Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1371: Chapter 1161: News That Shakes Hill

Celene tilted her head thoughtfully, knowing that Hill usually doesn’t speak harshly, so he must have put it very gently.

Then she belatedly said, “Does he want both? Samaiel acts quite freely, much like a traditional member of the Shuni sect, and will definitely leave him soon.

And Petty, who loves him more, might wait patiently for a while, just to take over?

What is this…”

“It’s obvious Cyric knows men even better than Shuni.” Shaer had a contented smile on her face… it was the first time Hill had seen her smile for so long.

Shuni and Heim were both utterly disgraced, which truly delighted Shaer, who has always been their enemy.

“Woman, your name is revenge.” Lansendel was still musing.

And with a double meaning.

Veiledly speaking of Shaer, while on the surface, referring to the silently watching Shuni.

If she were to overturn the table now, although it might restore some of her lost dignity… Heim’s blindness would just be an even bigger joke.

After all, the time was short, and given Heim’s style, he would have to confess his feelings before climbing into Samaiel’s bed.

But she would rather endure the humiliation of losing to Cyric and accompany the two until dawn… the difference between failing and finishing is probably the difference between a little embarrassment and being unable to face anyone again, right?

Lansendel’s eyes stayed fixed on Petty’s small house for over ten minutes without any movement from Shuni, sparking his interest again as he sang aloud: “Ah~ Dawn, don’t come, let the dream remain forever tonight…”

Hill couldn’t help but turn to look at the giant Golden Peacock… truly befitting the Lord of Dawn and the God of Dawn who spares not even himself!

Truly daring to sing~ Did you learn this from Young Master?

What on earth did the two talk about that had Young Master singing about the dawn not coming to Lansendel?

Hill couldn’t help but glance southward: I really don’t know what expression Edna would have when she sees her former teammate pulling Heim into a room.

“Shuni…” Celene murmured softly, “You can’t really blame her, can you? It’s obvious Heim prefers Shuni’s demeanor!

What sort of creatures are men?”

“Greedy?” Shaer turned to glance at her bewildered sister, “Men or women, they’re all greedy.

If you want everything… isn’t the current result very normal?

You may not understand these people’s hearts, but you can think about it, when faced with a divine position within reach, how would the gods react: the wise and rational deities would choose what they can control… the foolish ones want everything.

Love is even more so.

Shuni… showed too much, making Heim think that even if he hurt her, with a beckoning gesture, she’d gleefully rush to embrace him.

So, you see, Shuni could easily get a man’s love, but lost in a competition to a man who understands men better.

So~ when choosing a lover, it’s not about how powerful he is or how righteous, but whether he knows how to restrain himself.”

Celene sat up slightly, asking very seriously, “Shaer, are you boasting while belittling me, right?

Are you still holding a grudge from when I went to chat with William?”

“Ah, you see, at least I’m a woman, and we have different styles, you can convince yourself that it’s just the other party doesn’t like your kind, right?” Shaer answered noncommittally.

“The Gate of the Dark Night has appeared!” Hill clenched his fists and whispered.

If the argument continued, his Floating Castle would be the first to witness the apocalypse… it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear it, it was just that being so near the end of the Path of Destiny, falling now wouldn’t be very friendly!

Two enormous iron doors rose from the volcano’s mouth… a chaotic storm formed by primordial power swirled around the iron doors, forming the final chain.

“Why do they insist on opening this gate?” Celene finally voiced her doubt, “This doesn’t seem related to the Path of Destiny, does it?

No matter how complex the Path of Destiny, it shouldn’t require world destruction to conclude.”

“What they want is for Dandell to harness the Wild God’s unique power to break barriers, to break the seal that can only be lifted on Toril after Mystra’s resurrection.” Shaer said coldly, “Mages don’t need a Goddess of Magic looming overhead.

Isn’t the reason Cyric has let things develop to this point because the mages’ goals align with his?

They all want Mystra to disappear completely.

Of course, he wouldn’t be as crazy as these mages, really thinking they could contend with AO, but at the very least, Midnight would vanish from then on.

Until now, Midnight hasn’t come out to proclaim justice, many might think she already doesn’t exist.

Cyric is the same, otherwise why would he be… so leisurely?”

Edna looked at the darkening sky beside the Cloud House on the Flame Mountain Range of Chult, a trace of disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth.

The passionate and always righteously indignant Midnight of the past might have thought that the world would be doomed without her brave sacrifice… but Edna would never think that way.

She would first observe whether her efforts are needed before taking action.

For example, right now at the Flame Mountain Range, the primordial power on those two gates—sacrificing Edna might be the only way to break through.

Just relying on those few fragments brought by Harua and the Twin Towers?

Even if Cyric and Shuni were both blown up together, they probably wouldn’t scratch those iron gates.

Therefore, everything depends on whether AO wants them open or not.

Why would she rush down there?

To greet her dear former teammates and ask how he feels at the moment?

Beating Shuni and outsmarting Heim is certainly something to be proud of… but his success unfolded right under her reincarnated Midnight’s watchful eyes. Besides Celene, Shaer, and Lansendel, there were also Tyr’s family of three and Tampas’ family of three observing.

Edna felt that Celene’s divine arts about how she handled her disobedient sister in Deepwater City’s Silver Temple were pretty good.

If not for the consideration… of not wanting to bear the stigma of forcing the Guardian God to death, she would definitely replay today’s drama at Josse Garden’s entrance every day.

Several archmages of Harua’s carried the female mage from Quel Senta, slowly approaching the two gates.

The primordial storm indeed revealed wisps of smoke, drawn to these female mages… but too few.

Those from the Twin Towers took a glance and dispatched the red-haired female mage they brought over.

She seemed more attracted to the primordial power, but it was merely ‘a little’ stronger.

A black-haired female mage in a delicate blue robe and a long white veil flew out from the crowd, surveying the crater and proudly opening her mouth: “Lady Manks, aren’t you coming out to help?

After all, compared to us, you are more anxious to open the Toril seal and return home sooner, right?”

“If you want help, don’t expose others carelessly.” Manks leisurely flew out of the crack… with a crystal-clear fruit in her hand, munching on it as she went.

Then this little girl in a long purple robe began to grow slowly under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

“Hmm? Can one grow directly? Is it the Fruit of Life from the idyllic land?” Celene tilted her head and asked, “Or the fruit of the Hellflower?”

“Her body is still that of a normal person.” Shaer answered lightly, “And why do all your thoughts involve such powerful things?

A fruit that can make one grow 10 years older, even Hill could produce it, right?

It’s merely the accumulation of life force!

The Treant Chosen from Sylvanas can produce such fruit, and some of the elves’ secret gardens should be able to as well.”

Celene carelessly played with her long hair: “But, how could Manks be related to the Natural Divine System?

The Elf Deity System is surely impossible~

I remember, without the permission of these deities, these magic fruits would become poisonous even if picked, wouldn’t they?”

“I think it might have something to do with that sneaky crocodile?” Lansendel pointed at the looming giant figure emerging from behind Manks, “Sebek uses Marla’s body, so it’s naturally possible to have such fruit.”

Hill quickly turned to look at Lansendel… the Sun Peacock sounded so matter-of-factly!

Why would Marla definitely possess the fruit of natural force?

This… suddenly gave him a foreboding feeling.

“Isn’t Marla an enemy of Sylvanas?” Hill asked with uncertainty.

“Ah~ Even Coron could have an ungrateful child named Villon! What’s wrong with Sylvanas having a child called Marla?” Lansendel’s tone was peculiar, “Of course, whether it’s body interaction or fusion of divine powers is uncertain, but Marla is indeed a child of his and Shantia.

Otherwise, with the prowess of the Natural Divine System, how could Marla live till now?”

Hill gently closed his eyes, trying to soothe himself that the natural divine system in Toril and the World Tree are entirely different matters.

However, he was still somewhat perturbed: “Have the Natural Divine System and Shantia not appeared because Marla was swallowed?”