Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Even with preconceived notions, Hill still exerted a lot of effort to discern a bit of the problem.

That male impersonator beauty is constantly causing trouble for others.

She’s given everyone a bit of a problem; she hasn’t spared anyone.

Quite reminiscent of Celene’s style, yet it’s clear that she categorized these minor troubles.

Probably retaliating one by one according to the degree of offense against her.

This proves that although she’s a bit mad, it’s a rational and logical madness... while she seeks revenge on everyone, it’s not an inexplicable attack.

The others don’t see as clearly as Hill because they’re unable to discern how much trouble those subtle actions cause for the owners of those magic lines.

From the start, Hill never considered her the real rebel, also bewildered by her messy operational style.

After all, without hearing a detailed introduction from AO, he truly couldn’t believe that these gods of order would stoop to such unremarkable trivialities out of boredom.

Exactly, unremarkable.

The greatest effect of her numerous minor actions could only be when Asmodier successfully breaks through, making some gods of order blossom with wounds and shed blood.

What counts for the gods of order living in positive energy?

Receiving some wounds, losing some face... and amidst the major events of certain gods of order following Asmodier, even the injured themselves probably wouldn’t care.

Another lady’s maneuver bears a striking resemblance to hers.

The most important thing is that, compared to that male impersonator beauty, this graceful and classically beautiful female god of order clearly gets along quite well with those male gods.

Hill isn’t ignorant of the fact that behind lively laughter there’s also hidden arrows, but... these colleagues who’ve been together for millions of years should reasonably understand each other a bit, don’t you think?

Besides, if someone acts for a million years, it’s not acting anymore... when a persona is so perfected, what’s there to doubt?

Moreover, those three obviously noticed the minor actions of these two ladies... after all, they have their own.

And when they exchanged glances, they friendly smiled.

This indicates that in the minds of the gods of order, it is customary and even somewhat enjoyable to cause minor disruptions to their colleagues while completing the same task.

Everyone does it, so naturally, everyone is also on guard.

Those who are caught off guard probably just accept it, as it shows they weren’t careful enough.

That elegant lady, while setting a triggering trap, even flashed a cunning smile at her target.

And the one she targeted merely shook his head helplessly, waved his hand... the gesture likely implying that once this is over, they’re even.

Clearly, they understand each other very well.

Even those minor actions of the male impersonator beauty who likes to launch full-scale attacks were known to the three.

The gods of order aren’t as tense as Hill had imagined.

Despite their angels being annihilated, despite the need to mentor new attendants in the future, despite inevitably losing face for a while, these gods of order still act with easy composure.

They completely disregard the things they’re about to lose.

Hill withdrew his involuntary disdain and contempt, mentally reprimanding himself: What right do you have to look down on these powerful deities who’ve lived for so long, done so much, and commanded the multiverse for so many years?

Standing on the shoulders of giants and seeing so much, did you think you were equally towering?

Jumping down, he raised his head, stood on tiptoe, yet couldn’t reach their waists!

Shaer and Celene could accomplish things he simply wasn’t qualified to do.

Although those sisters were backed by AO’s influence, their reputation was earned by guarding Toril for hundreds of thousands of years and fighting the Wild God.

What do Hill’s experiences count for?

After all, it was just good luck.

He quietly pressed down his restless heart and seriously looked at the grand screen ahead.

These gods of order clearly intend to sacrifice everything to tear apart the current Asmodier.

AO’s earlier words reminded him... this God Above Gods truly sees the farthest and the most.

The gods of order had long reached the pinnacle of godliness; losing a bit of energy and interest didn’t count for much.

Moreover, they were inherently a bit bored...so remedying those minor losses was also a pleasure for them.

Most importantly, they bear some amount of karmic debt due to those treasures in the conference hall.

However, now these treasures symbolizing karmic debt will depart.

Although some karmic sins are entangled with them, in the multiverse, the hatred and curses of souls mostly concentrate on those precious divine artifacts.

Then, the Abyss and Hell fear the least and welcome the most—these resentments.

Previously, gods of order didn’t do this because they couldn’t... it used to be their way of showcasing their might.

Upon first entering Heavenly Mountain, occupying this powerful Positive Energy Plane, they needed to show their invincibility to all who covet it.

Of course, whether any colleague took the opportunity to stir something up, they can only accept it.

After all, the debts of sin are borne by each person themselves... The more underhanded deeds one has done, the more they will be concerned about the safety of the Heavenly Mountain. Overall, it’s not a bad thing.

They actually understand themselves well... They love the splendid life of being a deity, but hate blood and dust.

In their hearts, the battlefield is the dirtiest and filthiest place.

In the Multiverse, deity groups like those from the Positive Energy Plane, where Tyr is from, who take pride in guarding their homeland and bravely fighting to protect civilians, are in fact rare.

Being willing to shelter their believers makes them good deities.

Therefore, in the early stages, to maintain the sovereignty of Heavenly Mountain, they did quite a bit... Otherwise, they wouldn’t have created the Battle Angel.

The Wild God aside, such filthy creatures as Demons are an insult to stand by for the God of Order.

Yet past glory has become today’s burden.

And these burdens were actively snatched back by themselves... For the sake of face, they cannot throw them away voluntarily.

Therefore, this attack by the Lord of Hell also allows the Gods of Order to escape from this awkward situation.

As for any unfortunate souls who lost their lives.

Even Amanata can be resurrected!

How could these Gods of Order not have resurrection methods?

They are unwilling because this loss of face is quite significant... Whoever dies, knows.

Who would want to open their eyes to see all their colleagues’ curious and happy gazes?

Perhaps someone might even ask if they felt anything while drifting in the Stellar Realm... Lansendel asked this of Amanata, and Hill heard it.

But for the main body of the God of Order, tearing away the past and completely discarding the undeserving shadows over Heavenly Mountain, is worth a sacrifice.

Including the Pool of Life that they are so unwilling to lose, it is a loss they are willing to bear.

The Gods of Order will of course do their utmost to keep the Pool of Life, but they will not be grieved or despair even if they lose it.

As mentioned earlier, their strength is already at its peak, hard to progress further, and they wouldn’t regress by losing the Pool of Life.

All other benefits of the Pool of Life are additional. It’s best to have it, but if not, there are other ways to compensate.

After clearing these things up, Hill immediately focused all his attention on that classical Beauty.

Because it didn’t matter, the boring act of a beauty in male disguise appeared normal.

Because it mattered, the classical Beauty, when doing something wrong, would interact with the supposed victim with a smile... She needs to ensure the other party hasn’t become suspicious.

Didn’t the beauty in male disguise know that what she did was seen by those few?

She knew.

But she didn’t feel the need to show them a good face, nor to let them know what was done for their sake.

What AO said seemed simple, like he was explaining common sense to Celene, but in reality, he had already pointed out the target.

This old man is truly formidable.

Hill raised his guard against him... AO likely understood it when he shifted the grand spectacle to these Gods of Order.

Thus, he calmly explained to Celene and Shaer.

He should have understood who it was and guessed the reason.

Hill glanced slightly at Celene, who was still arguing with Shaer and taking jabs at her own elder... Her intuition in discovering enemies is frightfully strong.

The beauty in male disguise, despite dressing plainly, can be seen at a glance to be female.

Some clothes, when worn by men, highlight their height, long legs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and upright chest.

When the same clothes fit a woman, they exude a unique charm.

Though it’s male attire, and thoroughly covered, there is an indescribable allure.

That is why Shaer would say to Celene... Are you blind? Can’t you see there are two Goddesses present?

But it’s very possible she first saw that dignified and elegant classical beauty at a glance.

Speaking of which, though the two have their own beauty, they are not of the young and pretty kind, but rather, the kind that shows the passage of time.

No wonder Celene’s Silver Madonna is so imposing and timeworn... She must have inherited some memories from AO, likely thinking that image signifies strength and power.

As for Hill, the first he noticed was indeed the beauty in male disguise.

Men... No matter how pure, are still men.

Hill, for the first time, felt his sense of gender is still quite strong.

Although it hasn’t sprouted any fanciful thoughts, looking is still necessary.