Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 204 - 37: Taking a Photo with the Deep Sea Demigod

Chapter 204: Chapter 37: Taking a Photo with the Deep Sea Demigod

Adrian sat disconsolately in his room, doubting his life choices.

Why had he seen that Young Master?

Although he had known that Miller’s Legend would surely bring many people upon seeing the colossal ship of William’s, Adrian truly did not wish to see this Undead Tribe member known as the Young Master.

From Hill’s occasional mentions of him, Adrian could directly feel that this was a warrior who chased trouble as much as trouble chased him: even if the lesser troubles couldn’t keep up with him, he’d boldly catch up to the greater ones sprinting ahead.

Adrian knew this Deep Sea Journey would definitely be far from peaceful, but he really did not want to face a giant wave that could drown him.

Truth be told, many of the Undead Tribe had similar interests and looks, and Adrian had not expected to recognize the Young Master’s wildly expressive face from a mere glimpse.

He meticulously checked his storage ring and looked at the large leather bag carried by his Legendary Puppet Knight that protected him.

After confirming there were no issues, he sat back by the window, watching the sea outside, where other members of the Undead Tribe were casting nets at the stern, ready to catch fish to eat.

Even in the well-insulated cabin, Adrian could hear their loud banter and the girls’ shrieks.

Suddenly, he stood up. Were they shouting about a Sea Monster outside?

This ship, from afar, could emanate strong Element fluctuations, and unless it was a Demigod, sea monsters would only steer clear.

Adrian, along with the Legendary Puppet, quickly went to the deck; if something really went wrong, he had to find a safe place to escape to.

Seeing the colossal octopus head at the stern and its tentacles fiercely slamming against the ship’s protective shield, Adrian pinched the conch hanging from his neck, feeling somewhat relieved.

This must be the Octopus Demigod of coastal notoriety, with terrifying legends that had claimed several coastal cities.

Adrian, observing the fish fins emerging in the distant seas and the irate Octopus Demigod, suddenly realized: was this a parent showing up at the door?

He quietly shrank into a corner, waiting for Miller’s Legend to come forward and negotiate.

"When you do this, aren’t you worried about the other Demigods of the Deep Sea Alliance..."

Miller hadn’t finished speaking when a roar interrupted him, "What do I care about your issues?"

The Octopus Demigod fiercely pounded the protective shield with its tentacles, "It’s not just your country with divine protection, humans!

Demons aren’t something only you can stop!"

"His Majesty the King will not let you off," Miller said calmly, "Even if you truly smash this ship and kill me, it won’t affect the King of Saral."

"Isn’t it just a god that hasn’t ascended to the Starry Sky yet? It’s not like they haven’t died before!"

The spot where Adrian was squatting had a long, rectangular peephole that made it easy to see the outside.

Soon enough, members of the Undead Tribe arrived, live streaming the event on their tablets.

Sitting at a higher point, he listened to these Undead comment while filming: "How on earth did this Demigod advance? Doesn’t it have a brain?"

"Previously dead? Is he talking about the lake water and the Wolf God? Did he also have a hand in it back then?"

"No, that must’ve been his grandad’s generation," Adrian couldn’t help but interject.

"Mr. Adrian!" Several surprised Undead Tribe members passed the tablet over Adrian’s face.

"It seems quite safe here, Mr. Adrian is hiding here, surely we’ll be able to escape if the ship overturns."

Adrian looked at the Undead male named Sweetheart Peach, and suddenly asked, "Are you from the Youth Journey of the Wenjian World?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Sweetheart Peach asked confusedly, "I’ve always been by the sea, I’ve never been to the north or the west."

"Idiot, that’s because the scent of Wenjian is too strong on you!" his companion, a girl named Sweetheart Honey, slapped his head.

The ones with such sweet names weren’t young girls or boys but burly men.

Adrian really felt that although they didn’t look alike, they shared some commonalities with the Young Master, and their manner of speaking was also very similar.

If it were Snow Cloud Peak, he would probably say what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to find the same hiding place as Mr. Adrian.

Rather than bluntly stating, oh dear, this place must be easy to flee from.

Nevertheless, this group of Undead, do they have to film this video no matter how dangerous? Then the teacher and Hill must also know about this situation!

Fran and Hill indeed knew about it, and Old Cat directly switched to several live broadcasts at the same time.

At this moment, Hill was accompanying Fran in watching the giant screen.

Fran’s eyes drooped, and aura of sternness burst forth as he watched the Female Mages pointing fingers at the door of the Lord’s Mansion.

"Grandfather, don’t worry," Hill consoled, "Nobody knows this ship better than you."

At that moment, both of them saw Adrian’s face flash on one side of the screen.

It seemed Old Cat had noticed it too and quickly cancelled the other split screens, leaving only the one where Adrian had appeared.

Seeing Adrian’s hiding place, Fran breathed a sigh of relief. That spot looked to be on deck, but in reality, it provided very strong protection: as soon as the outer protective shield shattered, a smaller protective shield would be activated there, a blind spot meant to protect the Mages preparing to fly away.

"Noble Temple," Fran enunciated each word, "Dionysio."

Hill silently agreed, both aware in their hearts that the Octopus Demigod’s reference to other countries could only mean Dionysio.