, because other God Systems’ forces of the Destroyer Faction can’t circumvent Agleya, the deity stationed at the main city, so Olypher’s constantly ravaged Divine Realm has stabilized.

This Winter Maiden, after probing Hillhill and Agleya’s capabilities, then realizing these two are far better than Talos, promptly sealed her Divine Kingdom, going utterly silent before the Magicplague.

She’s likely waiting for an opportunity… The Great Fairies’ Faction is forever chaotic; if Olypher wishes to return to Neutral, it’s far easier than Ambori.

Talos on the field persisted for a while longer, then turned to roar: “That Bane family’s kid! You’re just watching like this?”

“Huh?” The sword in his hand lying across his lap, Jai looked bewildered, “If Bane indeed has some cooperation with you, I’m certainly not the one responsible.

Don’t come to me; I don’t do extra work.

I’m really troubled now! Is everyone aware I’m Bane’s subordinate?

Tsk~ A total waste!”

Manks gazed at him resentfully: “Can’t you do just a little more for me?”

Jai, horrified, stared at her: “Please… Whether you’re male or female, old or young, there’s no telling! Could you stop being so scary?

Besides, even if your face is real, it holds no value!”

I’m not Kranvo! I don’t have special feelings for that face.

Tsk~ Look up at Miss Edna who is curiously watching you, and then take a look at those three beauties inside… can you look in a mirror?”

“Jai! You bastard!” The timely roar of Manks prevented Edna’s Chain Lightning from being thrown.

“Ah… This must be a follower of Milko!” Gendilarei exclaimed, “It’s really a pity about that one!

A deity who can argue with my lord for hundreds of years without losing ground, there’s only this one.”

Edna turned her head to look at him: “Milko… is he really that caustic?”

Gendilarei smiled slightly… he certainly wouldn’t respond to that kind of comment.

“A deity who could create something like the Wall of the Faithless, what do you think is normal about him?” Nasir said coldly, “How many faithless people can Toril find? Even those who have read the Cyrine Scripture couldn’t do it.”

Edna silently leaned against the back of the sofa… and swallowed back a comment at the realization: actually, Midnight looks okay! At least she is above the standard beauty, isn’t she?

But looking at the ongoing fierce battle among the three silver-haired Chosen women, each with uniquely stunning forms, she lost the mood to speak.

Tsk!

“Why don’t they all go after the one sitting on the far left?” Edna asked wearily.

“Probably because… for Cyric’s people, getting him to do something would come at a steep price.” Gendilarei answered with a smile.

“Huh?” Edna sat up abruptly, “Cyric? Or Dark Sun followers?”

“Who knows?” Gendilarei raised an eyebrow, “They could change at any moment, couldn’t they?”

“How do you know?” Nasir frowned, already gripping a Magic Wand, a black cloak appearing on him.

“Ah, I sensed the scent of a broken gemstone.” Gendilarei said with a grin, “I’ve encountered it many times, and I can clearly smell that kind of evil stench even from hundreds of meters away.”

Edna nodded in understanding… just seen it too many times, you can tell whose people they are at a glance, right?

“But… how can Dark Sun people just look like they are watching the fun?” Devis was puzzled, “Aren’t they supposed to enjoy blood and conflict?”

“That’s the lower-level followers.” Gendilarei said with a hint of disdain, “Attracted by Cyric’s mad laments, they can only hear his craving for slaughter.

But high-level followers have learned to hide their presence to cause conflicts for others… They like to see chaos, especially chaos they initiated, but they won’t necessarily take action openly.

Unless the reward is significant enough, so great that Cyric himself would reward them.”

Edna blankly looked over there: “If I throw a Chain Lightning over, can he turn into Cyric?”

“Edna?” ‘Old Age Striking King’ curiously patted her on the shoulder and sat next to her, “Do you really hate Cyric?”

Edna turned around, smiling as she rested her head on her friend’s shoulder: “Not really~ if he hadn’t caused so many things, I wouldn’t have met Sanda King Sister~

I wouldn’t be who I am now.

Honestly, if the Magic Ship could set sail, Sharol might have long sent little Edna over to the Tears of Celene!

But, look, with things being so heated inside, Cyric, such an interesting guy, is just watching silently, what a pity!

If he got involved, it would be guaranteed to make things even more lively.”

“Tsk tsk, such a wicked mind, completely turned into an Undead Tribe figure!” Celene sighed.

Hill smiled: “Actually, she probably learned quite a lot from Lady Black Eye, the Undead Tribe isn’t so thorough in speech.”

“Just say she learned to combine the best of both sides.” Lansendel casually interrupted, he was watching the battle opposite with great enthusiasm, “Ah! Shoot his throat! Shoot his lone eye!

Tsk, the eyepatch is useless! That’s grown on the body!

Hehe! This shot is just right! Well done! Ahaha let him be completely blind.

Eiheihei~ I’ll give this… Dove, right?… Blessing of the Dawn!”

Hill was a bit bewildered looking at the cheering Lansendel; he did know Talos considered Lansendel an enemy, but wasn’t the Lord of Dawn usually too lazy to care?

“Wait a moment…” Seeing Lansendel spreading his wings as if ready to impart a blessing, Hill was startled, “Lord of Dawn, not here! Not now!”

“No need to worry, AO will stop him.” Shaer whispered.

The once dazzling Great Peacock was now dejectedly drooping its wings, presumably having been warned.