Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 412 - 211: Sweeping Away the Remains, Seizing the Chance for Revenge!

Chapter 412: Chapter 211: Sweeping Away the Remains, Seizing the Chance for Revenge!

Hill insisted that her two magical plant vines accompany her, all entering the pendant space.

The pair thought that, since they were vines, not big trees, they would die if they fell. Besides, this wasn’t their true form.

However, Hill would not let them take risks lightly.

If these two legendary branches were destroyed, they would have to sleep for many years.

He would be at most slightly injured, so it wasn’t worth such a great sacrifice from them.

Before entering, Windmill Jasmine gently placed some of her toxin sacs in various corners of the ship.

Hill smiled helplessly.

The most potent toxins of the legendary magical plants were enough to spell doom for those who dared to attack while taking advantage of the Cloud House’s shattering.

Lily of the Valley gently tied a slender twig with two bells, one white and one gold, to the long hair that Hill had tied up.

To ease her worries, Hill promised with a smile that she would never remove them.

One of the bells would protect Hill’s mental sea, and the other could launch a mental attack, daunting Hill’s enemies for a short time.

No magical plant would have only supportive functions; the best defense was an attack, something inscribed in their genes.

It was just that by Hill’s side, these attack skills were never needed.

If the white bell of Lily of the Valley were fully activated, it could render everyone within a kilometer mentally paralyzed and unable to move.

After sending the reluctantly departing magical plants into the pendant, Hill’s cloud ship had already flown past Dionysio.

The Mage Kingdom in the northwest was now within sight.

Hill stood on the now barren deck, lips tightly pressed together.

Before him lay a scene of devastation.

Mountains had collapsed, trees fallen, houses destroyed.

The forest he was passing through should have been the territory of Half-Elf legends.

Their millennia-old Magic Towers were now riddled with cracks, and several had even collapsed to the ground, surrounded by broken giant trees.

Hill glanced at it, noticing that many low-rank mages were severely injured while high-level mages were sifting through the ruins for survivors.

Hill directly flew over the forest, over the fractured mountains, to the edge of a huge pit.

He couldn’t help swallowing before controlling his urge to cry out in shock.

The huge pit, still billowing with black smoke after so long, was filled with a terrible stench.

Hill knew it was the smell of a great number of bodies burning.

But he also detected a faint scent of sulfur.

Hill parked the cloud ship a fair distance away.

After all, above the pit, people were furiously cursing Draculus.

No, they couldn’t be called people; they should be referred to as Half-Elves.

Even with a heavy heart, Hill still managed a wry smile.

Gillenskjaern, that Half-Elf legendary mage who had picked a fight with him, Hill was seeing him in person for the first time.

No wonder he believed so readily that he could become the God of Half-Elves.

The silver-blue hair was proof that his Elven bloodline was more prominent.

Compared to Hill’s golden hair, he was the type of Half-Elf the Elves would prefer.

Draculus, expressionless, took Gillenskjaern’s accusations until it became too much, raised his hand and unleashed a lightning bolt at him. After Gillenskjaern dodged it in embarrassment, Draculus followed up with a terrifying fire wall.

Hill’s eyes twitched; the flame’s color almost matched Draculus’s purple robe.

Was this the might of the world’s strongest mage?

A casual fire wall was a burning purple flame.

"I blow up my own place, what does that have to do with you?

If a Magic Tower collapses, it just proves your incompetence.

After tens of thousands of years, the Magic Towers are still merely legendary; in the human world, even a Magister can construct their own.

If you’re useless, don’t blame others for being harsh and causing collateral damage to you.

I didn’t blow up your side; I’ve already given you enough face.

Also! This entire land belongs to me, including your Magic Tower built on my territory. You only had the right to stay here because I allowed it. Now, I don’t want to anymore. So please, roll out of here quickly."

Draculus sneered, "Aren’t you always proud of your Elven bloodline? Hurry back to the Forest of the Elves!

See if the Elves will let you, the future God of Half-Elves, reside there!

Idiot! A mage who wants to become a god, you really bring shame to all mages!

Don’t call yourself a mage from now on!

Speaking of which, compared to those demon worshippers, I’d really rather kill you!

Hurry up and take your people back to the Forest of the Elves!"

Hill listened with pleasure.

It seems that compared to demons, Draculus detests these mages who betray the truth even more!

Legendary mages actually have many ways to extend their lifespans, but they must enter the Starry Sky or Elemental Realm.

Therefore, Legends of the Laws essentially transcend the so-called three-thousand-year lifespan.

If they are human legends of a single system law, it’s difficult for them to have the ability to enter the starry sky; they can only despondently wait for life’s countdown, and no one would think there is anything wrong with their struggle.

But a half-elf legend who has lived for tens of thousands of years, Gillenskjaern, had actually accumulated enough power to enter the starry sky long ago.

But he just wouldn’t.

Because it was too painful, the causality threads on him were so heavy that every step he took was exceedingly difficult.

It required an extremely resilient will to endure.

So Gillenskjaern chose to seek the embrace of the deities instead.

He didn’t think there was any problem with his choice, the corners of his mouth lifted in a contemptuous smile, "What does it matter? Eternity is waiting for me, so I don’t have to spend years in the starry sky like you all, practicing asceticism!

I will return to the Forest of the Elves! The Mage Association should have ceased to exist long ago!

Those demons, it wasn’t us half-elves who let them in!

Aren’t you always neutral? Look at the monsters you’ve bred! Haha! Do you have any face left, Draculus?"

Gillenskjaern laughed as he flew towards the forest.

Hill, without changing his expression, raised his hand and unleashed an Ice Storm.

Eight tornadoes laden with ice and snow instantly whirled towards Gillenskjaern.

After he managed to dodge them and stood in mid-air about to curse out loud,

Hill used all his strength and the Ice Storm skill was almost instantly activated twelve times.

huge blue-and-white tornadoes howled as they spun, encircling Gillenskjaern in their midst.

"Ah!" Hill let out a perfunctory cry, "I’m really sorry, I had allowed for an ice tornado to let someone dodge, but I didn’t expect there would still be someone standing still in the middle, sorry about that."

Gillenskjaern kept his mouth shut, quite wisely.

If he really opened his mouth to speak, he would only fill his belly with blizzards and biting winds.

Hill was just disgusting him a little; the tornadoes slowly separated one by one, rotating to the edge of the deep pit.

Gillenskjaern quickly broke free, not seriously hurt, with at most his head covered in lumps.

After all, the tornadoes Hill unleashed were meant to encircle this deep pit; as long as he wasn’t from the evil faction, he wouldn’t have any problems other than losing some face.

"Hill Polanio!" Gillenskjaern enunciated Hill’s name one syllable at a time.

Hill almost whistled in celebration but restrained himself, quietly releasing the Water of tranquility to restore his own mana and spiritual power.

"Mr. Gillenskjaern, I have long admired your name," Hill said, smiling cheerfully, "This is an awkward way to meet for the first time, I am so sorry for giving you such a welcoming gift.

It’s just that I was worried about demons escaping, which would have been really bad.

But why did Mr. Gillenskjaern stop? I had already sent out a spell in front as a test! If you had flown away quickly, the following ones wouldn’t have touched you at all.

Alas! I didn’t expect Mr. Gillenskjaern’s reaction to be so slow! I’ll be more mindful next time."

Gillenskjaern’s face twisted in anger, but he had to suppress the urge to burst into a tirade.

Draculus, along with several legends of the laws, had already quietly flown to the side of Hill’s Cloud Ship.

Although Hill knew they had come to benefit from the recently released Water of tranquility,

Gillenskjaern had no idea!

He could only swallow the bitter pill and fly back to his Magic Tower in a rage,

Of course, the kind that was half-collapsed.

"Got it out of your system?" Draculus asked Hill with a smile.

"What are you talking about?" Hill replied with an innocent-looking grin, "That was such a long time ago, I’ve already forgotten about it."

He then stood up straight and respectfully performed a Mage Ceremony towards the president, "Good day, Draculus Your Highness."

Draculus raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh, so Fran told you, huh!"

"After all, I am now a legend, and it was inevitable that I would meet you. My maternal grandfather would of course instruct me not to offend our own people," Hill responded with a smile.

"Indeed. So Adrian doesn’t know yet. Worried that it would disturb his peace of mind?" Draculus said with a gentle smile.

"Uncle Adrian has taken up the task given by His Majesty the King and is temporarily acting as the City Lord of Central City," Hill said with a smile, "He has always been very just in his actions, and those who left the Mage Association will surely be well placed."

Draculus looked even more amiable: "Oh, that’s good to hear. I will have Velen Lyon, who will follow him, keep silent about it for the time being, until the right moment. It’s just a bit of a pity, I think Adrian would have suited my faction well."

The elder and the younger exchanged a quick glance, both understanding that there was no point in continuing this confrontation.

"Your magic is quite useful!" Draculus changed the topic, "I have always been worried about what to do if that guy evaded our sight. We’ve sacrificed so much, so many have died, and if he got away in the end, that would be too embarrassing."

Hill looked sideways at the ice tornadoes circling the enormous pit and smiled, "Thanks to the blessing of the Sun God."

Draculus frowned slightly, "Holy Power?"

Seeing Draculus’s unconvinced expression, Hill knew that this mage wasn’t too keen on any magic that required the power of deities to be used.

But Hill also felt that Draculus wanted too much; the laws were there, and if you managed to research those divine-type spells, that was great, but if not, it wasn’t right to blame those who were innately capable.

No one is a master of everything.

Hill didn’t speak again, he just stood quietly in the safest place, connecting his spirit to the hundred-plus tornadoes.

Hill definitely did not want to let this demon escape.