Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Hill reached out and summoned a crystal plate into his hand.

”William refused to give me this.” Lansendel looked at the crystal plate, which could link to the Main God Artifact of the God of Time and Space, with envy.

The deities here all had defective versions... The ones they had didn’t link to the Main God Artifact within the Divine Kingdom of the God of Time and Space but a secondary artifact made specifically for Toril.

That item was specially allocated for Toril; although it can observe the movements of the Toril Undead Clan, it can’t do so for other worlds.

Just like in his world, it’s also controlled by a secondary artifact separated from the Main God Artifact... Though Lansendel could understand that the God of Time and Space wouldn’t let other deities control his crucial artifacts, he still felt a bit regretful.

But Lansendel glanced at Shaer... If Hill can use it, can Shaer use it too?

”You’re not like me, who must have it nearby to see.” Hill looked at him, ”In places where the Undead are present, there are giant screens; you’re not unable to see.

I remember the young master set up a giant screen in front of your Dawn Tower?

Can’t you watch whatever you want?”

Lansendel shook his head and laughed twice: Hill, this child, always likes to dodge crucial moments.

The artifact, to be frank, still belongs to the Undead.

If one day, the young master and their group no longer went to Toril, that thing would naturally just disappear.

Although the Toril Gods can continue to use the secondary artifact from Toril to observe the mortal world, without the wandering, inquisitive Undead, how much could they really see?

It’s nothing more than what they do now, using cameras to observe key events.

These things seem significant, but they essentially don’t affect any fundamental existence of Toril, which is why AO has no reaction.

As for whether Shaer has it... Lansendel suddenly realized it makes no difference.

Any good things Shaer would have wouldn’t be shared with Toril’s beings, even her followers.

Though her Chosen have some control over artifacts, it’s purely for them to complete tasks better.

Moreover... Lansendel glanced at Hill, he didn’t even think many deities and powerful beings in Teraxil could own this crystal plate.

This is different from what’s absolutely controlled by the God of Time and Space that the Undead have; Hill, being such a powerful Alchemist Master, could certainly do something to the crystal plate... This is directly linked to the avatar of the Main God Artifact of the God of Time and Space!

Though Hill is inherently kind and always upright, Lansendel sneered slightly, the Kind Alignment is often the scariest when it deceives people.

Of course, he trusts Hill very much, even sharing many of his good things with him... but this doesn’t include artifacts that can directly link to his Divine Kingdom.

However, the God of Time and Space trusted Hill with control without hesitation.

He truly trusts the child he watched grow up.

On the other hand, Hill also isn’t afraid to use it.

This item is stored in his portable Magic Tower!

It implies that whenever the God of Time and Space wishes, He can directly enter his personal space.

How Lansendel thinks, he feels the characters of Teraxil’s gods and humans are hard to fathom.

In Lansendel’s eyes, Hill isn’t someone who easily trusts others.

Just like Selene, who’s quite annoying verbally but shows great friendliness towards Hill, Hill’s attitude remains cold... openly cold.

He’s indeed sincere, but also genuinely indifferent.

Hmm... huh?

Lansendel’s initially scattered attention was quickly captured by the giant screen that finally stopped switching after a quick toggle.

Hill raised three giant screens simultaneously because the Undead opened too many live broadcast rooms... When specific family broadcast rooms aren’t lit, the individually raised small screens are really hard to discern.

Fortunately, Hill’s luck is always good; he found it after just a few switches.

It might also be because the young master’s large face is too distinctive.

”Young Master, Perfect Bald, and Magic Sword.” Hill muttered softly, ”There’s also someone filming, no idea who, but it’s definitely a man.”

Even if a girl’s filming skills are poor, it wouldn’t be filmed in this manner.

At least, the ’Magic Sword’ head wouldn’t have a long section above, while ’Perfect Bald’ and ’Young Master’ only showed up as heads on the screen.

Then the focal point is Magic Sword’s waist... Making the loli and shota faces on the side appear especially fierce.

Certainly, it might also be due to ’Magic Sword’s’ bright red clothes, under the greenish glow, reflecting an even more eerie light.

And this notorious Black Rose’s unlucky fellow is one of the induced causes behind the series of screams just emitted by ’Perfect Bald’ and ’Young Master’.

Furthermore, Hill saw their location and knew why the sound had been so loud just then... That cave was a rare natural horn-like shape.

Even if it was a stone horn, the sound emitted would be amplified several times over.

Not to mention, this is still a steel mountain.

The fine steel horn, absolutely loud.

Plus, both ’Perfect Bald’ and ’Young Master’ have relatively loud voices and sufficient breath.

Then, the reason why ’Old Age Striking King’ suffered such a big hit is also because she just happened to be standing right at the horn’s mouth.

Think about it, with a thin layer of steel over the horn’s mouth, imagine what kind of resonance would occur to understand the level of suffering ’Old Age Striking King’ went through.

But actually, the steel sheet was just that small; if ’Old Age Striking King’ had moved about three meters away, she wouldn’t have suffered so greatly.

Clearly, she usually has pretty good luck.

So, Hill said, ’Young Master’ is sometimes really her nemesis... although every time he gets sick, he gets caught and beaten fiercely by ’Old Age Striking King’, he really succeeds often.

”Hill, is there something wrong with the terrain here?” Lansendel asked in surprise.

As expected of the Lord of Dawn, who always loves music and art, he immediately noticed something was amiss.

”Hmm, it looks a bit like a horn.”

”Hmm...” Lansendel tilted his head and gave a very friendly evaluation, ”Young Master’s voice matches the jumping of scales well, indeed an excellent conductor.”

Hill couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.

”What is all this stuff?” Shaer suddenly asked from the back, ”Does Teraxil have such legends?”

”Teraxil doesn’t, the Undead Tribe does.” Hill smiled, ”They used to design a lot to create scary illusory realms.

My grandfather Fran, although he made quite a few, still had many designs left.

Just, over time, they probably forgot it themselves... I think this Hundred Ghost Night Parade, Bride’s Wedding, were actually taken out by Young Master’s Wenjian World Youth Expedition group’s blueprints!”

Shaer hesitated for a few seconds before saying: ”I know what you’re talking about, William showed me.

It’s just a bit bloody and dirty, looks like a Ghoul Parade... I thought they were all of similar types!”

”That kind, suitable for humans in our world to see, since the Undead Scourge indeed happened in reality, mortals will always fear such imagery.” Hill pointed at the screen, ”And this kind, it’s actually more terrifying to the Undead Tribe.

That’s why William didn’t adopt it originally.

He didn’t want to scare the Undead Tribe.”

Then Hill pointed at his own nose: ”But I’m different.”

Shaer could only smile slightly and hide herself in the vines again.

”Although, hmm, it’s not quite the same as I initially said.” Hill pondered for a few seconds before saying to Lansendel, who was stamping his foot and laughing at ’Young Master’ terrified and jumping around crazily, still getting cursed by ’Perfect Bald’ for stepping on his neighbor’s foot, ”But, at tomorrow’s dawn, the Undead Tribe will appear under the Magic Tower no matter what.

Aren’t you going to find Josh to have a chat?”

Lansendel tilted his head: ”I went!”

He actually just said earlier that he doesn’t have enough avatars... yet to watch the commotion, he directly created one?

”Ah, this is a virtual avatar, only needs a bit of divinity to do it.” Lansendel seemed to understand Hill’s look, so he directly explained, ”It’ll disappear after saying what needs to be said.

I don’t want to listen to Josh’s endless whys, just need to tell him what to do.

Anyway, when dawn comes, I’ll put those task puppet boxes that can automatically release tasks in your Magic Tower’s hall.”

Although those items can be controlled by energy baryte, they also require a high-level intelligence core for control.

So, before the Dawn Tower is established, it’s temporarily handed to List to manage.

Hill lent out his lower-level hall for a month.

”Hmm?” Shaer suddenly reacted, ”The reason you don’t care about Josh’s hard-head is that you can use the Temporal Artifact to control the Dawn Tower!

Indeed, since this world isn’t that important to you, it’s fine to let the artifact control the Dawn Tower.

It can rightly help monitor the brainless elect, lest they get deceived...”

”Who can deceive my elect?” Lansendel interrupted Shaer with a cold smile, ”Josh just isn’t interested, doesn’t want to deal with it, or listen to annoying nonsense, but he absolutely won’t be deceived.”

Shaer glanced at him: ”Indeed, Morninglight Elects have always been the type to suspect you’re deceiving me and then directly start killing.”

”But they’ve never killed wrongly.” Lansendel replied without hesitation, ”Especially your believers who love sowing discord.”

Hill tilted his head slightly and asked calmly: ”So, Shaer, are you planning to distribute tasks directly through the crystal plate?

Or put a few task puppets in the hall too?”

”The hall will do.” Shaer quickly replied, ”Rest assured, I won’t let you be left without breath.”