Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Before Glaysia restored herself to her full form, she added a layer of black light to Rommel’s Magic Tower.

It seems that Rommel’s stubborn character left a strong impression on this Princess of Hell... Only the gentle and charming demeanor of nobles can slightly touch that mage’s heart, Glaysia remembered this very well.

She clearly had no intention of giving up the idea of whisking Rommel away.

Hill thought she was really a bit sick: You’ve already forced the other party to go with you, what else do you want to show?

Could it be that wearing a human skin will allow you to continue pretending in front of Rommel?

Glaysia was really like those spirits in the ”Strange Tales” who learned to mimic humans but only got the superficial aspects and ultimately could only reveal their beastly nature of eating raw meat with blood.

Especially those heart-digging fox spirits.

Oh~ Hill glanced at Glaysia, who had regained the appearance of the Succubus Queen... and felt it was insulting to those fox spirits.

Of course, being the daughter of Asmodius and Bisozeya, the acknowledged first beauty of hell, Glaysia couldn’t be considered unattractive.

If we only talk about appearance, she’s definitely stronger than those fox spirits.

Glaysia has the very typical Hell Devil stance, apart from the two pairs of large wings exposed, plus a forked tail, horns, and copper-colored skin, her figure is considered graceful, and her appearance is indeed beautiful.

Unfortunately, her expression was too lively, and her eyes too animated.

A bit fierce, but totally lacking that sinister charm... Tsk, there’s a reason the reputation of succubi isn’t as good as that of succubi.

The difference in masters is too great.

The queen in the name of desire emits a seductive aura, probably not even as much as a high-level succubus.

Glaysia threw her head back and laughed: ”Haha~ You dare to let me reclaim my power!

No matter who you are, you will die for me!”

Hill recalled that succubus from years ago who dared to lead the Undead Tribe and couldn’t help but smirk: ”I say, Glaysia, shouldn’t you go and learn from Meikanxiute?

Otherwise, I really don’t understand how you can be compared with her.”

Hill’s plain statement seemed to anger Glaysia even more, and she rushed over with her whip in defiance.

And then was sent flying with a loud slap right onto the White Tower.

The huge White Tower even shook twice.

Fengo, who had just returned to the Black Tower, turned pale and no longer cared about maintaining his human mage image, flapping his wings and charging towards Hill.

Probably worried that Hill would pursue victory.

Moreover, when he found out halfway that Glaysia just felt a bit dizzy and was slowly sitting up, he very knowingly shouted: ”Princess Glaysia, His Majesty requires us to evacuate early, you should leave quickly!

The Sia Tower will always be there, and the person you want will naturally always belong to you!

Come back when everything is settled!”

”That’s not necessarily the case.” Hill interjected with a smile, ”Rommel wouldn’t want to go to hell, if he’s not comfortable, I, as his old friend, can absolutely take him away from this world.”

Fengo, already flying over Hill’s head, spoke rigidly: ”You are so mighty, why the need for disguise?

Surely you won’t hide from others?”

Hill gave him a gentle smile: ”What can I do? I’m afraid of Asmodius!”

Fengo felt like flowers were about to bloom on his forehead... you’re afraid of the Lord of Hell, yet you just slapped his daughter in front of you?

How could someone strong enough to send Glaysia flying with one slap not know what happened outside!

Moreover, Glaysia is now in full power mode, as a Princess of Hell, she naturally has a strong defensive counterattack aura.

Someone lacking the power wouldn’t even touch her hem, let alone suppressing that innate halo and slapping Glaysia so far away... The White Tower is at least a dozen kilometers away!

”You must be joking, your behavior doesn’t reflect that.” Fengo smiled politely.

”This is no joke.”

Hill suddenly lightly jumped, and as he brushed past Fengo, he waved his hand, sending this Hell Prosecutor decked out in layers of shields back to his Black Tower... Possibly because his shields were quite diverse, although it also slammed the Black Tower a few times, Fengo himself was safe enough.

Glaysia, just recovering from her dizziness, hadn’t gotten up yet and was kicked back to the White Tower again.

But this time, it didn’t hurt her personally... probably because Asmodius left her with a divine artifact for survival.

Only the White Tower trembled violently in the wind.

Hill pursed his lips and kicked that light shield a few more times.

Then he quickly judged that if he didn’t use all his strength, it wouldn’t be easy to break through the defense of this thing.

”Damn it! My White Tower!” Standing in the black light orb and ready to counterattack, Princess Glacia suddenly shouted.

The White Tower, which had been struck several times by Glacia’s large light orb, finally couldn’t withstand the violent tremors and broke in the middle.

Those mages stationed on the White Tower frantically fled to the outside... none dared to fly towards Hill.

”Your Excellency!”

Disregarding his own Black Tower, Fengo flew over once more: ”Who exactly are you?

The Lord of Hell also wants to know why such an attack happened!

Since you still show some restraint towards the great Asmodeus... don’t humiliate his only princess in this way!”

Fengo actually figured it out; the other party wouldn’t go as far as to kill Glacia.

Otherwise, how could a mage just use brute force and not spell?

Damn, what kind of mage has strength that even rivals Kostcheqi, the Frost Giant Lord?

”I already said I fear Asmodeus, so why show my face?” Hill responded leisurely.

Fengo was taken aback, then quickly showed a listening expression, and a few seconds later looked at him again: ”The great Asmodeus has already guessed your identity!

There’s no point in hiding any further!”

”Hmm... indeed, the aggrieved party is always the first to be guessed.” Hill returned with a cold smile, ”He already knows who I am, so why doesn’t he know why I hit Glacia?”

Fengo was startled: ”Princess Glacia is innocent...”

Hill, slowly reverting to his original form, couldn’t help but laugh: ”Your words really don’t sound like they came from a devil’s mouth.

Moreover, you say she is innocent?

Even without considering that the beneficiary must be guilty, are you dare to claim to me that Glacia is innocent?”

Although famed for his eloquence in Hell, Fengo at this moment also couldn’t argue anymore... Just hearing it, you knew Glacia herself had done something deserving of a beating.

This clearly powerful individual from Teraxil probably wouldn’t let it go easily.

”Hmm? You’re actually so pretty! How could you bear to hide this face?

What’s your name?” Just recovering from the dizziness, holding a short sword that gleamed blue, clearly coated with poison, and was eager to rush at Hill, Princess Glacia suddenly uttered a sentence that made the tense Fengo feel a bit powerless.

Although it was long known that Glacia was a looks-appreciator, the fact that she was so out of line when her target was supposedly her own life... really left Fengo bewildered.

If their future Lord of Hell behaves like this, shouldn’t we devils just pray day and night, hoping that our great Lord of Hell Asmodeus remains immortal?

He couldn’t even imagine the scenario if one day Asmodeus fell, and Hell fell into Glacia’s hands... Was his master’s increased desire for Bisozeya’s resurrection also a sign of this worry?

Of course, Fengo also understood a bit of Asmodeus’s intention: Bisozeya and his next child, it’d be best if their bloodlines weren’t that pure.

In that case, whether they could become the next Lord of Hell would not be much related to the child’s ability itself, it would just depend on whom Asmodeus valued more.

Just like the current Bottomless Abyss, several demon princes, when speaking of them, are not necessarily weaker than the former Queen of Chaos, but none of them have that ambition of the Queen of Chaos that even wanted to suppress the Abyssal Will... isn’t it just because whoever wants to ascend must gain the recognition of the Abyssal Will?

Even the two strongest among them, who can slightly touch the deepest laws of the Abyss, would not dare to easily touch the taboos of the Abyssal Will when there is an enemy next door who could strike at any time.

Based on Fengo’s understanding of his master, always meticulous in actions, Asmodeus could never tolerate having no one behind him but also didn’t want any entity threatening his rule, even if it was his own child.

And Glacia, though because of her own brain, she had lost any threat to Asmodeus’s position... her strength that could grow infinitely without needing Asmodeus’s permission was the biggest threat to the Lord of Hell.

What if, Glacia wasn’t this Glacia?

Even if Bisozeya purposely pampered this daughter, letting her have no ambition for power, preferring not to provoke Asmodeus’s hostility due to her deep connection with Hell, the threat is still a threat.

Hence, Fengo appeared so weak and powerless in this world... anyway, Glacia doesn’t need any lure, she’ll mess everything up on her own.

Even the core will of Hell can see, not wanting a brother or sister who could threaten her position is entirely out of Glacia’s own intention.

And Asmodeus just trusts his daughter.

Given that much love and freedom to Glacia, how could Glacia ever harm her mother?

Unfortunately, since Princess Glacia is so useful in this regard, he could only endure the torment brought about in another aspect for his master.

Fengo couldn’t help but sigh: ”Princess Glacia, this is the son of the World Tree, the descendant of Coron, Mr. Hill.

His status is equivalent to yours, could you be a bit more polite, please?”