Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Capítulo 1400: Chapter 1190: The Impending Final Battle

“That’s right, An He can.” Lansendel also thought this Vilko should be the renowned Mulholland War God for defending against the Sahua Fishmen and protecting the fleet.

Due to the traits of the god system, in Mulholland, even if appointed by the Divine King, to be conferred as the War God required a battle recognized by enough people.

Back then, An He chose a glorious all-out victory against the Sahua Fishmen for himself.

Thousands of years ago, the Sahua Fishmen were at their most rampant, causing sea chaos in several different worlds; otherwise, Sekola wouldn’t have easily relied on the Sahua Fishmen to become an Intermediate Divine Power… Plundering, hunting, and tyranny had no believers in Toril.

“So, it’s understandable Sekola would be interested in the Path of Destiny.” Shaer said indifferently, “An He and he have always had a connection, and knowing there’s a chance to gain an advantage, that guy wouldn’t miss the excitement.”

“That victory?” Lansendel keenly reacted.

“Tsk~ When there are more than a thousand shark-heads in Ambori, An He estimated he couldn’t protect everyone from injury while annihilating the enemy.

As a result, on those few slave ships, thousands of people, including the slaves, faced the Sahua Fishmen, who could easily kill the same number of shark-heads, yet not a scratch was on them!” Shaer scoffed disdainfully, “Mulholland likes to play those surface tricks.”

“Thank Xaries?” Celene asked, tilting her head, “Seems she knows everything.”

“So, Kranvo also guessed there was an issue with Vilko, right?” Lansendel looked at the giant screen at the brawny man wielding a long scythe and asked, puzzled, “Is that why he was so rude to that guy… Tsk, the crocodile head even got kicked by him.

Hmm?

The crocodile head and the cat seem unaware this Vilko is on their side!

They are fighting fiercely!”

“For An He, unless the crocodile and the cat are dead, there’s no assurance, right?” Such petty schemes, Shaer found them utterly transparent and boring.

“Isn’t Xaries his lover?” Celene said in surprise, “If it weren’t for the Pool of Radiance, shouldn’t that be Xaries herself now?

He…”

“That cat is a disgrace for An He.” Lansendel had some understanding, “Anmur and Kalinsan are heavily influenced by Mulholland… hence, goddesses and women are no different, all personal properties.”

“Shameless.” Celene coldly uttered two words.

The word ‘freedom’ for her has always been an untouchable taboo.

Lansendel didn’t care; he just wanted to figure out what’s up with Kranvo now.

The Master of Death is renowned for his inflexibility; even if someone declared their identity as a prank, he would remain skeptical.

How could he possibly see through someone who looks and feels exactly like the real Vilko?

Even Lansendel didn’t dare to be completely certain!

“Does he need to consider so many issues?” Shaer finally couldn’t hold back and sat upright, staring at Lansendel, “From his perspective, even if Edna isn’t Midnight, she’s the reincarnation… How could he be friendly towards a man obviously trying to get close with ulterior motives?

Lansendel, I really doubt if you ever truly liked Tai Ji?

If, when you were with Tai Ji, suddenly a man approaches her with affection, would you really consider his identity and the schemes behind him?”

Lansendel blinked, “But that’s not Midnight!”

Shaer suddenly blinked, glanced at Celene… she suddenly realized, compared to her, these two guys, just by intuition, saw Edna and Midnight as two separate people.

Even though they all knew this young lady was Midnight’s reincarnation.

Before today… the two occasionally mentioned them together.

But Shaer still didn’t want to say it outright.

After all, Celene’s expression trying so hard to figure out the secret was too satisfying for Shaer.

She simply didn’t want to expose that the one cradled by Edna was indeed Midnight.

For Kranvo, he couldn’t possibly mistake his soul mate… and in his mind, Midnight was the most beloved one.

So, even though the sunny smile and bright teeth of Vilko were directed at Edna, Kranvo wouldn’t think that way.

Edna was also a bit bewildered.

Kranvo’s passionate enthusiasm was intimidating, but she completely understood… Even a fool could comprehend the significance of her and Midnight being separate now.

Now, that complex and chaotic Weave would be Edna’s responsibility.

While his Midnight would at most carry a minor idle task… like the position of the God of Singing, Miliel, within the Knowledge God System… hence, free as a bird.

Wherever she wanted to stay, be it by the Styx for a century or two, it would likely all be fine… As long as the Main God doesn’t interfere, the freedom of a Lesser God is actually greater.

Would Edna monitor Midnight?

If she were that boring, she wouldn’t give Midnight the chance at all!

Kranvo was evidently prepared to lose his partner… He understood Midnight best, knowing well her stubbornness to break rather than bend.

Souls like Edna’s, blended with soul fragments of the previous two Goddess of Magic from the Weave, even if she becomes more excellent, Midnight wouldn’t want her.

Mystree is fine, but Black Eye…even with a tiny bit, Midnight would likely regard it with disdain.

So he continues to observe Edna.

Hoping to watch her final moments before his lover completely dissipates…a while ago, Edna still had some of Midnight’s aura.

But once she stepped out from the Cloud House, she was solely Edna.

After Kranvo’s great sadness, he directly saw the Soul Crystal Cyclamen, and the outcome of his instant joy left him unable to think.

Thus, noticing Wilko’s behavior, he didn’t even consider that Midnight was sound asleep at home, unable to see those gleaming, snow-white rows of teeth…if you want to show off, go ahead~ I offer you the cat and the crocodile.

As neighbors to Josse Garden, the relationship between Mystra and Wilko is fairly decent.

Despite Josse Garden’s boundlessness, due to the power dynamics and the three Lesser Gods living next door, Mystra is actually the dominant force in Josse Garden.

Though Wilko is wild and unrestrained, preferring to roam the seas, he won’t skip visiting the big brother in Josse Garden.··

As a deity of the Kind Alignment, both Black Eye and Midnight treat him fairly well.

But there’s no deeper connection…after all, the distance between chaos and order is certainly no closer than Abyss to Heavenly Mountain.

So, she couldn’t understand why Wilko suddenly showed such enthusiasm.

With this guy’s personality, shouldn’t he be meddling with Ambori and Sekola?

Firing shots east and west, causing chaos on both sides is Wilko’s style!

This guy actually has a better relationship with Celene.

Edna suddenly furrowed her brows.

Something’s off.

While Wilko certainly loathes evil and fights with intensity, he is never ruthless, regardless of who the opponent is.

Even when facing his greatest enemy Ambori, he can laugh heartily.

Unlike now, where every cut hits bone, fearing those two would die slowly.

Edna carefully examined the Sailor God: he was dressed in a pure blue coat adorned with gold tassels and copper buttons, underneath which was a colorful brocade vest and a white shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs.

He wore traditional knee-length trousers, stockings, boots with silver buckles, and a blue tricorn hat edged with gold tassels and adorned with a large feather.

However, the brown eyes reflected not bravery, but coldness.

Feeling dazed, Edna glanced at Kranvo in armor, draped with a black cloak, then looked to the North…ever since the Undead Tribe entered Toril, the gods and their Chosen have seen their attire change significantly.

Men wearing stockings have been extinct for several years now.

After all, the mouths of the Undead Tribe…they even compared that thing to men’s foot wraps, saying only fools with waterlogged brains would wear them.

The well-informed Toril Gods, while indifferent to the opinions of Teraxil Elves, generally choose robes and armor when they’re present.

Wilko, couldn’t possibly be unaware of this.

How could a god associated with the ocean not pay attention to Agleya?

Edna sneered slightly; it seems her future neighbor might be missing a manifestation.

But which one could it be?

Showing such hostility toward the crocodile head and cat-head, it surely can’t be Enser, right?

She glanced again toward the North.

The Undead Tribe who came to fetch people just now informed Edna that her Immortal’s Visit Castle was almost built.

The ‘Old Age Striking King’ is also rushing towards her.

Edna carefully eyed the fake Wilko and suddenly smiled and spoke: “Hey~ Kranvo. If you can finish the battle in half an hour and take down that Wilko too, I’ll lend you the Immortal’s Visit to display alongside the Styx for hundreds of years, how about it?”

Wilko abruptly raised his head toward her: “You! Mystra?”

“Ah! If I’m mistaken, I’ll go find you to apologize once we return to Josse Garden, Wilko.” Edna looked calmly at the frenzied Kranvo, who suddenly manifested a skeletal form, with the black scythe dancing circles in the air.

“Not…Wilko?” Sebek, who had been silent in battle, suddenly spoke, “Could it be? An He!

You shameless creature!

Even if I perish, I’ll drag you down with me!”

“Bastard!” Taken by surprise, Wilko lost a hand due to the sudden self-detonation from the crocodile head…had it not been for Xaries’s shadow, the black cat-head rushing up to shield him from harm, he might have lost half his body.