Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1152: Sel, the Leader Who Truly Embodies Bane’s Essence

The eight major sects of Sel fought amongst themselves until only the victorious Necromancy Sect remained.

Not even Harua, which is more fragmented than them, knows what will be left in the end.

But this isn’t something Hill needs to worry about.

Even Edna Mistrala wouldn’t care; the Goddess of Magic doesn’t care about those sorts of followers.

Even if she returns to the Weave, she’s likely thinking about how to learn from Black Eye to disperse divine power and set various Weave anchors... ostensibly, to make the Weave safer, but in reality everyone knows what it’s really for.

Besides Mystree, all the other Goddesses of Magic do not have that great spirit of valuing Toril more than their lives.

Hill’s most important task now is to find other movements between deep greens and lighter greens, and reds of various concentrations on the giant screen.

”The last to arrive must be the Anmur Navy’s team,” Shaer gently reminded the three audience members staring at the giant screen, ”They’re used to group activities and are skilled at using bombs. So, they’ll definitely come from the coast, cutting through mountains all the way.

Though it’s relatively safe, since the current Chult doesn’t have powerful forces to trouble them.

Utao is probably still hesitating; unless these guys really manage to open those two doors, he won’t easily tear through space to come in.

He has no divine power network to handle incarnations, and once he uses his divine power left in Chult, the commotion will be akin to tearing down houses.

So, he can only come in at the last moment.”

And another that would create a crisis for these invaders is currently holding a camera searching for differences.

”At the lower left of the volcano, there seem to be a few people,” Hill said softly, pointing to a confused Celene and Lansendel.

Although they were wearing dark red clothes, they kept moving, so Hill still saw them.

”There was once a rumor that Coron could directly see what Rose was doing in the Bottomless Abyss from his Divine Kingdom... now, I suddenly feel that this might not be a legend,” Lansendel said with great sentiment.

”Just compliment my good vision directly,” Hill couldn’t hold back, ”This isn’t a legend, but a horror story.”

What’s Coron looking at Rose for? To see her, with spider form, bathe with all kinds of unbecoming Great Demons, before taking human form to bathe with human-shaped Demon Lords?

The one spreading this is probably Gewoosh pretending to be Talos, right?

Too wicked.

Lansendel spread his wings and flapped them: ”Oh, The Wise Ones have this fault; they see everything too clearly.”

Do you then know how maliciously implied this legend is, yet use it as a metaphor?

If you want to fight Coron so bad, you might as well go find him on the Wild Plains!

Hill believes that the Father of Elves will surely be eager to satisfy Lansendel’s ambitions.

Shaer stared at the giant screen for a while and couldn’t resist glancing at Hill: ”These are Cyric’s people.

To guard against Ai... me, they forsook shadow force, using illusions.

If you hadn’t pointed it out, I wouldn’t have noticed.

I remembered, Hill, you aren’t fooled by illusions, right?”

Hill nodded then shook his head: ”Only those weaker than the Teraxil Silvermoon Goddess, their illusion magic can be seen through by me.

Celene’s moonlight illusion I can’t see clearly.”

Shaer spoke faintly: ”Ah, that’s just fine.

Better than being blind.”

Celene didn’t care that her dear sister was cursing her, she instead seriously said, ”Their cloaks change color~ if I’m not careful I’ll miss seeing them.”

Hill couldn’t quite understand... after all, even Lansendel’s tiny bean eyes can, once pointed at by Hill, locate those people accurately.

Shaer recognized Hill’s confusion and softly said, ”My dear elder sister gets distracted easily with anything she does.

She’s not unable to see, but has moved on to looking at other things.

Then becoming impatient, she’ll just give up searching if she’s missed.

If she were alone, she might simply stop trying to find them.”

Celene protested: ”Isn’t it enough to see the result?”

Lansendel rarely retorted Celene: ”When watching a race, would you only look at the finish line and miss the process?

The middle is where it’s most exciting!”

”Colorful and exciting, but ultimately the loser, what’s the point?” Celene said casually.

”Tsk~” Lansendel turned away disdainfully.

It seems that although they’re both thrill-seekers, their excitement levels are not on the same plane.

No wonder their skills in stirring up trouble are similar, yet Celene and Lansendel’s relationship has never gone beyond friendlier terms.

”The people from Anmur’s Twin Towers haven’t arrived yet, can they make it?” Hill decided to steer the topic to a safer direction... he always worried that after Lansendel realizes the excitement is nearing its end, he might not control that rebellious impulse and directly clash with Shaer or Celene.

The Lord of Dawn doesn’t care about tearing down houses, but Hill cares a lot... even if he’s leaving Toril, such a sturdy Floating Castle should be left for Lynn!

”With Abert’s capability, it’s impossible to completely seal off,” Shaer said flatly, ”from the start, when she chose to go solo, giving up the Undead Tribe’s help and relying only on the power of the Shadow Cloak against the Twin Towers, I knew she surely couldn’t seal it.”

”Why is she so confident?”

”Iltmara has never relied on the Undead Tribe in Kalinsan.

Abert probably doesn’t want to lose.”

”Hmm?” Hill couldn’t help but tilt his head and ask, ”But Amanata believers don’t even dare to come to Karin Harbor to mess with the Ancient Night Temple!

Iltmara doesn’t have to deal with that many enemies either.”

”You get used to it,” Shaer chuckled, ”it’s not a bad thing, for me, it’s quite a relief.

After all, these two are always tattling on each other.

All I have to do is compare with what I’ve seen myself, and know what corners they’ve been cutting from each other again.”

Though it seemed unbelievable, Hill thought about how the Temple of the Dark Night was even more backstabbing than his previous company, and it made sense.

In charge of different branches, looking down on each other, yet stubbornly seated near each other’s territories, it’s like adding two shots of hard liquor to mutual deception, and a little spark could ignite it all.

Dusk swiftly descended, and the Flame Mountain Range began to glow with specks of orange light.

”Utao... has reacted!” Lansendel craned his head, ”He surely is bold, daring to scatter so many fragments of Divinity across the Flame Mountain Range!”

”Nothing to be surprised about,” Shaer suddenly sneered, ”He’s an external Wild God, but he chose to cooperate with Toril, screwing over those idiots who attacked Toril alongside him.”

Celene didn’t like Utao much either.

To the twin goddess, even if Utao is somewhat reformed, back then he was an annoying enemy they fought against fiercely... if it weren’t for them later turning against each other, these Wild Gods wouldn’t even stand a chance.

So she also scoffed, saying dismissively, ”Only by tying himself to Toril’s land can he be recognized by this world as belonging to Toril too.

To that guy, even if Chult is destroyed, and he has to fall into a slumber or even near death, it doesn’t matter, as he won’t really die completely.

He can just wake up later, as long as Toril exists, he’ll be a rooted deity.

To the Wild Gods who previously had no planet to settle on... they might have had their own world before, but surely it had long been destroyed, so they could only wander in the Stellar Realm between Crystal Walls, hoping to find a new world.

But their nature is greed and plunder, hardly any are like Utao, only wanting a place to survive.

So no world will let them in.

Shaer and I fought countless battles together to drive away these guys.

Tsk~”

Shaer stared at her, the resentment in her eyes seemed to stir up again.

The deeper their sisterly bond before the victory, the more her actions post-victory hurt.

Sometimes Hill almost agreed that Shaer’s later cruel and cold actions were understandable, though fortunately, he had reason to understand that venting anger and hate on the innocent was definitely not normal.

Yet, to Shaer, all life on Toril proved that the so-called sisterly bond was merely her own illusion.

Were it not for having William now, giving her emotions another outlet, she would surely still be at odds with Celene endlessly.

One has to bear either love or hate, Celene always gets one or the other.

”Who on earth told them the Flame Mountain Range could choose a true Mystra?” Lansendel looked very seriously at the giant screen, ”Manks has arrived too! And she came by herself, without that Follower of the Night, huh? Bane’s subordinate is also not there.”

”Didn’t Bane announce abandoning the Path of Destiny? It’s normal for him not to let his subordinates go to the last spot,” Hill replied cautiously to him, ”The Undead Tribe seems to have seen Jason heading to Yinbutu, guessing Bane sent him to contact the Goblin Chief God below the Yinbutu cliff, probably planning for a pincer attack on those Magic Towers in the Giant Valley.”

”Right, what reason did Sazastan give for campaigning in the Giant Valley?” Lansendel tilted his head, ”The surrounding countries are dead silent, clearly believing they won’t be hit conveniently themselves.

It’s normal for Yinbutu to be so sure, with a base of the Undead Tribe there... but what about the others?”

Hill spoke with a slightly stiff tone: ”Colluding with Sel’s Alchemy School to make murder tools for Toril’s real enemy Gewoosh, conducting inhumane experiments on cubs and embryos, intending to completely annihilate humans and giant dragons.”

”Ah... is this something a Great Necromancy Lich would say?” Lansendel lamented, ”No wonder my followers didn’t tell me what Sel was shouting for.

Shameless to such a degree, he’s indeed the type Bane appreciates.”

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