Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1305: Chapter 1096: The Perfect Bald Can’t Hold On Anymore

Ambori was truly furious this time, even forgetting what he had intended to hide all this while, directly screaming for Marla to come out and help.

The Lord of Beasts, though somewhat unwilling, had already lost his chance for an ambush. So he reluctantly transformed into a strange giant Crocodile Man and appeared on the island’s sandy beach.

He wore a headdress made from a pair of horns and two long feathers, held a gigantic spear, and wore a finely crafted armlet on his upper left arm.

His attire resembled that of an Egyptian, presumably the appearance of the God of Crocodiles of Mulholland, devoured by Marla.

The giant Crocodile Man swung the spear in his hand… The dead branches and twigs on the ground all transformed into giant crocodiles rushing into the ocean, joining forces with the shark-heads reprimanded by Ambori, fighting their way toward the Black Rose’s great ship.

Then he himself slipped into the seawater, swiftly attacking the magic ship, shouting loudly, “Those who disrespect the deities! Forbidden!”

This was a spell of Daunting Command, one that even the caster couldn’t voice at will, as it must conform to certain rules.

But if the enemy indeed violated the rule he uttered, they would be immobilized.

Yet… such a command targeting the soul’s depths was utterly useless against the Undead Tribe.

Hill couldn’t help but frown… Why did Marla choose to use this visage here?

Doesn’t he usually use that ape form?

Most importantly, why does Marla seem so unfamiliar with the Undead Tribe?

After so many years, even the Abyss’s demons and Hell’s devils have no desire to touch the souls of the Undead Tribe.

Especially the devils who are most interested in the souls of mortals. After battling the Undead Tribe and Demon Army in several extinction wars, how could they not try to dig the corner? Such a handy tool for battle, who wouldn’t be interested?

The result, however, was utterly silent.

Though nobody mentioned it, everyone was well aware.

What dire lessons they learned, indeed no one knows… but the fact that the area around Agleya’s territories, including Luskan, the most susceptible to invasion, has never shown signs of devils, proves it all.

“Marla… isn’t something wrong somewhere?” Hill slowly said.

“Wasn’t this his devoured Mulholland deity named Sebek?” Celene maneuvered her crescent moon to fly directly to the giant screen, examining it carefully, “I once heard a bit of interesting information. This Crocodile Lord Sebek also has a Name of God called the Smiling Grim Reaper.

He is extremely indifferent and does not maintain good relations with the entire god system.

Back then, the entire Mulholland Pantheon fell because of their collusion with the Imasca Kingdom. Reluctant to leave, they left behind a massive amount of divine power and completely departed from Toril. Never participating in battle, Sebek chose to stay and joined the enemy Anser Divine System.

It’s said Toril’s Crocodilians stem from him.

Yet after the Anser Divine System gradually lost its faith foundation, he grew increasingly weak, eventually being devoured by Marla during the Years of Turmoil.

But, look at him… When did Marla ever show emotion? That guy never has anything other than anger and greed, not even fear. As long as there are beasts in the world, he’ll never truly perish.

Yet now this Crocodile Man’s eyes are filled with contempt… Only deities from such lofty god systems like Mulholland and Anser would think Ambori’s bickering with the Undead Tribe is heinous.

“Marla, is this due to weakness, causing backlash?” Lansendel couldn’t help but come over.

“Celene, go observe Xaries.” Shaer suddenly spoke, “She is the companion of the Main God in the Mulholland Pantheon.

Go see whether Mulholland plans to make a comeback, or… it’s just this Crocodile Man awakening for some reason.”

“Mask, didn’t he have a visage in Mulholland?” Celene moved her body, then abruptly turned to ask.

Back then, Xaries managed to become the only Mulholland deity able to enter the Toril Pantheon, thanks to Mask… by scheming and mingling into the Mulholland Pantheon, and holding a not insignificant position, doing not insignificant deeds.

At that time, Mulholland Pantheon had just entered the Toril World when they received such a blow… AO slightly suppressed his own chaotic gods to retain them.

So, as compensation and exchange, the Divine Consort of Mulholland Bastet entered the Ferun Pantheon, assimilating a certain… Ah… the Goddess of Love of You’el Elves Zandila, who tried to lure Villon to preserve vitality for the You’el Elves due to their pantheon facing destruction at the hands of the Zholars, but ended up betrayed by Villon, and was horribly imprisoned, nearly having her core fully assimilated, eventually becoming the pleasure-loving Xaries.

Hill couldn’t help but glance at the black cat by the pool nearby. In fact, Villon, fully aware of the outside happenings, remained entirely unmoved… His only bit of emotion really was reserved for his little sister, the rest… if it delivers itself to him, why not indulge, right?

Complete the affair, and enjoy a meal.

Shaer stared intently at Celene: “Mask, how could he dare appear before me? Even if I give up devouring his divinity, upon discovering how many openings he created for the Shadow Realm after all, I wouldn’t spare him.”

Her lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her mouth showing a line of chilling severity, her gaze sharp as she looked at Celene… If the Maiden of the Moon really dared to ask why Shaer didn’t personally find Xaries, it was likely Shaer would act directly.

Back in the Years of Turmoil, Shaer nearly succeeded in consuming this pleasure goddess from another pantheon… It was clear she intended to redirect the Mulholland Pantheon to Ferun, and tempt them into a war with the deities here… No matter who died, she would be pleased.

In the end, she was awakened by Shuni, who arrived in time and splashed Holy Water from the Pool of Radiance on this cat engrossed in decadence, nearly absorbed by Shaer.

This matter is not a secret.

But Xaries… was a wanton goddess that even Shuni would click her tongue at.

Thus, Shaer was not very willing to have this matter brought up at this moment.

Everyone knows, even with Shaer controlling Xaries, it’s impossible to change her style.

After all, it didn’t succeed; the matter has passed; William wouldn’t say anything even if he knew… She committed many misdeeds before they were together, one more wouldn’t make a difference, he’d have to remain silent.

But if Celene deliberately mentioned it in front of William, it wouldn’t be probing anymore but an outright confrontation.

Some things can be done but not said, especially not in front of certain people.

Regardless of whether Celene understood this, Shaer had already drawn her bottom line… Even though they fought many times, the Lady of the Night never showed such a sharp expression.

The Maiden of the Moon hesitated for a few seconds… She was not very willing to give up her right to speak.

But, after hundreds of thousands of years, rare peaceful coexistence with Shaer had lasted so long, she didn’t want to ruin everything again for a moment’s pleasure.

After all, regarding those matters, while she never regretted them, she did feel some remorse.

Celene quietly looked at her sister again, her gaze somewhat complex.

She finally just slightly nodded, turned, and waved a silver veil, then the graceful figure transformed into nothingness.

Only a streak of blue-white moonlight remained silently flowing on the crescent bench.

Lansendel turned around, craned his neck for a few glances, and seriously said for the first time, “It’s my first time seeing this Maiden of the Moon retract words that were at the tip of her tongue.”

Shaer didn’t intend to respond to the Lord of Dawn’s probing, but judging from the way she quietly sank back into her reclining sofa of veils, her mood seemed to have brightened slightly.

Hill glanced upward twice, quickly took out pen and paper, and began painstakingly recording any flaws in the Magic Ship in this state… There’s no choice, with corrosive seawater plus the frenzied biting of countless gigantic crocodilians, the Defensive Magic Array of the Magic Ship was somewhat overwhelmed.

Even though the Undead Tribe constantly tried to replenish energy barytes in the ship’s core, some areas were consuming energy conspicuously.

If there weren’t enough manpower or barytes, there might already be places where breaches have occurred.

The Black Rose ship was crafted by Hill himself… Its current performance quite matches the ship’s price, most shortcomings being akin to what he imagined.

But there were still some small flaws, clearly places Hill himself overlooked.

Previously, the enemies encountered by the Undead Tribe didn’t reach the current level, hence those flaws weren’t exposed.

For instance, the ship’s figurehead area, where a massive ram was installed, showed some small gaps instead.

If it weren’t for these crocodilians constantly snapping everywhere, those gaps wouldn’t be a concern, given the entire ship’s defensive array can support… But when the array resisted stronger adversaries, these little creatures could actually cause some minor trouble.

Regarding the weaknesses seen now, Hill was quite pleased.

If not for the Undead Tribe wanting to draw more attention, choosing temporarily to fully confront those two divine avatars, he might not have noticed these trivial spots.

Yet presently, he desires progress in Alchemy objects, which inherently necessitates starting accumulation from such small details.

Totally unaware of what kind of good things Hill was contemplating selling him, ‘Perfect Bald’ started to falter.

Ambori was so enraged he’d lost his mind, that grotesque huge face bouncing around with his movements on deck.

Wherever the Black Robe Little Loli went, there was loud shouting from family members: “Baldy! Hurry up and leave!”

“Quick, leave—leave! That face is too big, my eyes are going blind!”

‘Perfect Bald’ angrily shouted: “Tell Old Dog, I can last no more than another hour!”