Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Hill suppressed his restless heart.

If it were any other world, he would surely be standing on the city walls now, not watching from afar like this.

Yet he dared not.

This time, Hill felt enveloped by a terrifying sort of luck.

The whole world seemed to revolve around him, and wealth, glory and immense power were within arm's reach, if only he desired them.

If he were a traditional Sorcerer of Toril, he would have been holding several high-grade artifacts in his hands by now, with a little fairy princess, both beautiful and obedient, standing at his side.

Just like Tyr back then?

Hill stood on the balcony, watching the flow of white light around Tyr Temple.

He suddenly understood why Tyr had, in pursuit of justice in his heart, sacrificed his freedom and future.

The sensation that one's wishes could come true, and the world was in one's grasp, was terrifying.

Unfortunately, this was nothing like it had been in Teraxil; the greater the benefit, the more his instincts sounded the alarm.

Hill had always had a feeling that, if he truly coveted the Nyscroll, he could have indeed followed clue after clue in Icewind Valley to the Prince of the Shadow Souls who fled with the treasures.

He was not entirely untempted, for it represented the greatest power of a mage and the most mysterious and comprehensive knowledge.

But Hill still had his rationality and chose to turn back in the end.

Perhaps Hill only had the mindset of a mage but lacked the mage's obsession, which is why he could still see the crisis that the powerful artifact, which drove countless mages mad, could bring.

Between true freedom and false power, Hill would always choose freedom.

But what if he didn't have the strength to pass the blockade of The Valkin Tri-deities?

With the little flower fairies in tow, Hill surely couldn't risk his life.

Hill didn't know whether he would choose to turn back to search for the Nyscroll to grow stronger before seeking revenge.

Celene's madness soon yielded results; the dark firmament was torn into shreds by countless pale blue moonlights.

The sun of Toril seemed to enlarge suddenly at that moment, its endless radiance shining directly through.

The Kirasha Rose, which filled half the sky, went from blooming to bud, rapidly shrinking.

A silver arrow suddenly shot from above Agleya City toward him at great speed.

Seraph Rashrael, drawing the Amrashana from his back, but this unerring arrow was blocked by a huge spider with the coldly beautiful head of a woman.

The dreadful evil power informed everyone of who the newcomer was.

Hill shook his head, scarcely believing it as he looked again.

Were the benefits given by Baal that great?

Rose actually appeared under the sunlight, with one of Coron's mightiest Divine Envoys at her side.

In terms of combat power, the intermediate divine power of the Elf Deity System couldn't compare to these two leaders of the seraphs; her incarnation being here made no sense at all, right?

The seraphs hated Rose the most, and she must have known that herself.

Rashrael still had the Divine Longbow of Coron on his back!

Sure enough, the seraph sneered and continued to draw the bow, utterly unbothered by his waning divine power.

Rashrael was a bit too excited, and it was very possible that he might have to dissipate in the Prime Material Plane if he were to exhaust his divine power.

Hill certainly understood that the seraphs hated Rose deeply. After all, they had once had three archangels, but their strongest, the former chief of the seraphs, Malachited, had turned into a devil in the abyss because of Rose.

Although Coron was not without blame, as the most loyal follower of the Father of Elves, the seraphs wouldn't likely blame him, so their endless hatred was directed at Rose, their former matron.

Rose's target was Rashrael, wasn't it?

Did she want to do something on Toril, so she had to make this envoy leave?

If Rashrael were to dissipate from here, it would be six months till he could appear again, and Toril was no casual place for divine descent.

Hill quietly watched the east, where Rose, with a cold smile on her face, was casting a web chain ten meters long from her abdomen, capturing all the arrows in her net.

The provocative look was evident on Rose's face. However, Hill no longer cared.

Rose... the news was a little too outdated.

Coron's recent source of joy was indeed Agleya City. He truly had not shown any signs of divine descent, for since the Elven Pantheon came to bless the establishment of Agleya City, he had never left.

Otherwise, Hill wouldn't have slipped away so decisively to play; he genuinely didn't believe that anyone could destroy this city under the protection of Coron.

As the black rose plummeted downward, a beautiful and pale hand caught it gently.

Rose, who had turned around frantically at a cry of "No," roared in despair, "Coron! Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a falling meteor appeared in the sky, like a tear from heaven.

That was a rare display of anger from the always gentle and graceful Father of Elves.

"Aroshi... no, I should call you Rose now," he said with a touch of melancholy, "I don't know what you're planning, but as long as each of your schemes fails, that will suffice.

I will be watching you.

You had better understand that all the schemes and trickery will ultimately turn into nothing but foam.

You don't have the ability, so be honest for once!

Don't... come to the surface again."

A terrifying flash of sword light suddenly appeared, pulverizing the tossed Kirasha Rose into beams of black light that completely vanished under the sunlight.

Coron was the most powerful swordmaster of this world.

"No! Ah! Damn you!" Rose was caught off guard, allowing the relentless Rashrael to shoot through her chest.

She had no intention of fighting to the death, and upon seeing Coron, Rose knew her plot had failed.

Her spider body violently exploded: "Coron, don't think I will be defeated forever! I will show you the lash of the Abyss!"

Coron paid no heed to Rose's cries of defeat, only glancing up at Rashrael on the wall, clearly understanding why his messenger had gone mad.

With a wave of his hand, he sent out a stream of divine power, solidifying the now ethereal Rashrael, as Coron's figure disappeared from the battlefield.

However, Hill let out a sigh; he had thought that upon meeting his ex-wife, who filled him with such sorrow at the mere thought, Coron would sadly return to the Divine Kingdom.

Instead, he returned to the Alchemy Hall.

That kind of huge screen that could connect with the slabs of the Undead Tribe was only available there.

After all, it was an artifact of the divine power of the God of Time and Space, and aside from where the divine artifact was kept, it wouldn't appear anywhere else if Coron did not come to Toril.

Coron, who always enjoyed observing the lives of mortals, recently became utterly fascinated with that massive screen.

His preferences... mirrored those of the Undead Tribe.

The moment Rashrael recovered, she resumed pulling her longbow without hesitation, instantly shooting and killing the Dark Elven Priestess, who had been discarded by Rose due to the damage to the Kirasha Rose.

She likely was the matron of a clan, who, no telling how much conniving and evil deeds were committed to reach the position of wielding a divine artifact bestowed by Rose.

But once abandoned, it was uncertain if her clan could even continue to exist.

Thus, that enchanting and beautiful Dark Elf simply hung her head low, with no intention of struggling, and was completely shattered under the arrow.

Death in battle was her last means to salvage her clan.

But a clan that lost the Spider Queen's favor, even if Rose didn't personally exterminate them, other Dark Elf clans would not let go of those who had reaped many benefits, which was the way of life in the Underdark.

Either you keep winning, or you die without a place to bury.

Hill had no sympathy for her; every female Dark Elf who earned Rose's favor had their hands stained with countless blood. Death was the best outcome for these cold and cruel beings who had failed.

At least they wouldn't become shadow spiders, forced to retain consciousness of their madness in eternal ugliness.

As the sunlight breached the darkness, Suren transformed back into a silver light.

Some of the Undead Tribe seemed to have received her orders, burying the spell-released, fallen disciples' bodies on the outer edge of the forest, in a location with a rather nice view.

The Paladins of Tyr seemed to have also brought their former comrades together, invoking the descent of Tyr. After discussing for a while, they decided to become neighbors with Suren's followers, albeit 1000 meters apart.

Hill pulled out a map and carefully calculated.

Not bad, that place is a full 20 kilometers from Agleya City, on the northeastern side of the forest, and not much of an impact on this side.

Even if Agleya City would expand in the future, it wouldn't extend in that direction.

It's just unknown how the Wood Elf Druids in the Green Forest would feel. They certainly wouldn't care about the Elven Cemetery, but now the humans are becoming their neighbors, too.

However, the two who took action were not beings they could challenge.

Hill guessed that in the end, they would probably just move to the side of the forest closer to Agleya City.

Hill pinched the bridge of his nose, watching the Undead Tribe's priests and paladins begin to release a massive amount of Holy Fire, allowing the undead to enter eternal rest.

This proved that the dark blockade brought by the Kirasha Rose had been completely eliminated.

He understood why the commander ordered the priests and paladins to release the Holy Fire rather than the Holy Rain.

Only in this way could the wilderness not become a Pit of Ten Thousand.

But setting fires directly seemed a bit inhumane, after all, it wasn't just a cemetery from a hundred years ago, but also many city graveyards; however, Agleya City didn't hold such a sacred and grand intention to wait for their relatives to collect the bodies.

At least Holy Fire ensured that those killed in silence by the necromancers on their way here could have their souls liberated.

No matter which deity they had believed in before, all their teachings emphasized that the soul is more important than the body; this action could always be justified.

This final mop-up battle lasted a full three days and three nights.

The golden flames burned across the sky, and Agleya City hardly felt the coming of night.