Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1381: Chapter 1171: The Sanda King’s Twin Ponytails

The Old Age Striking King said sincerely, ”You can’t see what’s going on inside the Soul War, so why not take this chance to pick up some work... With so many materials, it’s quite a hassle for you to gather them, right?

This place, Toril, doesn’t seem suitable for you to wander all over the world; what if... you run into someone like Shuni, well, that’s still manageable, but what if you run into someone like Cyric, what would you do?

Although Hill, you’re always smart and cautious, those flower butterflies usually can’t get to you... but just thinking about it is annoying, right?

What if someone compares you to that unlucky guy, what should you do?

Rumors always get more and more outrageous~”

She spoke with a serious face, completely unfazed by disparaging this world in front of several deities of Toril, one of whom is even her transferred faith god...

However, Lansendel didn’t mind, instead, he agreed, ”Your reputation is big now~ you indeed have to consider this issue.

It’s not about whether you have principles; it’s about whether they have them.”

”Ah!” Celene exclaimed with great feeling, ”The hymns of Kalinsan are really beautiful~ It’s just that Amanata might spit blood... He’s the one who needs faith support the most right now~”

”Aren’t there still many people in Manshaka and Karin Harbor singing praises to the sun?” Shaer said with an unchanged expression, ”Moreover, other places in Toril are also praying for the sun to rise again... After all, Toril is in eternal night now.

When darkness descends, ordinary people will offer their most devout greetings to the Sun God.

At least they know he has just returned to the Divine Kingdom.”

Lansendel was suddenly shocked, ”Ah! Are you saying, if Amanata survives Dandell’s mouth, he could return to being a strong divine power?”

”According to the old man’s estimate, that’s probably it.” Shaer said hesitantly and slowly, ”But, you see, the Undead Tribe has almost knocked on all the doors of ordinary people in Agleya, hoping they would sing hymns for Edna.

The biggest city in Yinbutu is right under the Undead Tribe’s castle, and they have also been found.

In other places on the Ferun Great Land... Even if the Seven Sisters aren’t on their land, when those cities named after magic are praying, how many would call out Amanata?

They might pray for the early return of the Goddess of Magic... But due to unclear directions, these beliefs at most strengthen the Weave, for those three, increasing equally means no increase at all.

So this part of the faith power to the engine room of the Soul War can basically be ignored.”

But... this part was initially something Amanata couldn’t get.

What he can actually rely on are those civilians... However, thanks to the Undead Tribe, at least half of the people on the Ferun Great Land won’t be thinking about the sun at this time.

If he can last till the end, he might only return to intermediate divine power at most?”

Lansendel tilted his head and thought seriously for a while before flapping his wings and laughing, ”Pretty much, oh, really have to thank the Undead Tribe for liking Edna so much!

If Amanata were at a similar power level to me, he’d definitely cause me trouble!”

The Dawn Calamity he caused was intended to leap into the Sun God Sect carrying the faith of billions of elves... In the end, billions of people indeed entered his Divine Kingdom, but Dawn remained Dawn.

Amanata has always been extreme, arrogant, self-confident, and hypocritical, he would surely hold a grudge against Lansendel who wants to touch his divinity.

”Are you afraid of him?” Celene asked in astonishment.

”No~” Lansendel fluttered his wings and playfully jumped a few times on the grass, ”Of course, I’m not afraid.

But I have other amusements now, and I’m temporarily uninterested in playing with him.

That guy always uses the same tactics back and forth, unless one is truly bored, who’d want to deal with him?”

Hill looked up helplessly, wondering why he didn’t want to leave; do Shaer, Celene, and Lansendel genuinely not know?

They are only pretending!

The price Edna offered is not low, and she specifically placed exclusive materials from the Heavenly Mountain at the top for him to select, including quite a few materials from the Abyss and Hell... It’s not surprising that the warehouse of the Goddess of Magic has such things.

Fortunately, although Midnight is extreme, she’s not crazy enough to reject high-level materials of the Evil System.

Hill is actually quite interested in these things.

Being favored by nature is a good thing, allowing him to move freely no matter the world he goes to... But correspondingly, arriving in a world where even the air is filled with evil aura makes it a bit difficult to move an inch.

It’s not that the world will do anything to him, but his existence stands out like a spotlight in the eternal night.

He’s not going there to slay demons or exorcise evil, why should he make himself bait?

So if he wants to buy these things, he can only find ways in a place like Toril where there’s a foot in every door.

But, although Toril has them, it’s rare for such a large amount of resources to appear!

Hill didn’t find it painful to gather resources bit by bit, but as the ’Old Age Striking King’ said, Toril truly is a world full of traps at every step.

He looked down and calculated for a moment, quickly tapping a few times on the resources Edna provided before handing the tablet to the ’Old Age Striking King’: ”I need these things. How do you plan to ask Edna for them?”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ tilted her head and glanced at him, then pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, comparing it back and forth with the document on the tablet. She then nodded with a smile: ”Ah! Although it’s indeed expensive, it’s within Edna’s acceptable range!”

She used the Transcription Technique to print the document onto a long piece of parchment and handed it to Hill: ”Take a look, and if there are no issues, just sign it.”

Hill paused for a moment, took it, skimmed through it, and nodded. He then took out a pen and signed his name before handing the thick stack back to her, curious about how this female priest planned to get Edna to sign.

Then he couldn’t help but open his mouth slightly, his eyes widening in surprise.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ took out a palm-sized seal from her small bag, bearing the emblem of Mystra, but the originally red smoke had turned purple.

”Edna said this thing is linked to her soul, just stamp it,” the ’Old Age Striking King’ smiled at Hill, ”I can’t understand this at all, so Hill, are you willing to acknowledge it?”

Hill’s mouth twitched slightly, his expression turning numb: ”Of course, I’ll acknowledge it.

This is the prototype of a deity’s emblem, a genuine Divine Artifact. When Edna ascends to the Divine Throne, this thing will directly change the emblem of Toril’s Goddess of Magic to this form.”

Never! Never has a deity handed their emblem to someone else to use... Not to a Lesser God nor to their children, let alone a follower, no matter how loyal.

If this thing... were to be stolen, it could harm the very soul of a deity!

Hill didn’t dare blink as he watched the ’Old Age Striking King’ stamp the document, muttering under his breath: ”Quick! Put it away!

Never... never take it out in public!”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ frowned, quickly tucking the seal back into her small bag, then handed a divided part of the parchment to Hill: ”This thing is very important? Edna gave it to me casually, I thought... it was similar to our Undead Tribe’s family seal.”

”Quite important,” Shaer said calmly, ”She probably anticipated a Soul War early on, so she made the worst-case preparations.”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ shuddered, swiftly turning to Shaer, her long pink hair brushing past Hill like the wind: ”Will Edna lose?”

”Don’t worry too much, she has a good chance of winning, especially since you Undead Tribe have rallied hundreds of thousands of followers to praise her.

I remember there was a time when even a few thousand believers could deify someone!” Celene laughed, ”But Edna is obviously a cautious good child, so she handed her last glimmer of hope to you.

Even if something unexpected happens and she really fails, as long as this emblem exists, her broken soul’s consciousness might still have a chance to recover slowly.”

The ’Old Age Striking King’ was dumbfounded for a long time, slowly repeating: ”Chance?”

Always smart, she understood that when a deity mentions a chance, it might mean thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

What difference does that make from none at all?

No matter how strong her resolve, she couldn’t possibly wait that long in a virtual world... for so long, even if she forced William to accelerate the time flow, it might still not be enough.

Wouldn’t that mean saying goodbye forever?

The ’Old Age Striking King’ touched her small bag: Edna knew she wouldn’t stay in Toril that long.

Yet she still entrusted this seal to her, acting so nonchalantly that she thought it was just like the City Lord’s seal or something.

Her little girl was prepared for the worst, wasn’t she?

If anything unexpected happened, at least her soul could return to her side, even if one day the ’Old Age Striking King’ would leave, but before that, Edna would still have a home.

Edna must believe that even if the ’Old Age Striking King’ never returns to Toril, she would at least choose the safest place for this seal.

But then, she would be without a home... how lonely that would be...

The ’Old Age Striking King’ suddenly plopped on the ground, pulled out several beautiful purple star accessories from her bag, and earnestly tied her long pink hair into twin ponytails.

A purple star appeared behind her head, swirling around her twin ponytails.

”Hill~” she turned to look at the boy in the pond, ”Do I look cute like this?”

Hill blinked and smiled, nodding.

”Edna has always wanted to see me with twin ponytails,” the ’Old Age Striking King’ patted her short skirt and stood up, ”But you know, for that baldy guy, we Black Rose girls usually don’t style our hair like this.

I’ve been with Edna for so many years, and I’ve turned her down for just as long.”

She exhaled a long breath: ”This time, I’ll finally fulfill her wish.”