Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1388: Chapter 1178: Chult Under Complete Lockdown

The witch is indeed a rather terrifying creature.

The Undead Tribe has never before found themselves in such a hard battle on Toril… Of course, it’s not that they haven’t encountered powerful beings capable of annihilating their group in the past, but at those times, the figures of other deities would always appear to stand in their way.

And enemies with equal combat power on Toril simply can’t withstand the numbers of the Undead Tribe.

So, this is their first time in such a difficult battle… The so-called Witch Gathering means that when they number more than three, they form a formation, creating a resonance.

An adventure party without a Transcendent, even if their level is not low, always ends up wiped out when encountering three witches.

In many adventure stories, including various Paths of Destiny, the outcome of encountering a Witch Gathering is either to flee, or to sacrifice a few companions.

Not to mention, the small huts in the dimensional space painted with Marlagade’s wing insignias clearly house Night Ghost Hags.

A single Night Ghost Hag can almost rival 1,000 ordinary witches… Night Ghost Hags are creatures of the Netherworld, their level of existence is entirely different from ordinary witches.

And there are a full twelve of such huts in the dimensional space.

Surrounding these huts are shorter houses, there are as many as 50 or 60—every circle.

In the middle, there will also be nightmare attacks on the Knight Corps surrounding outside the small huts… If it weren’t for the strong performance of the Undead Tribe’s Priest Corps this time, certainly more close-combat fighters would have died.

“Old Dog, should we use the oil painting?” The ‘Perfect Bald’ ran over with short strides… Left the rainforest, and now it’s the tall ones leading the charge as the main assault force.

Primarily because the people from Wenjian are still catching up from behind, none of the other families can organize so many short knight fighters… According to the habits of the Undead Tribe, a charging army without 10,000 people simply isn’t of any use.

So, Baldy has become the messenger again.

“Sanda King just used the Dawn Stone and the Jade Holy Scripture.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ shook his head, “Right now, the Power of Light within the space is enough to augment the priests.”

He glanced at Baldy, frowning, “Tell the Elder, this isn’t an urgent matter!

Plus, our main objective is not to annihilate this group of witches, but to get them out of that house, so they don’t assist Black Eye in prayers anymore!

The oil painting must wait until that group of witches comes out before using it. Those small huts have very high defensive power, possibly related to the characteristics of this Hell Plane.

Moreover, the energy of the witches has also greatly enhanced the defenses.

Once they come out, using the oil painting to directly destroy the small huts… Make her understand what’s most important!

Compared to the Harua Mages on the Flame Mountain Range, once this place is settled, her Edna will be safe.

We must also stand guard here.

Does she not remember, once the giant serpent overhead breaks through Toril’s blockade, Hell can reconnect with here again.

By then, what if another batch of witches comes to continue the prayers?”

‘Perfect Bald’ was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: “I understand now, the Elder is just concerned and that’s why she’s disrupted, otherwise she wouldn’t have overlooked this.

I’ll go and tell her right away.”

“How many Dawn Stones does the Elder still have?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ watched the little loli’s bouncing figure suddenly ask unexpectedly.

“Two… ah!” ‘Perfect Bald’ replied gloomily as he turned back, “Old Dog, you’re being unfair!”

“I just said, though the Elder might be quite agitated, she’s not someone who’d disregard everything.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ ignored Baldy’s resentment, merely started calculating silently with a tablet, “Tell her not to act on her own. I’ll let her know when she can use it.

Three… Tsk! Did she enter the peacock’s nest or something? These can be given away so casually?

The Young Master and the others took numerous missions to obtain these!”

“Also… sort of?” ‘Perfect Bald’ said hesitantly, “Above Hill’s castle…”

“You guys… do know he’s watching, right?” ‘Magic Sword’ interrupted this increasingly perilous conversation, “The Elder went to get Hill to build a castle for Edna, and Lansendel was pleased with her, giving her three Dawn Stones because several pages of the Jade Holy Scripture were replenished.

However, Old Dog, one main task was to help charge the Jade Holy Scripture, so she could only take two to throw away.”

“So, what is the current CD time of the Jade Holy Scripture?”

“One hour.”

“Hmm?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ put down the tablet, “That fast?”

“But the energy in the Dawn Stone also has its limits, it can only be replenished eight times a day.”

“So, Lansendel gave her three not for her to use them on demolishing buildings…” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ remarked with deep emotion.

“Will you tell her?” ‘Magic Sword’ asked seriously, clutching his flaming red helmet, “Because I certainly won’t.”

“Baldy, what are you standing there for?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ spoke rapidly, “Go and tell the Elder! No more using them casually!”

‘Perfect Bald’ turned around, wearing a mischievous smile on his dainty face, and rolled his eyes dramatically.

Yet, he resiliently accepted this task, rushing into the dimensional space with quick strides.

“Magic Sword, what brings you back?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ quickly looked away as soon as he smiled at the red-armored, red-clothed knight… ‘Magic Sword’ owning the title of ‘Forever the Single Dog’ really has little to do with his steadfast macho personality, his aesthetic taste is the key point.

“Oh~ The Young Master asked me to pick them up.” ‘Magic Sword’ did not sense Snow Old Dog’s aversion to his image, “And asked me to inquire how to deal with the Anmur Navy who have fled to the sea.

They are a bit at a loss right now, the Navy Minister is a follower of Heim.”

“What are Heim’s followers doing?” Snow Cloud Peak asked with interest.

“Hunting the Shadow Thief,” ‘Magic Sword’ said indifferently, “I really don’t know what they are thinking, isn’t that their boss’s lady?”

“Stop your jumping thoughts!” Snow Cloud Peak immediately stopped him, “And that unabashed mouth of yours!

Heim isn’t dead yet!

Do you want us to help Cyric take the blame?”

Even if they perish together with Dandell, Snow Cloud Peak believed Heim would try his best to attack Cyric’s faith on Toril before that.

At this time, the Undead Tribe should also say and do less, trying to show they have nothing to do with this matter… Otherwise, if Heim really takes it out on them, even Shaer stepping in wouldn’t help.

Though the Undead Tribe is not afraid of death, they also don’t want to lose experience inexplicably!

‘Magic Sword’ obediently pretended to zip his mouth, then shrugged his shoulders and said, “It’s not just me talking.”

“Don’t say it in front of the camera, especially when there are other listeners.” Snow Cloud Peak shrugged helplessly.

Manks was leisurely waving a small fan in mid-air.

“Oh…” ‘Magic Sword’ glanced at Manks, turned around, and asked with a puzzled face, “What happened that made her hair turn white overnight?”

“Shut up!” Snow Cloud Peak sternly stopped him, “That’s the honorable Lord of Hell!”

“I’m going to pick up the Young Master…” ‘Magic Sword’ quickly slipped away upon seeing Snow Cloud Peak’s bad expression.

“I didn’t find his words offensive.” Manks said with a smile, lowering her head, “Sometimes, the strange ideas of you Undead Tribe inspire me as well.”

“Some rules should be set from the very beginning, shouldn’t they?” Snow Cloud Peak returned a gentle smile, “At least, we should respect the strong.”

As a commander of the Undead Tribe, he certainly had to show the ‘appropriate’ attitude, but whether the Undead Tribe would follow suit was another matter… However, in front of others, he at least showed politeness.

Manks smiled; she certainly had no such luck to enjoy the strange politeness of the Undead Tribe.

She glanced again at the dimensional space battlefield, and with her judgment, unless Marlagade showed up herself, the result of this battle would only be the victory of the Undead Tribe.

After all… Manks looked up at the undead swarming out of the magic ship by the seaside… The number disparity was too evident.

As for whether her Sixth Hell Lord would come, Manks sneered: It would depend on whether the benefits were big enough.

How interesting!

It simply made her take a new look at it.

She looked again at the Harua White Sailed Ship, thought about it, and finally flew back to the Flame Mountain Range.

Even if the Countess of Ghosts wanted to cause another rebellion, it didn’t matter.

She still had to watch her healing medicine.

Watching Manks’s distant figure, Snow Cloud Peak lowered his head and typed furiously: ‘Magic Sword’ was just here to notify him that Wenjian had arrived, probably followed by Doomsday, and there were probably some other people on their ship.

So when he saw Manks, he began to talk nonsense.

Snow Cloud Peak guessed that Hydra had arrived.

Shaer’s plan had notified them before the Undead Tribe rushed here, hoping they could help Hydra establish some prestige in Chult.

Since they wanted to establish a faith area in Chult while the big dinosaurs were unwilling to meddle… Snow Cloud Peak, in hindsight, realized that Shaer intended to create an open domain!

Kalinsan couldn’t count, the Ancient Night Temple’s long existence could hardly remain secret, but its style remained secretive.

There was no need to hide underground in Chult.

After all, apart from the coast and some fresh water streams leading to Lake Luo, there were hardly any human settlements.

How interesting, Snow Cloud Peak chuckled, was this an aid to build a home for William’s lover?

Standing on the ship’s prow, glaring at the Doomsday ship trailing not too far behind, the ‘Young Master’ flipped open the tablet in his hand: “Huh? Old Dog wants us to split into two groups, those accustomed to seaside living stay, the others follow ‘Magic Sword’ to fight the Witch.

Oh~ Those who have contracted Embroidered Crab must stay.

First, send the surrendered Anmur Navy to Anmur, lock them in Alchemy Square… The precondition for accepting their surrender is that they must also start praying to Edna.

They don’t need to change their faith, anyway, Toril people muttering to any deity they encounter is common.

Huh? Then seal the Chult coast underground with the Embroidered Crab?

Are there still enemies not coming out?”

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