Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 205 - 37: Taking a Photo with the Deep Sea Demigod_2

Chapter 205: Chapter 37: Taking a Photo with the Deep Sea Demigod_2

Does the Noble Temple truly wish to follow its deity into evil?

Dionysio is the closest country to the Elves and Dwarves; how could they allow an evil kingdom to emerge nearby?

The Oath of the Pantheon in the past, in which gods of all three races participated, protected only those nations with a Neutral or higher alignment.

Next to Dionysio, Greenberg might play dumb, but the Kingdom of Female Warlocks, Dilante, which suffered greatly from Dionysio in the past, will not easily let go of this nation.

The Mage Kingdom is also in the mountains to the west of Greenberg, but the alignment of magicians has always been chaotic, making it hard to predict their reaction.

"Is it Dionysio’s idea, or is the Noble Temple acting on its own initiative?" Fran muttered, "If it’s a joint decision, then there’s a problem."

Hill looked up at Fran’s serious face.

"Unable to defeat the boss in the starry sky, so you go for the second in command?" Fran whispered the words through clenched teeth, so softly, nearly inaudible—if Hill’s hearing wasn’t so good, he wouldn’t have caught a single word.

The only way for deities to descend from the starry sky to this land is by relinquishing their divine bodies to enter the bodies of prepared Saint Heirs or Saintesses.

But doing so would mean possessing only a demigod’s power. Moreover, should that incarnation be killed, it could result in slumber for tens of thousands of years.

If the God of Nobility really did make such a move, it signifies that the fall into the Evil Faction was greatly damaging to Him.

So much so that He might have to seal off the Divine Kingdom and descend personally to restore faith.

But what is this maneuver, and how is it meant to stop the Space-Time Faction from negotiating peace with the Deep Sea at this time?

At this stage, shouldn’t the World Consciousness be most concerned about the affairs of demons?

Or does He assume that the power of the Noble Temple is sufficient to make up for, and aid the invasion of the Space-Time Faction’s territory by demons?

Or perhaps, is the fallback plan of the God of Nobility finally about to be revealed?

If before, Hill might have thought that the God of Nobility dominated the human world through His own power, he no longer thinks so now. After all, none of the deeds He has done are worthy of His status as the Main God of humanity.

Fran once again looked down at the female mages below, pointing at the large ship being battered by a demigod and chattering away merrily, and said directly, "List, please ask these people who are disrespectful to me and Adrian to leave the territory."

Hill tilted his head, looking at Fran in confusion. Do they no longer need to keep these people?

"Adrian has appeared on the screen, and they still dare to gloat. I have no use for them anymore," said Fran indifferently, "I only promised His Majesty the King to drag out the time, not to sell out my own face as well."

List seemed to have delegated the eviction task to the players. Hill, with his sharp hearing, overheard the Undead Tribe excitedly expelling people.

It was all female players who took action, especially those playing as lolis. Hill looked down briefly and could see them either with magic shimmering in their hands or hand on sword hilt, eager to start.

The people sent by the Noble Temple were at most of Archmage Level. In the past, they were protected by their research and their Neutral Faction alignment, which made it impossible for the Undead Tribe to harm them.

Now, with the eviction order issued by List, if they dared not leave, it was clear that the Undead Tribe would zero in on them, leaving them with only one way out—death.

After such a long time, the people of this world knew all too well that the Undead Tribe did not show mercy or soft-heartedness in their attacks.

Even within the same Faction, they could kill on a whim.

Hill watched as the male mage took off with a group of women, flying toward the North.

Turning his head to look at the still-stalemated sea, Hill stood up and summoned List.

"Find some of the Undead Tribe to check where those people went," Hill said softly, "Either to Prince Charles’s place or to Prince Edward’s."

"Hasn’t Prince Edward already—?" List asked, puzzled.

"His son Ramsden is the God-blessed Sky Knight of the God of Nobility," said Hill with a cold laugh, "Compared to Charles, who they ousted, Ramsden is worth their while to woo."

List nodded and went to find the players.

Fran seemed to relax a bit, and as Hill turned, he noticed that the giant fins behind the octopus on the giant screen had disappeared.

"Has a demigod arrived?"

"It seems so," Fran said, frowning, "But it doesn’t intend to stop the Octopus Demigod, only chased away the others."

"If it’s just one demigod," Hill hesitated, "shouldn’t Miller’s Legend be able to easily kill it with this ship? They should have a sufficient stock of Crystal Stones, right?"

"He probably wants to drag things out until he’s absolutely forced to act," Fran said calmly, "Who knows if these demigods, seeing how easily one of their own can be killed by humans, might turn against us? Anyway, as long as it’s not a group of demigods attacking, Adrian isn’t in much danger. We don’t need to worry about whatever plans Miller has."

The players on the ship seemed to have realized they were safe and had already begun taking photos around the demigods.

Hill could almost feel their drooling through the camera lens.

"What kind of demigod has come?" Hill asked, "Why can’t I tell?"

The players’ cameras also kept circling outside the ship, seemingly trying to figure out what kind of creature had come.

"The Undead Tribe, they really do like eating sea creatures," Fran said somewhat mysteriously, "It doesn’t matter what creature it is, none would like to be stared at as if they were food."

Hill pondered this for a moment, so was it that the creature that had come was the inedible kind?

Then, Hill’s gaze returned to the big screen. Miller’s patience was truly remarkable!

The Octopus Demigod had been tapping like a drummer for such a long time already, and aside from the first few sentences, he hadn’t shown much of a reaction.

"His Majesty the King really knows how to use his people," Fran seemed to know what Hill was thinking and let out an exclamation, "If it had been The Legend of Carl, he wouldn’t have been able to endure to this degree."

"All I want to know is, how many Crystal Stones he’s brought," Hill said solemnly, "That barrier, it hasn’t trembled even once this entire time."

Fran laughed helplessly, "Who, if not His Majesty the King, would lack Crystal Stones?"

These past few days, listening to the Undead chatting, most of the Crystal Stones they had were actually taken back by the King, Fran explained.

Game officials reclaiming Game Coins, that was pretty much standard procedure, Hill inwardly scoffed.

"What are those Undead doing?" Fran asked, frowning.

Hill looked at the big screen where the players were making faces at the Octopus Demigod while hugging the protective barrier and was momentarily speechless.

"It looks like they’re taking photos." Over the years, as contact with the Undead increased, people from this world had come to understand most of their common expressions.

At least Adrian had learned that if a player speaking to him suddenly blurted out a bunch of nonsense, he could kick them out right away. Moreover, it was better not to delve too deeply into whatever they were saying.

Hill, seeing the players striking various poses for photos with the demigod on the screen, deeply felt relieved that the sea monsters still couldn’t understand what the players were up to.

Otherwise, he really worried that the Octopus Demigod, in a burst of his small universe, would go down together with the players.

On the big screen, Adrian also seemed to share this concern, and Hill heard him ask cautiously, "How much longer will those people be taking photos? Isn’t that Young Master your Clan Leader? Shouldn’t you stop him?"

"Mr. Adrian, there’s no need to worry," Sweetheart Honey said cheerily, "This ship is actually very safe.

When William assigned us the task, he said this ship couldn’t be broken by three demigods working together.

We were worried just now because we counted five, and we didn’t want to die on the way there!"

"Five?" Adrian asked, "I only see four."

"Oh! There’s a giant lobster squatting under the ship," Honey Peach Heart chimed in, "We can see the names that are hostile. Big bright red, the Giant Lobster Demigod."

Adrian was silent for a while, probably not expecting another being looking to split the ship in two.

"Then, which one is attacking us now?" Adrian asked, puzzled after seeing the Undead Tribe relaxed.

"A bunch of Mosaic crabs."

"Ah?"

"It’s what you call the Embroidery Ridge Ripe Crabs. We call them Mosaic crabs."

Adrian was stunned for a while before saying, "A group of them?"

"Yeah, why would so many come if they’re so poisonous? Really boring," Sweetheart Honey replied.

Hill heard Adrian’s heavy sigh and deeply understood how his own dear uncle must be feeling, inwardly offering his sympathy while struggling not to burst out laughing.

Adrian hadn’t grasped what ’Mosaic’ meant, had he?

Then he heard a terrifying request. Adrian was quietly asking, "Could you take a photo for me?"