Surviving The Fourth Calamity

If Celene is naturally restless... then even Hill, who is battle-scarred and from a certain background, found Amanata’s speaking style to be painfully outdated, clichéd, and verbose.

Even though Hill was watching the captivating plays within plays of Olympia, he would frequently drift into his own thoughts because the buzzing sound was simply too irritating.

He thought that after dealing with the nonsense and ramblings of the Little Fairies, he could withstand any verbal assault... but in front of Amanata, he still ended up defeated.

On the contrary, Celene and Shaer didn’t seem to mind it.

Indeed, interacting for tens of thousands of years is completely different from the so-called dozen years of painful torment that Hill went through.

Not to mention Celene, even Lansendel, standing opposite Amanata, looked merely a bit annoyed.

He didn’t even open his mouth to stop Amanata... naturally, this might have something to do with him focusing his attention on the Heavenly Mountain.

Hill felt his gaze was a bit absent, and his responses to Amanata’s words were particularly brief, somewhat like bouncing between particles and tone words.

After all, Amanata was just stalling for time... though Hill didn’t know exactly what he wanted, since Lansendel chose to cooperate, Hill didn’t pay much attention.

Hill could see that these few were waiting for the next move of the Styx Will.

Even though this world, due to its particularity, lost the interest of Lansendel, Celene, and the enticed Amanata, they also invested their efforts.

Not to mention, behind Lansendel’s Chosen, there stood the Mages of the Defense Tower!

With Lansendel’s personality, he would absolutely not allow his Chosen who have been laboring for so many years to leave empty-handed.

The Styx must either hand over some power or give adequate benefits.

Although Lansendel’s main target, Aislin the Styx locator, has already gained the Styx’s recognition, the Dawn Believers will no longer have to worry about getting lost in the Styx... Celene certainly isn’t worried about this point; her Divine Kingdom is actually quite empty.

Many Silvermoon Devotees prefer to enter the Styx.

They enjoy the life of the Silvermoon Church more, but their souls after death aren’t that devout... of course, the Chosen and those High Priests still eagerly wish to become those angel-like soul beings like the Silvermoon Maiden.

But only them.

Ordinary devotees aren’t very interested.

More importantly, if Silvermoon Devotees were to suddenly die in great numbers, it would mean officially starting a war with the Envoy of the Night.

If that time comes, Celene would undoubtedly gather these loyal devotees directly into her Divine Kingdom, with no worries about losing them.

As for the usual times... just a small number, even if the Silvermoon Maiden is naturally inclined, her Divine Fire can still do the job.

But Lansendel is different.

Everyone knows why his devotees get lost in the Styx... so many died that they blocked the entrance to the Styx.

Lansendel and his angels tried their best to collect but didn’t manage to gather everyone, letting some souls drift along the Styx.

However, at that time, Hell wasn’t as formidable as it is now, and didn’t dare to confront Lansendel, who was furious and looking for a scapegoat, to snatch souls. So, although it was a bit troublesome, he still managed to send all his followers into his own swiftly growing Divine Kingdom.

Of course, the so-called little trouble was enough to have Lansendel lingering at the Styx for hundreds of years.

For the Lord of Dawn, the appearance of this problem wasn’t too bad... at least it helped calm his passionately boiling wish to fight to the death with AO.

He finally admitted his own helplessness.

Lansendel finally understood what it meant that in the face of overwhelming power, all schemes are futile.

After all, before, he was the one making others realize this, having never been knocked down before, he always had a hopeful heart.

Certainly, the ever-passionate and hopeful Lord of Dawn didn’t truly sink into despair... he has witnessed Toril reboot countless times and knows that the future of this world might not be destined for eternity.

Lansendel could even understand Shaer’s longing for Toril to return to stillness.

Toril, accelerated in its operation, has lived through millions of years of development, akin to billions in other worlds... and in the Multiverse, only the God System is eternal.

Weren’t the Elves once unable to protect their homeland and had to migrate to other Universes for survival?

The living star systems closest to the Multiverse center, where the World Tree exists, have mostly been destroyed by infinite radiation.

What he disagrees with is Shaer targeting innocent weaklings.

She wants to restore the world to its past state, and the only possibility is to make AO leave.

Yet, she can’t achieve this.

Every attempt creates wrath and turmoil, earth-shattering destruction, only for AO to emerge and smooth everything over.

The ones suffering are mere mortals.

And Shaer’s own willpower and self-control.

Back then, Lansendel genuinely wanted to be an enemy to the Lady of the Night... her unrestrained harm to the weak greatly displeased him.

If Shaer were only continuing her battle with Celene, Lansendel would not bother to interfere.

Lansendel never imagined that one day he could sit amicably with Shaer, watching someone else’s fun.

This is unlike before, where Hill was always in between... In this magical world, there always are people who possess that kind of charm which allows hostile sides to temporarily cease fighting.

It’s just that in the past, no one’s charm was powerful enough to calm down Shaer and Lansendel.

Or rather, very few could make them both simultaneously feel that someone was decent enough to have a drink together.

Generally speaking, it’s Suuni and those so-called Goddesses of Love and Lust, who rely on their charm to make certain guests remain temporarily well-behaved for certain pleasures... Lansendel shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking like this; it was too insulting to Hill.

No choice, even though he tried very hard to block Amanata’s nonsense, those voices always reached his ears regardless.

If not, he wouldn’t have wanted to hand it over to Styx... Lansendel sighed heavily... he would have long returned to Hill’s side to comfortably watch someone else’s fun!

"What madness are you spouting?" Shaer, sitting left and right with Lansendel atop the crown of an enormous tree, asked coldly.

"Amanata, so noisy." Lansendel exhaled heavily, saying, "Didn’t you hear it too?"

"Oh, I didn’t." Shaer replied lightly, "Celene is also noisy, so I sealed the ears of the avatar over there."

"Huh?" Lansendel asked in surprise, "You don’t care about her?

If no one controls her, she could really unravel AO’s schemes completely!"

"Heh~" Shaer curled her lips into a mocking smile, "Celene is that old man’s most beloved and tolerated; he wouldn’t care about such trivial matters.

Anyway, Hill wouldn’t say much."

Lansendel blinked... What’s Hill got to do with this?

The child has never proactively involved himself in the troubles of other worlds.

Moreover, isn’t AO’s scheme affecting the Undead Tribe?

Lansendel scratched his rose gold hair, feeling a bit confused... Celene’s talkativeness, shouldn’t the one most concerned be Shaer’s little lover?

After a while, he suddenly understood: "Oh~ so you..."

"Dimogogan broke the seal of Mount Zeus." Shaer interrupted Lansendel’s words exceptionally calmly.

She didn’t want to hear how Lansendel’s bird mouth would describe her love story.

"Hmm?" Lansendel’s attention was immediately diverted, "Ah... seriously, he’s literally dug into his nest!

How did Dimogogan confirm Zeus’ location?

The deities asleep in that mountain aren’t just him alone... Besides, Zeus isn’t even at the center.

Although Asmodeus might know, no way would he tell such a thing to Abyssal Will."

"You’re overthinking." Shaer lightly reminded him, "The old man might have used the connection between Cyric and Apollo, but he still has some principles.

He would use devils and demons but wouldn’t have any dealings with them."

"Hmm? Oh..." Lansendel hesitated and nodded: Although Shaer doesn’t like to speak the truth often, she rarely tells lies that can be easily debunked.

Her lies are always nine parts truth and one part false.

But that one false part is the most crucial.

"The toads in the Chaos Sea hold that Greek Elder in their hands." Shaer suddenly chuckled, "If you’re unclear, you can go find the Undead Tribe and see the story of the World of Aesces; they probably have already summarized it."

"How did Abyssal Will know so quickly?" Lansendel naturally knew, even though those toads occupy a plane in the Bottomless Abyss and often cooperate with Abyssal Will in many places, they are ultimately two separate forces.

They are also wary of each other.

Therefore, it must be Abyssal Will who sent a Demon Prince to request that ’Old Grandmother.’

"Rose knows." Shaer simply replied.

Lansendel immediately nodded: "No wonder."

The stories known by the Undead Tribe will eventually spread to the world... With Rose’s cunning, she would undoubtedly report to Abyssal Will the moment she receives the news.

Otherwise, if Abyssal Will finds out she’s in possession but isn’t the first to report, her web would likely be doomed.

"This god system, relying entirely on bloodline connections, is a bit troublesome!" Lansendel contemplated aloud.

Shaer glanced at him... She understood fully what Lansendel was implying.

Since Abyssal Will can determine Zeus’ location via Gaia, then Apollo and the others certainly can too.

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