Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1379: Chapter 1169: Edna’s War

Manks couldn’t help but laugh: “After discovering who Mystra really is, you sure changed your tune quickly!

What now?

Do you think it’s impossible to use the power of the Goddess of Magic to help that Lady of Pain deal with Shaer, and now you want to use me against Mystra in the Cloud House?

Are you planning to help Dandell shatter the world first?

Toril really is such a nice place, having natives as helpful as you. Devils must feel right at home here.

No wonder those fools in the Bottomless Abyss are doing well here.

In the future, we’ll have to come and go more often…

Unfortunately, you’ll probably end up disappointed with that dagger behind you: I don’t care about Mystra at all.

I’ve already found what I’m looking for. If you want to kill her before she reclaims her divine position, figure it out yourselves!”

Monica’s body stiffened, but she still tilted her head slightly, revealing a full-hearted admiration and a coquettish smile: “You overestimate us.

We… those who follow orders, don’t have that much autonomy.”

At this moment, Manks felt quite cheerful because she had found some clues, so she didn’t remain silent in the face of idiots as she did in hell: “So~ you can choose my orders for yourselves, but not hers?

Ah, has the Lady of Blades become this powerful now?

If you’re foolish, don’t talk too much, it only exposes your intelligence.

Ah… no, pretending to be smart is more annoying than being truly foolish.

Even Ambori seems a bit more appealing than you!”

She, of course, knew the reason Mannica stayed here… after all, that fake cat below and the ugly Crocodile Head were already testing ways around the massive storm whirlpool to attack that beautiful palace among the clouds directly.

Manks thought if Mystra inside was willing to give her this palace, she wouldn’t mind lending a hand to send all those archmages into the Styx… including those would-be liches who had prepared their Soul Boxes.

Tsk tsk, these deities of Toril are just too… maybe because the Grim Reaper has more control over the soul domain?

Such obvious soul connections!

Those illusory gray lines… Manks raised her fan-wielding right hand and gently waved it in the air… the sharp light made Mannica shiver all over.

She felt an immense danger!

If that strike had been just a little off, the connection between her and the Soul Box would have been entirely severed!

She couldn’t help but take a small step back, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably: at this moment, she was truly afraid.

But what could she do?

The Salem Family had prepared never to return to Toril, but how to leave and when wasn’t up to them.

The Lady of Pain was never an easy master to deal with.

Yet, Monica lightly took two steps back, racking her brain to choose a spot that wouldn’t anger the Duke of Demons in front of her yet seemed like she was communicating with her.

The long-time archmage of the Kingdom of Anmur let slip a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth… when they couldn’t suppress their greed, single-mindedly wanting to unearth the treasures of Imasca, even dreaming of becoming the most powerful country on the Ferun Great Land and colluding with the Mulholland Pantheon, they might have already set their uncertain future in motion.

She was just unwilling… when she struck a deal with this Great Devil, she was actually glad to have a chance to rid herself of the otherworldly shadows behind her.

Devils in hell and otherworldly deities have different needs for Toril!

The personality of the Toril Gods was well-known; they could tolerate the existence of devils but would never tolerate the Mulholland Pantheon encroaching on their living space.

But, not everyone in the Salem Family was willing to follow this mistress with former royal lineage.

Especially the current King, who wasn’t blood-related to her, actually accepted the token from Marla with the Mark City’s lord emblem without telling her.

When it was discovered that Mark City was real, but Marla wasn’t Marla, there was no way for Anmur to retreat.

Otherwise, the events on Snowfall Island wouldn’t have ended up so messed up… the people of the Ferun Great Land know very well that the best way to deal with the Undead Tribe is not to pique their interest or, even if they are interested, not to give them an excuse.

At that time, clearly, Manks had already made contact with those Quel Senta female mages!

As long as when Candlekeep was in trouble, the previously arranged Anmur Navy timely picked up that group of ladies, all treasure-hunting would be under their command… how would the world end up like this!

Even if they found the wrong Mystra, at least Snowfall Island wouldn’t have been flipped over directly!

Clearly, the Undead Tribe had little interest in these female mages from the start… Mannica thought about how when Manks cleared out the Quel Senta ladies’ subordinates and waited for the Anmur People to come and take over, yet they had to watch helplessly as the poor, unattended female mages had to seek help from the Undead Tribe, finding this Great Devil to have quite a temper.

If it were an Evil God of Toril, they might have gotten rid of the troublesome Anmur People first before anything else.

Heaven knows… How could one foolish Andreju trigger such a chain reaction.

Or rather, even though the King of Anmur might seem alright, in reality, his mental circuits are no different from his foolish brother’s… to think he’d feel assured with an alternative route from Marla, and thinks dealing with Manks could be brushed aside.

The fleet commander he sent out surprisingly favored the Navy!

Just one day late, those Female Mages boarded the Undead Tribe’s ship, and then… how could remedying the situation be timely?

So, no wonder Manks, upon realizing Anmur’s indifference to matters on their side, refused to lend any further help!

Even watched Anmur’s downfall unfold.

If it weren’t for needing them to unlock the seal on the iron gate near the volcano’s mouth… perhaps the escape tunnel at the Twin Towers wouldn’t even exist.

Monica bit her lip fiercely: Never mind, what’s the point in saying all this?

Back then, she didn’t strongly demand that fool to stop… perhaps deep down, she also vaguely felt that even if the plan failed, living in Mark City is more comfortable than living in Hell?

Furthermore, choosing between a Great Devil and the Blade Queen, favoring the blade that slays gods and demons, isn’t that justified?

Who knew the Great Devil would suddenly transform into a Devil Lord?

Clearly, Anmur had become so strong, how has it come to this point?

Every choice was wrong.

Manks opened her fan and started fanning lightly: After the volcanic eruption, the temperature was somewhat high, even with a whirlwind swirling nearby, making her, accustomed to Hell’s coldness, feel too hot.

With a smile, she glanced at the White Sailed Ship: Is Safras still not coming out to stop those two monsters, not planning to return to Josse Garden?

Floating within the Cloud House, feeling the endless Primordial Power rushing towards her, Edna glanced up at the White Sailed Ship on her left, and the Twin Towers on her right.

The Devil Grand Duke standing there with a gracious smile made it hard to discern whether her target was Safras or the Lady of Pain… even if her identity was guessed, as long as she didn’t openly declare it, the Toril people and deities would merely address her in that way.

This is the confidence of the strong.

Edna felt the constant pain within her body… her bones and flesh began reconstructing under the pressure of Primordial Power.

Originally just 170 cm tall, she suddenly shot up another 20 cm.

Watching as her fingers, once marked by traces, gradually became immaculate and spotless: The diligent studies and arduous trials once manifested calluses written on her hands.

Edna quietly clenched her hand, trying to retain those lost memories.

She never expected that despite following Cunlü’s advice all along, using various potion oils to care for her body hoping to have no traces of time like the Undead Tribe, one day she’d attempt to preserve these things.

However, Primordial Power never belonged to her, and wouldn’t heed her.

Then, memories surged abruptly, assaulting her… Her Mental Sea plunged into chaos.

Edna quietly observed her Mental Sea.

Upon the colorful array, she along with two other goddesses formed a triangle… beneath them was an Array she couldn’t comprehend flashing.

Edna gently laughed: So, this was her most dangerous war.

As the persona with the briefest existence, Midnight to her left stood tall beyond imagination… her face written with struggle, lips pressed into a line, seemingly very dissatisfied with the situation.

On the other side, Black Eye appeared so illusory as if nonexistent, yet the smile revealed on that face made Edna shiver with a brief glance.

She quickly grasped the situation: Midnight wasn’t very insistent on Resurrection, seemingly having seen clearly through past events, not wanting to be the shackled Mystra again.

Yet she deeply desired revenge.

Behind that massive body, hatred towards Cyric churned.

Yet due to those disgraceful pasts, there’s a tinge of hesitance, a hesitation apparent.

Conversely, Black Eye who occupied the smallest portion of the soul yearned more intensely to return to daylight… she was the one most satisfied with the present, no matter what those three Lesser Gods did, the love for Black Eye remained unchanged.

Safras, who Midnight couldn’t grasp, Black Eye had full confidence to control as if within her palm.

Edna quietly observed the two goddesses about to decide her fate, suddenly broke into a bright smile.

“Midnight, my other self.” She murmured softly, “Really, I’ve wanted to meet you for ages.

I have so much to tell you~

But, before that, shall we first return Lady Black Eye to the Weave to continue being her network channel?”

Midnight hesitated for a moment, suddenly turned towards Black Eye, eyes instantly turning fierce… Wasn’t it because of this guy that her life came to this point!