Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1164: Why Worry Needlessly?

Guess what nonsense!

Zarasom looked angrily at Manks.

Who else could be a deity within the Amur Shadow Thief Group?

Milko’s shadow soul return?

This bastard devil who popped up from nowhere, does he hope to hear that word from my mouth?

He wants to become a god, even if it doesn’t work out, he doesn’t plan to fall into the abyss directly!

Dare to come here, which Archmage in Harua hasn’t prepared two life boxes for themselves, waiting to die once and directly become a lich?

A mage who wouldn’t have any preparation at all and run here desperately!

Toril deities always count the present accounts, not the future ones, of course, it may also be that the God Above Gods won’t allow it.

But, this is the reason why they dare to be so adventurous.

But if he… they, really dare to say that name, might not even have a chance to be crushed into lesser fiends!

Which Great Devil is this that can’t be simply described as wicked!

Is Hell empty? So he’s planning to catch all the bystanders and take them back to fill the gaps?

There are so many divine mages and transcendent beings, can Hell hold so many people?

Heim is strong divine power!

Even if he wants to die, he can take all these spectators from Chult away!

Manks smiled brightly, his little face still similar to Midnight’s, filled with pride: “Why? Hardly, does Heim still have the courage to continue living?

He might as well add a divinity to himself… Hmm… Wondering if it’s courage or thick skin?”

They are chatting happily, but the almost obvious truth has made a certain male protagonist explode.

No way, even if an avatar can’t see everything outside, the true form inside the Divine Kingdom can see the whole scene… He’s here to sponge experience, can’t be killed by Dandell before getting any.

That is a snake that can swallow the sun! With Chult being such a small place, if the opponent really turns around, it won’t last.

Hill could feel that the originally ‘warm and loving’ small refuge had suddenly burst into radiance.

He suddenly felt that from today, Lioumon series would become famous, though it might be Cyric’s higher level making the refuge solid… But the little refuge must have this ability, right?

For a deity’s avatar to go suddenly mad and not directly explode the refuge, who wouldn’t learn a trick or two?

This is a good thing to keep one’s life~

But whether that refuge explodes or not, at least, also need to give Heim time to put on clothes, right?

As long as he has a shred of rationality, he won’t come out naked… Everyone knows what he did and who saw him do it are two different things.

Of course, he might actually be fighting with a fairy lady, Laila, then fight in another way: only one can come out alive.

Hill thought that if Cyric used Laila’s body he would lose… Though there is only an exhausted bull, never a plowed bad field, but if it’s a mad bull, no matter how thick the earth, can’t hold!

Since Cyric didn’t spare his own appearance but chose the weaker Laila, losing to Heim shouldn’t be in doubt.

Anyway, the little refuge is shaking vigorously; no one, oh no, deity, has come out yet.

The Three Gods on the Floating Castle have reached a consensus: The one who comes out alive will only be the scarred… both soul and body… Heim.

As for Cyric, his goal has already been achieved, he wouldn’t struggle too much, after all, living to come out for what?

Would the devil still ask, how’s Heim’s technique?

Facing death is the final victory.

So, even though Lansendel opened a gambling game, unfortunately, no one bet on the other side, and it ended helplessly.

However, at the other side, Shuni dissipated her small refuge with an unpleasant look, glancing at Manks by the volcano vent: “I didn’t ruin your affair, why do you come looking for trouble with me?”

Manks’s hand holding the fan couldn’t help but tremble a bit: “No… What are you waiting for? Been so long, unless Heim isn’t a man, what work can’t be finished?

Are you waiting to let Cyric conceive one before revealing the truth?

Isn’t it just… in the moment of seducing a man, you got the rhythm wrong?

You want romance, he wants a hit first… It’s quite normal for men and women not to think on the same line, isn’t it?

You’re not losing in love or looks… No need to be this vicious?”

Deemed vicious by the devil, Shuni laughed coldly: “Ha~

Among me and Cyric, if a man chooses Cyric, does he still have the need to survive?

Enjoying a moment longer, the long slumber in the Stellar Realm can be even more peaceful!

That’s the Dark Sun, suppressing him enough, Heim can reminisce while sleeping for tens of thousands of years!”

‘Boom!’

The quick-thinking Harua Archmage swiftly flung the remaining Mystra fragments at the iron door. The unfortunate Female Mages detonated with a loud bang, merging with the sound of another small room exploding.

The earth and sky seemed to have been shaken by the explosion.

The two doors suddenly swung open, and a gigantic head, hundreds of meters tall, emerged.

The enormous black serpent, before its eyes even appeared from behind the door, caused the moon and stars in the night sky to suddenly lose their light.

“Dandell, are you ready?” Celene whispered softly, “Ah… Is Toril going to explode again?”

Lansendel, however, was more focused on another point and curiously glanced back and forth between Shaer and Celene: “Is AO trying to save Heim’s life?

Chult has completely darkened!

Damn… I still wanted to see Heim or Cyric naked!”

“Cyric is no longer here,” Shaer said calmly.

“Hmm?” Hill quickly turned to look at Shaer, “The Undead Tribe’s camera equipment, all of it is luminous~ They used to be able to capture images in the darkest parts of the Underdark.”

“The fixed camera below has been cut off,” Shaer said in a displeased tone, “AO… probably doesn’t want to leave any unique images to people from other universes.”

“Damn it!” Lansendel flapped his wings angrily, “And what about us? Why don’t they let us see either?”

Hill froze for a few seconds before asking, “Who is being protected?”

“I guess AO feels Heim is quite useful. After a few hundred or thousand years, when Laila replaces Cyric’s name, he can be resurrected to work again,” Celene said leisurely, “As for now… Heim has already charged towards Dandell.

His clothes are tattered, but still intact, what a pity.”

Dandell was so massive that even photographers couldn’t capture anyone else despite changing their position several times.

Shaer said unhappily, “The Harua group all returned to the White Sailed Ship, waiting for Dandell to rush out.

The Amur group… Strange, how dare they not leave?

Manks won’t protect them.”

“Who exactly is Manks?” Hill couldn’t help but ask, “I’m not too familiar with the situation in Hell.”

“She has been motionless there,” Shaer replied coolly, “Dandell is one of the strongest Wild Gods, and his presence is tremendously oppressive when he appears.

And since Manks has already thrown out and detonated the Mystra fragments from her body… it means she herself must at least possess great Divine Power.

The real kind, definitely not weaker than Tampas.”

Celene took a moment to recall before quietly saying, “Wasn’t Manks unusually sure before, insisting she never lied about her own name?

Could it be the Lord of Hell?”

“Asmodeus… Miriya Lillia Victoria. Even without adding in Manks, what’s the resemblance?” Lansendel asked, perplexed.

“What if you include Nassus?” Shaer said softly, “Moreover, the most crucial point is, the Lord of Hell always appears in the material world using an illusion; his true form never leaves the nine layers of Hell, Nassus.

Although the body he currently uses is made of Midnight’s remnant flesh, allowing his terrifying Soul to descend requires more than just Midnight. The appearance may be human, but evil blood is a necessary component of that body.

I… remember he had a very loyal follower named Gilliad, who specifically relayed news from the material world for him.”

“What is he doing in Toril?” Lansendel shook his head, somewhat baffled, “Isn’t our place always more welcoming to Demons?”

“He’s been severely injured… If it weren’t for the Queen of Hell’s death in the rebellion, he wouldn’t bother with the internal squabbles of those guys in Hell.

But ever since then, Asmodeus has been extremely irritable and anxious, even going so far as to start wars everywhere with the Abyss, capturing countless Deities from various worlds to devour… all in the hope of healing his wounds early and resurrecting the dead Queen of Hell,” Shaer said gravely, “I don’t know who he is targeting, but there must be something… or someone in Toril, that when devoured, would be beneficial to him.”

“How is that possible? Have you been brainwashed from staying in the Abyss too long?” Lansendel couldn’t believe it, “The essence of Deities and the power of Hell are inherently contradictory after all!

Hell has existed for so many years, and who knows how many Deities he’s devoured, yet his injuries haven’t improved much.

Unless…

It shouldn’t be~ Toril’s Deities, although many have problematic minds, surely don’t resonate with the power of Devils, right?

Could it be he wants to transform from Lord of Hell into a certain Deity?”

“Why are you focusing on these things?” Celene turned around to seriously ask, “If it’s really possible, the only one to ask is the old man, whether he’s reached any consensus with the Lord of Hell.

We don’t know who Manks is, but how could he not?

And since he’d allow people to roam freely in Toril, he must be aware of something.

So, what are you worrying about?

If even the old man couldn’t stop it, what else can we do but wait on the sidelines?”

She spread her hands: “Shuni has already returned to the Divine Kingdom and even decided to go into seclusion for now.

Aren’t any of you really paying attention to Heim, who’s desperately fighting with Dandell and whose real form is keeping out of Toril?”