Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Lansendel stood resolutely by Shaer’s side, watching her ponder how to exploit a loophole in Heavenly Mountain to build a camera station that could automatically move.

Speaking of which, that boss above William, clearly the God of Time and Space, why is he so skilled in the art of photography?

This gadget has already been made as small as a fingernail, and as long as Shaer uses shadow force to activate it, it can stick firmly to the shadows.

Shaer now needs only to find a loophole that allows her to directly command the shadows to freely leap through space, without worrying about her installed camera tools falling behind.

Previously, the deities here in Toril weren’t interested in these tools because everyone could use Water Shadow Technique.

That technique is actually quite clear, even the smallest expressions can be seen distinctly.

Yet no one ever thought of sharing this thing with others... After all, they can always reminisce about the past in their memories, leaving nothing in the Mortal World.

However, just like this unusually interested Shaer, who is willing to do this preparation work now... Lansendel suddenly found that watching the spectacle with others is completely different.

Even when replaying video, having a shocked companion nearby greatly heightens their enthusiasm.

Therefore, he also went to buy some exquisitely sturdy photographic Strange Objects from William... those things seem to be related to space, and slightly involve some Space-time Law, only obtainable from Teraxil’s God of Justice.

It’s difficult for others to imitate.

As a well-known Master of Strange Objects, Lansendel actually tried to mimic once... but he really doesn’t know what kind of method can allow images to release while leaving imprints.

The Lord of Dawn, who can’t quite grasp concepts like memory and cache, can only credit the uniqueness of the Space-time Law.

But like the recording Strange Objects in Shaer’s hand, which can even follow her Shadow Force to complete space jumps, Lansendel truly doesn’t have one.

Clearly, even if William is willing to customize one for him, Lansendel couldn’t request it... this requires that God of Time and Space to be very familiar with the essence of their power to achieve.

Honestly, the first time Lansendel saw Shaer fiddling with such things, his eyes nearly popped out... Even if Heim squared off with Cyric 100 times, it wouldn’t be as shocking!

This is the privacy-valuing Shaer!

Yet, this Lady of the Dark Night indeed revealed part of her essence to William.

Lansendel was worried that Shaer might leak the matter here to Cyric because her relationship with William has become tangled.

The only one who could grant Shaer such immense trust is Celene before the creation of the Sun.

She is her twin sister, a war companion for hundreds of thousands of years!

Thus, William must have given Shaer sufficient confidence... Lansendel couldn’t guess what he did, but Shaer must be very sure William wouldn’t turn against her for implementing the dream that would bring Toril back to silence.

Thus, even though William is curious about Toril, he refuses to step foot.

And AO hasn’t harbored any excessive thoughts regarding Teraxil’s visitors... utilization is inevitable.

But using without regard for life and just borrowing use is a big difference.

The native deities of Toril don’t necessarily have such good treatment... Millions of the Undead Tribe seem to be doing quite well.

Although it’s related to that bunch being Soul Projections, aren’t the decisions still made by that Undead Tribe themselves?

How could AO not find a way to utilize them?

Therefore, upon realizing AO might truly be interested in Dual Core Day, Lansendel focused his spirit on Shaer, who intentionally left traces.

Even if she’s not actively doing anything, if Cyric truly comes over, she might inadvertently spill the beans.

Then... Lansendel crossed his arms standing beside Shaer who continued to fiddle... Is this person unable to find a loophole, or unwilling to play dirty in front of William?

Probably the latter.

With Shaer’s essence of Darkness, how could there be shadows that puzzle her for so long?

She is simply stalling for time.

Grateful to the World Tree... Lansendel smiled inwardly: Cyric chose to look at the floral Lansendel rather than the melon Shaer.

Although there’s a problem with the head, Cyric is still the one who can’t resist smelling the fragrance while stealing or even slaying.

Actually, compared to other deities, Lansendel is the one who understands best why Heim chose Cyric over Shuni.

Not because Cyric’s portrayal of the girl seemed more gentle and loving towards him... Heim is the Protector of Slave Master!

He’s seen countless tender girls, guaranteed to vary in style.

Otherwise, the Goddess of Lust like Shuni, who preferred vibrant, enticing methods, would not portray reserved and steady, playing coy kind of girl!

Heim indeed lacks no women who are good to him, or even goddesses.

But Cyric truly has a bit of a romantic inclination.

Lansendel has seen him not once, holding flowers with a sincere look, tenderly sniffing amidst bloodshed.

His Divine Kingdom indeed has many elves!

Any elf witnessing this scene considers that moment’s Cyric strikingly beautiful.

Shuni probably lost at this point... She pretended to be the least like herself, while the competitor beside her with similar looks was not only adept at battle and strong and courageous, but also, after a fight covered in blood, would forget everything to appreciate a flower or a blade of grass.

Completely pretending lost to a trace of nature, Lansendel found it inevitable.

Only the young lads who just stepped out would feel that Shuni was more attractive.

Of course, Shaer, who noticed Lansendel’s actions, secretly pouted.

If she really wanted to cause trouble, how could she do it in a way that even Lansendel could sense something was off?

Shaer was simply unwilling to do nothing, so she decided to leave everything to fate.

Cyric’s turn at that moment... However, sometimes Shaer also felt, whether before Tai Ji’s demise, all the beautiful blessings were given to this Great Peacock.

This guy, although not achieving what he desires, never seems hurt by major failures.

Moreover, actually most of the time, he basically gets what he wants.

Even the blood droplets chipped off by Silverfire can become natural divine artifacts!

Although theoretically, everything about deities can become divine artifacts.

But if it were that easy, the battlefield of the gods would be scattered with gems and treasures!

Ha~

Others get injured and manage to create some divine artifacts... But at least it’s a finger or an eyeball, right?

Who else like him, just a few drops of blood... Tsk~

Back then, Celene, no, it should be Suren, was beaten so badly she was bleeding rivers, yet no good things came out!

Shaer looked at Lansendel disdainfully... Such a thing, is it worth Tai Ji paying so much?

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Hill was a bit puzzled.

He always felt that, although there was no conversation, something seemed off between Lansendel and Shaer.

Although the two were sitting very far apart, it seemed like they were clashing with their aura.

”No need to watch~” Celene laughed joyfully, ”Hehehe~ The two of them are exerting themselves in the Heavenly Mountain!

Scared so many gods to death!”

Hill couldn’t help but tilt his head.

”Ah~ Probably just below the shock level of me standing side by side with Shaer discussing whether to have a drink together!” Celene indicated she knew clearly, ”I hung in the sky and saw several kind gods. They nearly got themselves killed by demons when they went out to stop them~

All of them got scared twisted ankles by them chatting and laughing~”

She was as happy as a Bai Ling Bird drunk on mead, talking and laughing, gesturing.

Hill, however, detected the crisis at the Heavenly Mountain at this moment... Although there were kind alignment deities willing to take action, they only went to stop those demons that were killing indiscriminately.

The demons that obeyed orders charging toward the top of the Heavenly Mountain, and the devils that would certainly not run amok, had no one coming out to stop them.

The Bottomless Abyss and the nine layers of hell were said to be in joint operation, but secretly, another third party was secretly assisting... Those deities who had moved into the Heavenly Mountain yet were very seriously exploited.

After all, they were tricked into entering at the beginning... like those unlucky Greek Gods.

Although Athena is doing quite well, this is not a reason for the God of Order to deceive the Greek Gods.

Those guys truly lived to a deservedly damned time.

Hill completely didn’t care what Lansendel and Shaer were doing over there... After all, dawn was about to break.

Lansendel never acted, isn’t he waiting for dawn?

As for the World Tree’s response, Hill naturally saw it from the Lord of Dawn, sitting there and covered in blooming roses.

Hill actually felt like laughing... But he could understand, at the World Tree, roses probably haven’t become a symbol of love.

And these splendid roses indeed matched the impression Lansendel gave to the tree.

The first time Hill saw Lansendel, it was also like seeing a blooming rose... vibrant and vivid, bright and dazzling.

He would find this guy a bit troublesome due to the disasters Lansendel caused, but in the World Tree’s perspective of only seeing the essence... this guy really lived with a lot of vitality.

Hill gently looked at the night sky, already slightly lightening.

Lansendel suddenly stood up abruptly: ”Celene, throw that Aislin onto the sun!”

”Um?” Celene was a bit flustered but responded directly, ”Already there.”

”Amanata, that idiot!” Lansendel left a sentence and disappeared.