Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1100: Mutual Destruction? Hill Doesn’t Want to Make Money Anymore

The Undead Mages were overjoyed, such giant, immobile targets over three meters tall!

Except for a portion whose eyes and hands couldn’t cooperate at all, most were happily beating the drowned crocodilians.

Even those with clumsy hands were alright; although they aimed at Sebek, they hit the shark-head twenty meters away... But as long as he didn’t say, who would ask who his target was?

Thanks to Ambori and Sebek, luckily both of them liked to bring a large batch of cannon fodder into battle.

”Well done!” ’Perfect Bald’ whistled through the air, praising loudly, ”The little girl has grown up!”

”I just felt these two wouldn’t have a preventive magic barrier.” Edna smiled proudly, ”Which high-level mage would want to mix with them?”

”Mages! They would rather be stinky than stupid, right? Ambori,” ’Perfect Bald’ shouted happily.

Before his voice fell, the sea surged with gigantic waves, amid hoarse female screams that couldn’t be understood, fiercely crashing onto the magic ship.

The powerful defensive magic array of the magic ship, activating an elliptical golden shield, trembled slightly under the infinite, shell-and-starfish-adorned seaweed-haired attack.

This kind of talk should mean nothing to Ambori, which mage doesn’t curse something similar upon seeing her?

But she seemed overly irritable.

It seems the marine goddess, after being provoked, goes mad hearing even the baldy shout her name.

”Ah...” ’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ flew into the air to observe the trembling frequency of the defensive magic array, then looked down to ask, ”How much is left in the energy capsule’s crystal stones?”

”Half!” A head popped out from under the deck, ”Need to add more?”

”No need.” He turned to look towards the back of the deck: ”Hard Wind, the defensive shield can only hold for 10 minutes at most, if the baldy shouts a bit more, maybe just 6 minutes.”

Already fully armed and even helmeted, ’Hard Wind’ raised his great shield skyward, speaking in a slightly dull voice, ”We will open the shield wall after 6 minutes. You tell the baldy to curse during the 5th minute.”

”Alright~”

’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ flew around tirelessly, directing some mages to take flight: ”Don’t waste your mana, tsk, even the crocodilians and shark-head that you can hit with your eyes closed, you miss... Were you all taught by Old Dog’s good students?”

”You can insult Old Dog, but don’t insult me...” said a female mage cloaked in a white robe emblazoned with the Magic Cult’s emblem, quietly, ”I’m still a bit stronger than him. The ones below are too ugly sometimes, I instinctively raise my hand.”

”I’m not sure how to respond to that...” ’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ paused in midair before slowly saying, ”But anyway, Old Dog doesn’t have any combat requirements for his family, so I have nothing to say.

Since you can lay down your lives bravely, then... Flying here to shield the first wave of big hits for those fighting professions below shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

”No problem~” answered the female mage cheerfully, ”After all, we are used to it, either being a target or perishing together with others.”

’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ almost fled from that dare-to-die squad area... The Magic Cult’s style under ’Snow Cloud Peak’ was extremely eclectic.

If opposing guilds wanted to trample their family underfoot completely, these laid-back people could still muster their spirits to fight desperately... But beyond that, their daily practice was to lie flat.

Like members of Black Rose, if provoked they would immediately retaliate, escalating from a duel between two people to a war between two families, it was commonplace.

And the Magic Cult, if not a family declaration of war, anyone who messed with them individually, those who refrained from stripping equipment and lying under the knife, let alone retaliate with two blows, were considered diligent.

For ’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’, who constantly led fighting teams and enthusiastically responded to family members’ calls for help, the laid-back attitude with occasional fervor of the Magic Cult was maddening.

He arranged the mages’ positioning, suddenly stopping above Edna, telling the little girl seriously, ”Don’t learn Old Dog and their style, Edna.

They have experienced too much, and their ages are no longer small, to the point where they can put their faces under others’ feet to be stepped on.

To endure insults and just wipe it off by oneself, isn’t something a young hothead can tolerate.

Don’t assume you can slack off to the point where even enemies find them too lazy to attack, just because they can.

As long as there is still fire in the heart... ah, the Magic Cult’s fire has probably long been drowned by Old Dog’s saliva.”

Edna’s big eyes squinted into a crescent moon as she remembered ’Old Age Striking King’s reminder... When others engage in indirect criticism, stay silent. No matter whether you agree with his words, never respond: because his words weren’t meant for her to hear, there’s no need to share the hostility.

Although Edna knew the Undead Tribe generally wouldn’t channel hatred among them towards these Toril people, just like the King of Sanda said, if there is even a slight chance, it’s unnecessary to take the risk.

’Rain Falling on Mortal Dust’ couldn’t continue his words as ’Xiao Liuliu,’ standing atop the ship’s cabin, glared angrily over here, shouting loudly, ”Rainfall, shut your smelly mouth! Do not attack allied families! How many times have we told you!

Do we have to get Old Dog to find the Baldy, is that it?

”If he’s got the time to deal with your troublemaking mouths, he’d be better off washing diapers for my little cub at home!”

Edna was already accustomed to the nonsensical conflicts among the Undead Tribe. Sometimes, it could even be the Black Rose Family members themselves starting a battle over a disagreement.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ was fair-minded and blunt, rarely causing trouble for others. Her group was pretty much the same type, making her surroundings seem relatively peaceful.

Yet, at Hidden Town, Edna had seen enough of the Black Rose Family members going from chatting to inexplicably cursing at each other, and even ending up in fierce fights... For some petty reasons, not just one or two directly left the family.

Such issues rarely occurred in the Magic Cult family.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ told Edna that the reason lay in the leading style... She should observe the management styles of these Undead Tribe families more, so she’d know how to be a competent City Lord in the future.

A family where the Clan Leader and members don’t match in style, no matter how strong it seems, will cool off sooner or later... Unless it’s like Doomsday, purely hiring people with money.

But that kind of arrangement doesn’t last long.

After all, the enthusiasm of playboys comes quickly and leaves quickly.

But if Edna was only aiming for some short-term happiness, doing it like the Doomsday Clan Leader would be more fitting... After all, pure transactional relationships have no burdens for anyone.

Monetary relations are much simpler than those maintained with emotions and interests.

Like Hill, that’s how he operates in Toril... Aside from a few friends, he hardly interacts with the outside world, simply flinging gold coins around.

Now, thinking of Hill in Toril, apart from those with immense Divine Power, isn’t his first impression one of wealth and influence?

Many even overlook Lynn, the actual master behind Agleya, because of this overwhelmingly distinct impression.

Controlling Bigby’s Crushing Hand, Edna’s wandering thoughts suddenly halted... The Crocodilian she had pinned on the ground, all of a sudden, experienced a surge in power!

She quickly shouted: ”Marla’s transforming, watch out!”

Then, the Crocodilian twisting madly between the beach and the giant hand abruptly turned into a huge blue bear.

”Ah~ Oh~” A mage beside Edna exclaimed in surprise, ”Has Hill’s relative arrived?”

Edna looked blankly at the Undead Tribe members around her. They seemed so shocked they were about to rush to the ship’s edge to closely observe the gigantic blue bear. With her petite red lips slightly open, she hesitantly said: ”Ah... But the Defensive Shield is about to break... are you guys just ignoring Ambori?”

”Who cares about Ambori!” an Undead Tribe member quickly turned his head, ”That’s a bear! A bear!”

Edna said dumbfoundedly: ”Even though you always say Hill is a Little Bear... I think he might not be very happy with that now.

After all... they’re not even in the same world, what sort of relative is this?”

She hesitated for a long time, but eventually quietly hung several star-patterned pieces from her bracelet onto her body, recalled another Bigby’s Crushing Hand, and decisively smacked the roaring and rising blue bear back onto the beach.

Edna was very clear... The Undead Tribe might not care if Hill was angry with them, seeing as their Little Bear song is still sung casually by some today.

But Edna, with many loose ends held by others, cared greatly.

She couldn’t believe Hill didn’t know who she was.

What if that Lord of Agleya got angry and embarrassed, what would she do then!

She still planned on seeing more of Ferun Great Land!

Edna didn’t want to reveal her true self early on, surrounded by a bunch of scheming waste, without even grasping what this world looked like.

Therefore, she acted very positively, hoping that the Lord of Agleya, who was undoubtedly livid by now, wouldn’t focus on her, a poor innocent little soul.

On the Floating Castle, Hill’s face was indeed not looking good.

However, he was mentally prepared for this... As soon as he saw Marla transform, Hill knew what was about to unfold.

Though this ice-blue giant bear was only 5 meters long and 7 meters wide, it was already considered a rare behemoth in Ferun Great Land.

Even if it couldn’t be compared to an Earth Bear, it was enough to spur the imaginative minds of the Undead Tribe.

But he couldn’t let these provoking bunch go.

Hill’s lips pressed tightly together, and then he quickly thought of a seemingly mutually damaging, yet harmless to him, plan: ”Marsha, close the Strange Objects Shop, no transactions for three months.”