Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1361: Chapter 1151: The First Wave Arrives

Hill was momentarily stunned.

Is Shaer planning to hand over the Followers of the Night in The North to Nasir?

No, it seems she’s determined that Chult is bound for destruction?

She even sent the prepared successor over!

However, if Chult truly explodes, Utao would be gravely injured even if not dead.

Following Toril’s usual style... Deities who can’t reward their followers may be respected, but they certainly won’t garner much faith.

The races living in the southern rainforest of Ferun Great Land are even more reliant on the blessings of the deities... Otherwise, even food security can’t be guaranteed.

The mushrooms in the Fantasy World are far more terrifying than the ’White Hat, Red Cap’... Even the same type of mushroom can suddenly change from edible to poisonous.

The most horrifying thing is the spores floating with the wind: even if mortals plant vegetables outside, they might inexplicably find some special seasoning mixed in.

Therefore, any species surviving in the rainforest either inherently belong to nature and can tell at a glance what food is safe to eat, or they rely on the blessings of deities: any food must pass the shaman’s eye before it goes into one’s mouth.

As Chult’s only True God, Utao is truly the sole spiritual support for these species in this aspect.

If he loses his responsiveness, Hill can’t even imagine how many of those rainforest species will perish without a reply.

So, although Shaer is unscrupulously taking advantage of Utao’s situation... As an original Wild God, Utao could sink into slumber for several thousand years, eventually awakening, but if his followers are all lured away by Hydra, then... ten thousand years won’t seem long, nor will a hundred thousand years seem short.

Yet for mortals, being able to receive feedback from a New God in a dire life-or-death moment is a kind of happiness, even if they have to embrace shadows.

This shift in faith is certainly cruel... If there truly are races willing to follow their Main God into extinction, no one can save them.

However, Hill shook his head helplessly: If Shaer wasn’t intent on minimizing the existence of Aishdo’s aspect, she wouldn’t have sent Hydra over so quickly.

Shaer’s usual method is to let most of those mortals die, leaving only those with the strongest will, the greatest persistence, or even the luckiest few for her use.

Shaer never liked the weak.

As for that multi-headed serpent, he’s probably still confused... After serving under Shaer for this long without even a name, constantly fearing being sent to accompany that former god of the Underdark, who would have thought he’d eventually rise to the rank of Lesser God under the Lady of the Night!

”Won’t your two earliest Chosen be jealous and go mad?” Celene asked with a smile, ”Logically, it should be...”

”What nonsense are you talking about?” Shaer turned to look at her, ”When you choose people, do you pick based on who has the best relationship with you?

Of course, it’s about who’s suitable!

Do you play favorites with your subordinates?

Can you share your divine authority with them? Or your Divine Kingdom...

Ah...

No, you’ve done it all.

Where is that Goddess of Phantasms, Laila, now?

You can’t possibly still let her use Celene’s Divine Kingdom, can’t you?”

Celene finally fell silent.

Lansendel chuckled and said, ”Didn’t Laila run to the Stellar Realm? She’s lost Celene’s divinity, all she has now are illusions and lies.

Cyric’s interest in her even surpasses Mystra.

The reason he quickly found a way to attack Amanata was precisely because he happened to be tracking Laila’s traces in the Stellar Realm, wasn’t it?”

Hill cast a puzzled look at the golden Great Peacock... He, who always feared chaos, was not someone who would smooth things out in a friendly manner.

Lansendel, however, didn’t hide his own intentions: ”Well then, Shaer... will your future Chosen or Lesser Gods be selected based on their good relationships with the Undead Tribe?

The attitudes of those two in Kalinsan and Anmur towards the Undead Tribe are very cold, even somewhat hostile... Is that the reason you aren’t planning to elevate them?”

”Do you think I’m as foolish as you?” Shaer snorted disdainfully, ”My followers, my Chosen, in front of me, only have obedience.

If I need them to be friendly to the Undead Tribe, Iltmara and Abert won’t dare not to smile at them!

The relationship between these two is very poor, if there were two Divine Positions as Lesser Gods that could be given to them.

If there is only one, not only is the Divine Position in the swamp and jungle only suitable for Hydra, even if the two were suitable, they wouldn’t get it.

Tsk~

What is the point of speaking with you two?”

Shaer contemptuously glanced around... Her gaze filled with ridicule for those two who completely lacked understanding of human relations.

Lansendel was completely unbothered by Shaer’s attitude. He intently watched Shaer and, after confirming she truly thought that way, finally relaxed: ”That’s fine.

If you became excessively sentimental, showing a willingness to abandon everything for love, I would worry about how long the Undead Tribe could stay in Toril.

It’s okay if you break up, just don’t deprive me of entertainment.”

Shaer suddenly turned her head, staring fiercely at the Lord of Dawn: What do you mean by it’s okay if you break up?

Celene belatedly interrupted the tense atmosphere in the garden: ”Eh? You’re worried that if Shaer acts like she’s possessed, AO would directly sever the Dimensional Gate of Teraxil?

No, they won’t~

Even if Shaer gives the whole of Toril to that William, AO wouldn’t bat an eye.

After all, what she says doesn’t count, giving it away would be in vain.”

Hill silently took out an iced durian milkshake and quietly took a big sip... Celene’s thought process was always a little difficult for him to follow.

Luckily, at this moment, the giant screen lit up again, finally bringing an end to this nonsensical dialogue.

The first thing to catch the eye was the jungle-covered valley, with the camera slowly gliding over the valley towards the bottom extending to the Flame Mountain Range... Those active volcanoes seemed to be erupting continuously, yet curiously no lava was flowing down.

It’s as if invisible hands were suppressing all normal volcanic reactions back into the volcano’s mouth.

This ’person’ with the broadcasting equipment must be residing in a hidden cave on the valley’s cliff.

Celene gave a surprised ”eh”: ”Is this the Lost Glory Valley you claimed holds countless treasures, yet is used to trap people?”

”It’s not a lie.” Shaer responded without changing her expression, ”Aishdo trapped several cities back then! The precious treasures from those cities were all placed in this valley, and the jungle is strewn with Gold and Silver Jewelry.

After all, he didn’t even have a chance to tidy up.

If adventurers truly manage to enter... and come out alive, they’re bound to get rich.”

Hill discreetly glanced at the Lady of the Night... Not to mention the odd-colored moss, mushrooms, and shrubs spread across the ground, during the camera’s passage, he saw pokeweed, hook vine, acacia seed, hyacinth, mandragora, datura flower, tung tree, castor plant, plus a large number of poison arrow wood and poisonous yew fruits.

Based on Hill’s knowledge of these plants... the mist slightly permeating that valley must be filled with a complex and difficult-to-counteract mix of toxins.

Anyone managing to enter her valley would find it almost impossible to exit alive if not kneeling before Aishdo’s claws.

Celene tilted her head in thought: ”I always feel you’re lying, yet this certainly isn’t a lie... So, are you using something basically impossible to sidetrack?”

Shaer snorted coldly, not responding to her.

”Hmm?” Hill carefully observed the upper left corner of the giant screen, ”The Haruans have arrived!”

The camera quickly shifted in that direction.

Hill resisted the urge to look towards Shaer and tried to focus on the giant screen.

Indeed, it was Harua’s famous white sailed ship.

This is a Subartifact-level Magic Ship, with high speed, strong defensive power, and weapons level is supernormal.

Harua has always claimed to have six ships... now they’re all here.

”By the way, Hill, how many fragments went to Harua?” Celene asked curiously.

”Four.”

”That suits Harua’s nature.” Celene giggled, ”Two-thirds prepared for battle, one-third always ready to escape.”

”I wonder how many White Sailed Ships Harua still holds,” Hill asked, somewhat curiously.

”Don’t worry, there’ll still be six.” Lansendel answered firmly, ”Ever since Floating City crashed, these Naise Remnants keep half of whatever they do.”

”You can’t fully say that, after all, this is for longevity. They are indeed willing to contribute.” Shaer chuckled, ”Yet, Harua is now divided... more than Sel’s various factions.”