Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1606: Chapter 184: Heroes and Beauties

One thing Rose dreamed of, even though Gaia and Rhea sometimes behave much more foolishly than her, those two have managed to succeed.

However, from Old Dog’s words, it seems he is quite confident that the goddess on the other side is Gaia... That makes Rose even more impressed!

If Rose achieved what Gaia did, she would revel in dance and song, not to mention causing Coron to meet the fate of Uranus... Tsk, she might joyously set Heavenly Mountain ablaze and release the brightest fireworks.

Yet, calculations still need to be made.

Whether Gaia or Rhea, they are pure Earth Deities. If Rose could strip something off them, she wouldn’t be without a true place of her own in any world as she is now.

Especially Gaia.

For other Earth Deities, it’s not so easy for Rose to strike, and although Rhea is quite cunning, she’s not really evil. But Gaia... outside of her own territory among the Greek Gods, even in Toril, she is considered somewhat evil.

The Greek Gods, well, even the Tritons invading Aesces can be considered having good character.

It’s understandable why Rose would think of striking Gaia.

Even in the Underdark, Zholar isn’t the true master!

Even the former deity of the Underdark who was slain by Shaer, it was quite easy to deal with Zholar City.

Not to mention that after her failed calculations against Shaer, she would inevitably face retaliation.

Although Hill doesn’t focus much on these matters, he vaguely knows that the Zholar, who worship Rose, almost never venture out as small teams anymore, and taking spiders along leads to a quicker death.

If Rose could gain some divine authority related to Earth, no matter which world she strips it from...with Toril’s accommodative nature, she could undoubtedly create a secure and hidden area in the Underworld for herself.

Otherwise, does she still wish to ascend to formidable Divine Power?

Despite devouring so many deities, as long as Villon and Elisui haven’t been devoured by her, she’s not considered the strongest among Intermediate Divine Powers.

There’s no way, because they were born from her. These two deities of the Zholar system, no matter how unwillingly, the Divine Power devoured can easily be absorbed and dissolved by Rose.

But now, it’s different. If Rose doesn’t find a way to protect her followers from Shaer and those Dragon Lich whom she offended on the Path of Destiny, her Divine Power will quickly decline.

Unlike the Dragon God, who really doesn’t care about the strength of Divine Power, sealing gods is just for easier management of the race... The real Rose, without the help of Divine Power, is ranked behind in strength among the Demon Lords.

And many Zholar worship Rose not out of love but fear.

However, despite her despicable methods and vicious personality, in this regard, Hill actually admires this Rose who can always find a path for herself.

She’s just too resilient.

Seems nothing can dishearten her; regardless of the defeat she encounters, however her reputation crumbles, she can forge ahead toward power without a glance back. And whether she can succeed or not, she will make an effort.

Though Hill cannot do the same, nor abandon his own principles, Rose succeeding as she did today isn’t considered a complete failure.

Hmm... though she’s still not as strong as she once was as the God Queen of Elves, but within the Evil Drow system, she’s the only master who can summon storms, which to her is, perhaps, a certain pursuit of righteousness?

Hill feels his thoughts are getting off track, so he might as well stop thinking... Anyway, as long as things don’t affect his side, whether Gaia or Rose meets misfortune, he’s quite pleased.

Just don’t know, how did ’Snow Cloud Peak’ deduce that it’s Gaia?

Hill shakes his head hard, dispelling his curiosity... If he really wants to know too much, what if the truth smacks him in the face?

From Ellie, it’s clear that this Evil Goddess controlled by Gaia has quite a talent for disgusting people; Hill thinks enjoying the drama is fine, but turning himself into drama, that’s a no-go.

Hill glanced at the Undead Tribe circling around four metal pools, unable to help his curiosity: ”What are you doing here?”

”Ah? Oh!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ directing dozens of undead setting up racks turned back animatedly, ”Hehe~ these four belong to two major oases, and especially these three, from the same family, Luciella is with them.

We’re preparing to set up a live-streaming booth to show it daily to that family.

Hehe, let’s see how many days they can cry!”

”Old... ah... ’Snow Cloud Peak’ wants that oasis, don’t they?” Hill smacked his lips: See! The result of jumping too much in thought is that it’s easy to slip up when speaking!

Although many people already dragged in by their good relationship with the undead tribe, Hill still wants to maintain his image.

”Exactly!” The ’Old Age Striking King’ naturally didn’t react, their White Dragons all call Snow Old Dog directly. She said with a grin, ”Don’t be fooled by how many people there are in that oasis, they’re particularly disunited. It was originally pieced together by several families.

To have a master is because these two belong to the same family.”

She skillfully leapt a few times on the rack, adjusted the camera: ”What are you thinking? Focus!

Mainly shooting those broken accessories! Look, that Magic Book... Mama! Is that a Mithril Book Cover? It’s shattered to this extent!

Hmm... see those few mithril wires, focus the shot there! Zoom in close, it must be precise, otherwise, they can’t recognize who’s who even with eyes wide open!”

Then she turned happily back towards Hill: ”Hehe, now the fun’s even bigger.

Those families will definitely have internal strife for a while.

Smart ones, once it’s confirmed that these few are dead, they’ll probably move early while other oases or inland areas are still unaware of what’s happening.

Dumber ones, well... when the feud between those families affects their lives too much, they’ll also make a run for it.

As for the rest, either they’re unable to leave, and no one cares what they do, or they’re greedy to the point of stupidity, heh.

In the end, mutual destruction is their best outcome.

It’s Eosca who acted first; we must retaliate!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

The most crucial part was forgotten to be mentioned.

These two oases, along with Eosca, to express sincerity in cooperation, built a two-way dimensional gate... allowing direct travel between each pair.

For us in the Proud Sky Alliance, as long as we occupy one oasis, heh~

No matter if we open city teleportation in the future, we’re still profiting!”

She also omitted one point, Danboro has no nobles going to compete with the Undead Tribe for this oasis... people living their lives don’t want to interact with enemies daily.

”Eh?” ’Old Age Striking King’ blinked, almost pressing onto her own screen, ”Luciella ran away? Ran away again?

Where... can she still go?

This has cost the lives of four Great Sages!

Who would dare take her in!”

She put down the screen and gazed towards the city gate: ”Is there some commotion on Cunlü’s side again?”

On the Cloud Platform, Cunlü, adding marks to the knights while swaying left and right, with a skirt fluttering, softly calling in the air, and her charming eyes gleaming.

Many from the Moon Clan, rather than raising weapons after rushing out from the dimensional gate, lifted their heads to see just how stunning this unparalleled beauty truly is.

From those inexplicable actions, some are even willing to risk being shot just to capture a few snapshots.

The Moon Clan should already know the failure of those Great Sages, and they understand there’s no chance of victory... it’s uncertain if they can even come to the shore to see such beautiful scenery again, thus their apathy is apparent.

’Battlefield Lightening’ and ’Hard Wind’ charged repeatedly with their knight corps.

’Hard Wind’s’ losses were already minimal, not to mention, the battlefield crew gradually replenished their numbers... the first resurrection time isn’t long.

While on the Undead Tribe’s side, those who can die twice are few and far between.

Speaking of which, the most formidable lunar wave ’Battlefield Lightening’ faced has already been wiped out.

By the time the resurrection unfolds, they know their side lacks any chance of winning, and naturally, many won’t come to die again.

Only those Moon Clan members fond of playing the encounter game choose to die once more.

Yet numerous are distracted, attracted by the beautiful girl in the clouds... Cunlü’s mysterious and holy aura is indeed alluring.

So ultimately, those who rush towards here are taking advantage of the dimensional gate, which lasts only 12 hours, to capture more group photos.

This isn’t something the Undead Tribe is fantasizing... after all, on the sea surface, many from the Moon Clan would rather fight closely with the sea monster, attempting to jump high to the nearest spot.

It’s clearly for snapshots.

Hard Wind turned to sigh quietly, gestured to a few knights nearby to cover him, before quickly tidying his attire.

He gently adjusted his mighty spear decorated with alliance flags, then roared before charging with his knight corps toward the city gate.

Though this time they were not the fastest, they were extraordinarily organized.

With drums thundering, Hard Wind, holding his spear in his right hand, reached out toward the beauty in the sky.

Cunlü replied with a sweet and coquettish smile, leaping downward to land directly onto his arm.

Her slender and fair feet flashed in the air, with ten red petals dazzlingly striking.

Then that alluring waist was quickly embraced by Hard Wind, tucked into his steed’s front.

The massive city gates rumbled open.

Holding a flag in one hand and a beauty in the other, Hard Wind, surrounded by the cheers and the knights, swept into the city gate, leaving behind some Moon Clan members who snapped quick portraits with a smile, while others were stunned, dying without fulfillment.

”You guys, Snow Cloud Peak, what is the meaning of this?”

”Between heroism and beauty, beauty is the one to be sung.”