Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1724: Chapter 301: Good Things, Bad Things

”Damn it!” Yunfeng helplessly waved his hand, ”All war criminals!”

Then he softly muttered, ”Well, it’s been my job lately.”

He straightened his chest, looked around at his old subordinates, who were full of passion, and... the bewildered and puzzled Lu Huayu.

Yunfeng certainly understood what surprised Chief Steward Lu, so he spoke happily, ”Then, shall we start our Ambori defense battle?”

The cheering crowd instantaneously froze.

”Ah~ Thanks to everyone for your enthusiastic assistance. On behalf of Ambori, I extend our deepest gratitude to you all.” Only the gentle voice of Lu Huayu echoed through the hall.

Everyone was old acquaintances, naturally understanding his meaning... besides gratitude, nothing else.

Ambori would not dish out a single gold coin for the Undead Tribe’s enthusiastic protection of her!

”Old Dog... Hill, really can’t come back?” Perfect Bald was the first to turn and ask.

”No.” Yunfeng shook his head, ”An existence thrown out by the World Rules cannot enter the planet’s barriers again within a hundred years.”

”Hill, how did he suddenly make such a mistake?” Old Age Striking King was very puzzled, ”Just a Gaia, don’t even need Little Bear’s second slap to kill her, right?

If she had that ability, she’d definitely quit playing those scheming games with a fool like Aesces and directly take action!”

”Gaia was eventually a very powerful deity!” Yunfeng sighed, ”You can’t forget her past glory because of her current weakness.

At least, she still has two Divine Artifacts.”

”What the heck? Bottle of Life? Can’t Little Bear make that himself?” Old Age Striking King seemed quite knowledgeable, ”Isn’t it just endless seeds and Life Spring Water!”

”Gaia might have fled to Hell, then went to the Sea of Chaos, and was taken as a subordinate by a certain Chaos Lord Slaran.” Yunfeng glanced at the tablet twice, then answered with a strange face, ”Aesces is really a lucky world.”

”Slaran?” Amid a group of bewildered people, Lu Huayu had a clue, ”Ah... it’s impossible to be the plane ruler from the Sea of Chaos; he wouldn’t be interested in a broken deity like Gaia, so, Sendam?”

”What is that?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

”A big yellow toad,” Lu Huayu replied with a weird expression.

Yunfeng immediately understood why he knew... In many ways, Ambori easily attracted the attention of that Slaran mad lord.

Sendam’s only Divinity that could remain was madness.

And she loved to amplify this mental impact, making all beings connected with her even crazier; Toril only acknowledged beings that Sendam liked, besides Cyric, was Ambori.

Cyric never admitted to being a bit mad; if Sendam truly contacted him, the result would be a concern, only Ambori... The Goddess of the Near Seas knew her situation and enjoyed it.

She quite liked her crazy self, especially when her madness prevented many beings from dealing too much with her.

Her attitude towards Lu Huayu showed most times she played the fool.

So, even if leaving some fallback for herself... like in the future, if Toril couldn’t contain her, she’d only go to the Sea of Chaos to be a mother toad... Ambori wouldn’t link her spirit with Sendam.

Yunfeng tilted his head sideways; he knew this mainly because, well, Hydra.

The Sea of Chaos wasn’t a real sea, but those big toads loving to spread frogspawn and chaos power all around like to start with snakes, fish, and the like.

However, Hydra, despite having many heads, unfortunately belonged to order.

But his other siblings... Hydra isn’t a single-birth creature... most of them are chaotic.

Therefore, Hydra also knows some things about the Sea of Chaos.

Back then, due to having to carry a dirty chair for miles shipping goods, Hydra got some stimulation, then returned to think about divine power that had beckoned him throughout his life.

Even though the best to deal with was the former Underdark master, the big lizard, the deceased Main God wasn’t as good as a dog.

Alive ones, surprisingly, Shaer was still the strongest.

At least, as long as he obediently followed orders and didn’t interact much with those scheming Night Cloaks, he could enjoy well-deserved rewards.

So, even frequently shuttling between Chult and Agleya, Hydra was fairly content... both Elves and the Undead Tribe knew him and wouldn’t act when seeing the evil crimson glow on him.

Other Followers of the Night weren’t the same.

The Undead Tribe acted quickly... usually before their mouths opened, the person was gone.

For Shaer, having four Chosen live simultaneously in Toril was the best moment in decades for her dealing with followers, absolutely no chance for a specialized messenger.

And the other three Chosen ones wouldn’t be like the Hydra, willing to run back and forth for ample food rewards.

The ’Old Age Striking King’ brought the topic back to a realm she could understand: ”So, that Bottle of Life could harm Hill, and he didn’t want to keep it, so he simply used all his strength?

Is he in that Heavenly Realm now?

Speaking of which, what’s the Heavenly Realm of Aesces like?”

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Hill silently sighed.

He really didn’t expect that Aesces’ Heavenly Realm would be so consistent with its name.

Even while pouring the Force of Nature into the dark green earthen jar with all his might, Hill couldn’t resist the urge to look around... After all, he was a bit worried that if he exerted too much force, he would fall and die on a ground that might not even exist.

These are peaks above white clouds.

No, where Hill was should be called a mountain range... and there wasn’t even a single tree, just barren Obsidian.

In a 1000-kilometer radius around this Obsidian mountain range, there are no other peaks; if not for Hill’s eyes, you probably wouldn’t even see those distant peaks so close together.

That’s probably where the so-called Great Sage resides.

And Hill, carrying something that could cause big trouble, was sent by Aesces to a separate area, without even a blade of grass!

Hill pursed his lips and glanced back at his Magic Tower.

List was standing at the door, looking at him with concern.

Behind List, various Puppets can be seen quickly walking around... Dear Tower Spirit sir, upon appearing, swiftly took over the internal affairs, not only beginning to reorganize the somewhat messy Magic Tower but also moving some materials Hill had piled up in the hall into the Half-plane.

No way around it, Hill is always a hands-off manager, knowing where to categorize things is the professional quality of an Alchemist!

And Purwell... Who could expect anything from a Little Whale that doesn’t even understand their own racial heritage?

So List’s initial joy upon coming out didn’t last even a minute before quickly switching to battle mode... Hill is quick to classify, but unfortunately, in the seven-story Magic Tower, except for the top residential level, the middle Alchemy Laboratory, and the reception hall at the bottom, everything else is crammed full.

List really doesn’t want to ask Hill why he doesn’t stuff these things into his storage tool; he knows the answer would just overheat his Intelligence Core.

Hill had no idea how many dramatic thoughts were stirring in the smiling Tower Spirit’s mind as he looked at him; he just happily waved at List, expressing his sincere joy and assurance that he didn’t need to worry.

Gaia’s Bottle of Life hasn’t completely fallen.

Or rather, like Purwell back then, she hid her last bit of Soul Light into the endless seeds inside the bottle; although the external shell... the green earthen jar and that curved spring water had completely decayed and fallen, she left a glimmer of life for herself.

And Gaia probably didn’t stay in the Sea of Chaos for very long, maybe not even ten thousand years, before coming out to complete her great task of reviving the Greek Gods... and planting frog eggs.

For Gaia, who always valued bloodline connections, after all, humans and deities from any universe have nothing to do with her; she doesn’t care which world is completely destroyed by frog eggs.

As for her and her children, transforming into another form of life doesn’t matter... Gaia, inherently chaotic and dark, could easily be tempted by that mad lord.

But a jar birthed to plant life was not willing to completely transform itself.

However, being Gaia’s associated Divine Artifact, the jar could only choose to hide itself, waiting for a future opportunity.

Although understanding the chaos and confused nature of the Greek God System for a long time, Hill, in this lifetime, truly saw for the first time a divine artifact actively resisting its accompanying deity!

Usually, it’s the so-called acquired artifacts that have such behavior... Hill had encountered them before.

So, even though the jar’s active cooperation allowed him to easily suppress Gaia’s Divine Power on the ’Bottle of Life’ and restore it to its factory settings, Hill wasn’t too keen on keeping this thing by his side.

But it is, after all, the Bottle of Life.

The most precious aspect of such an auxiliary divine artifact is that it collects seeds from every world it experiences, then uses Life Force to replicate them.

Hill couldn’t do that.

He could make plants take root and germinate, but he couldn’t create seeds out of nowhere.

Hill squatted down, dazed at the motionless earthen jar.

The spirituality of the Bottle of Life fell into a deep sleep due to its reckless cooperation just now; the best result is sleeping for a thousand years.

This left Hill a bit conflicted... His rationality told him this thing was great for him, but his cleanliness told him, no, he didn’t want to touch it.