Surviving The Fourth Calamity

The battle had completely ended.

The golden Holy Fire had finally burned out, signifying that all things bearing the aroma of the undead had turned to flying ash.

It was dusk again, and under the setting sun, the thick white dust outside Agleya City silently spoke of the sadness of this war.

No matter the outcome, those with even a sliver of goodwill in their hearts, upon seeing this, could only feel endless desolation.

With the desperate help of the Undead Tribe, the Silver Shield Knights had managed to avoid any reduction in their numbers; they stood in the newly made cemetery, looking over the wilderness, motionless for a long time.

For the paladins of Tyr, this powerlessness was a true test of their will.

Hill rode the wind, flying over that wilderness.

Countless ashes, carried by the breeze, landed directly in a marble cave in the easternmost part of the Green Forest, a place he had prepared long ago.

This location was two hundred meters from the nearest Silvermoon Cemetery, right next to the Green Forest.

Hill had thought about what to do after discovering the great fire; although everyone could understand the actions of the Undead Tribe, after all, no one wanted a chaotic burial mound near their city.

But as time passed, surely the relatives of the deceased would begin to harbor resentment, not caring whether Agleya City could smell the stench of corpses or wait for relatives who would never come to collect the bodies, only questioning why they weren't given time to travel.

Hill watched the swirling breeze slowly dissipate, and his hand gently lifted; instantly, the soil on the battlefield lowered a layer, and mountains of soil fell atop the cave, slowly transforming into a vast marble monument square.

Beneath the massive monument were precisely twelve and a half meter high, five-meter-wide circular stone steps; the rest of the area also turned into white marble.

The Silvermoon had already risen, clear and translucent, pristine as water.

Hill looked up at the fifteen-meter-high monument; in contrast to the roughness of the ground, the stone of this monument was whiter and more delicate, but it was still blank.

He really didn't know what to write.

But he would not have to ponder this dilemma much longer.

As Coron appeared, Suren, draped in a white robe as ethereal as Moon Dust, also emerged.

She turned her head and glanced at Hill, "Excuse me, Mr. Hill, could you also convert the two cemeteries of the followers of Tyr for me?"

Hill nodded, but just as he raised his hand, he hesitated.

Gulanba wanted to handle this task.

Hill did not hesitate much, although he did not know why Gulanba, who usually paid no attention to this world, would suddenly intervene, Hill still summoned the Lord of Earth Element.

The massive Earth Elemental rose slowly beside Hill, speaking very solemnly, "Let me handle this! The earth itself is weeping."

He waved his hand, digging the entire wilderness a foot deeper, then spread that soil evenly over the two cemeteries and connected a wide stone path from Tyr's cemetery directly to the monument.

The paladins of Tyr finally paid a knightly salute to the now marble cemetery, dignified and exact, and led their horses towards this side.

"The path I have built will never allow the Undead to tread upon it!" After declaring his blessing, Gulanba returned to the ground resoundingly.

With a ghost-like, light form, black-haired, black-eyed Suren gently raised her hands, silver-blue moonlight scattering from her palms in all directions: "Let my light shine on everyone. Just as the Silvermoon waxes and wanes, so does all life.

In the light under my blessing, all love shall know my blessing."

From the monument, the entire connected cemetery slowly began to gleam with a milky white light.

Hill was a bit surprised; Suren actually bestowed her full range of blessings.

Although the main feature of this blessing was creating an illusive Wall of Moonlight.

This invisible wall, like a shimmering tapestry that encircled the cemetery, was constituted of swirling pearlescent white force fields.

Undead creatures would stay away from this spot; even higher-level undead beings, should they forcibly touch it, would be subject to a powerful attack.

It seemed that for Suren, her anger had not dissipated with the annihilation of Agleya's undead; she rarely displayed such comprehensive aggression.

Hill suspected that the Silvermoon Church and related organizations might soon receive demands from this goddess for a comprehensive assault on Santarin.

Although the Harpists were now more under the control of other deities, the real leader was still Suren, and many of the Silvermoon Alliance's Strange Objects and Puzzle Locks, although she had no intention of reclaiming them, still depended on the Power of the Silvermoon to exist.

While Suren was benevolent, she was never lenient with her enemies, it was just that her concerns sometimes differed from those of normal people.

However, making her acknowledge someone as a true enemy was not easy.

But if one truly angered her, the aspect of Celene with a heavy hammer in hand was proof of her aggressiveness.

Moreover, anyone with love in their heart who came here to sincerely pray for these innocent, unlucky souls, would receive a short-term Silvermoon Blessing: protection from evil and removal of curses.

There was another function, difficult to articulate, that increased the success rate of fortune-telling.

Toril's prophecies heavily relied on the changes in the stars and the Silvermoon, so most of Suren's followers were fortune tellers, and indeed, they had the highest accuracy rates.

Hill really disliked this blessing; he suspected that Agleya City would soon have an abundance of madmen dabbling in Prophecy Technique.

The paladins of Tyr had finally arrived; they solemnly knelt on one knee to show their respect to Suren.

She could totally have excluded Tyr's follower's cemetery, but Suren was indeed generous in this regard.

Suren did not pay any attention to these paladins since she and Tyr inherently did not get along.

She merely smiled at Hill, glanced at the magic book hanging on his wrist, and lightly tapped it with her finger, sending a silver moonlight directly into the magic book.

Then, this Silvermoon transformed into a giant beam of moonlight, unhesitatingly rushing toward the East.

"What's over there?" Hill asked softly, turning to Coron, who was deeply engrossed in thought, "We can't possibly be heading directly to Santir Fortress, can we? It's too far."

"People from Santarin. There are many secret bases in the Northern Continent; who knows which unlucky place caught her eye," Coron said offhandedly, "I think punishments for followers of Bane and Baal will soon be added to Suren's moonfire."

The speed of the moonlight was swift, soon turning the eastern sky a shade of silver-blue.

"It directly turned into moonfire!" Coron remarked, looking over, "Shaer has never seen her own sister this angry, has he?"

Hill silently gave him a look.

How could he say such a thing?

The grand new entrance of the Silvermoon Temple in Deepwater City was elegantly engraved with Celene proudly hurling Shaer into the spires of Deepwater City in great detail.

Suren even sealed a replica of the April Scepter inside the temple, primarily to replay this proud moment repeatedly; every follower who watched this process would receive a small blessing.

The priestesses of Shaer, scheming all over the world, never dared to approach Deepwater City; who didn't know the reason?

The paladins of Tyr didn't care about these things; their salutation to Suren was to express their respect and gratitude, whether or not the lady wished to accept was beyond their control.

The leader of the Silvermoon Shield told Hill, "My lord is currently out searching for Bane.

Baal is invisible in the Stellar Realm, very hard to detect.

But my lord, along with the Lord of Loyalty and the Lord of Endurance, has also issued divine commands to fight Baal to the death."

This is different from the last incident; Baal's resurrection was predestined back then. We could stop him from entering our territory but couldn't do much more.

But this time, no one can stop my lord from taking action personally; this is an unforgivable hatred," he said, suppressing his increasingly fiery emotions, trying to calmly tell Hill, "Because Tampas is also pursuing Bane, so my lord cannot incarnate to the Lower Realm.

Bane is too slippery; even two mighty divine powers must concentrate all their divine power.

But my Lord asked me to relay to Mr. Hill: Tyr will also bestow his blessing on this land; it will just take some time."

Hill couldn't help but laugh, "I understand. I hope the God of Justice succeeds soon."

Coron turned his head to look at Hill and, as if no one else was around, said, "Hill, how about I engrave the monument's front with the sky, the earth, forests, and the sun and moon? I'll add images of various races in the middle.

Then, I'll inscribe this event on the back of the monument, and leave the base around it for the families we find to engrave the names of the victims."

Hill blinked and immediately nodded, "Of course, it's truly my great honor that you are willing to take on this task."

Coron was a recognized master of arts and sculpture.

However, Hill noticed that the Father of Elves also did not like Tyr very much and had no desire to communicate with Tyr's subordinates.

He could only pretend he hadn't seen this; the styles of the two were indeed very incompatible. There was no need to mediate in the middle; it was a complete difference in ideology, and no argument would help.

AO wouldn't think he had the ability to mediate the relationship between chaos and order; they just had to be grateful if they didn't engage in a major fight.

Coron worked swiftly, under the full concentration of this master sculptor, the monument was completed before dawn.

The lifelike engravings made everyone who saw them feel a sense of calm and fulfillment.

Hill soon understood what it meant to be a master sculptor in the fantasy world.

As the sun rose, the sun engraved on the monument began absorbing sunlight, slowly emitting a golden glow.

And that Silvermoon, like the one in the sky, vanished too.

But she was actually hiding in a forest behind a mountain on the Earth.

If you looked closely at that forest, you could see the Silvermoon enveloped by a group of Little Fairies and Tree Spirits, emitting a faint silver-blue light.

It must have absorbed the aura left by the Silvermoon at the moment of completion.