CHAPTER 1169: CHAPTER 960: SHUT YOUR BEAK

Hill silently turned his head to glance at the Lord of Dawn. For Lansendel to say such words, it was evident how heinous Rose’s actions were today.

However, this was quite natural. The relationships between deities mostly involved deceit and conspiracies, and more directly, meeting just to fight.

It was truly rare to use such disgusting means... Gunnard appearing by himself and him falling into Rose’s hands were two completely different things.

After all, this lower rank deity from the Underworld rarely confronted the deities of the Main World head-on.

But Rose was different. To become a deity with great divine power, she showed active involvement in every affair of Toril.

It’s likely not just Lansendel; all gods in the starry sky watching this battle have to consider how to face such a grim future... Even Bane is probably casting sidelong glances at his temporary ally.

The Moon Blade swiftly released by Shaer’s Darkmoon Magic Bead became intermittent with the rising sun.

The Black Spider perceptively noticed this, hissed, and with one leap, that giant Treant exploded into a purplish-red mist.

The Black Spider nimbly jumped, and a thick strand of its web stuck to a Zholar’s head that had rolled over at some point. Then, pulling the head, it swiftly retreated towards the direction of Neverwinter Forest.

All twelve of Hydra’s heads recoiled and swiftly withdrew: "Main God, be careful! The toxins in there are strange, somewhat like Talona’s true form descending, not pure poison."

"Lady of Poison?" Shaer spoke restrainedly, her voice sounding low yet echoing in the sky, "Seems like Talona prefers Rose’s style over that of the normal world!

Indeed, death and fear are sometimes almost like disgust.

Are they planning to be companions in the future?"

Hydra’s twelve heads were almost tied in knots with horror... Lady of the Night really hated Rose so much!

After today, what goddess would be willing to hear about a good relationship with Rose?

Even if you like to toy with viruses and bacteria, Talona wouldn’t want her first impression on people to be feces, right?

It’s likely to be very difficult for Rose to get this kind of special toxin from the Goddess of Disease next time... Once, Talona can explain, but if it happens several more times, she’ll inevitably be associated with Rose.

With Hydra’s years of serving Shaer, it was clear the Lady of the Night was utterly blocking Rose’s path to forming future alliances.

Hydra could also understand why Shaer directly torpedoed this former vassal’s Lady of Poison... because of Bane’s resurrection, Talona abandoned her allegiance to Shaer.

As for her colleague, the Goddess of Torture Loweta was somewhat shaken, but temporarily had not left the Faction of the Goddess of the Night.

But the Envoys of the Night all knew... Shaer hated betrayal most, and Loweta might as well just return to Bane and wait for death.

After all, with Bane... how many deities that had gathered with Bane lived well?

His own church gets constructed and then blown up... Santarin was so powerful, yet produced nothing more than big fireworks.

Nobody cares about Bane.

Unless the Tablets of Fate were shattered to pieces.

The purplish-red mist spread farther and farther, slowly reaching the muddy pond occupied by the Undead Tribe and their boar herd.

"Prepare the oil painting!" ’Hard Wind’ shouted suddenly, "3, 2, 1! Fire!"

Four scorching rays shot out from the hands of the Undead Tribe’s Boar Knights positioned at four corners and directly towards where ’Hard Wind’ stood in the center.

Behind ’Hard Wind’, the ’Old Age Striking King,’ who had appeared at some point, stood on the Duchess, holding the Jade Codex high... the four rays aligned perfectly on the Holy Scripture of the Lord of Dawn.

"Eh?" The Sun Peacock tilted its head, "No wonder they didn’t come to me for purifying that High Knowledge Stone after returning to the city, this explains it all~"

The purple mist was significantly diminished by the seemingly endless beams of light, but still, a small portion slowly rolled onto the muddy pond... some younger boars were beginning to feel sick and vomit.

’Hard Wind’ glanced at the ’Old Age Striking King’... the female priest seemed to be muttering a count all along.

He waited for a moment then suddenly raised both hands. A banner featuring the Silvermoon Holy Emblem... human female eyes dark yet beautiful, encircled by a ring formed of seven Silverstars... was instantly unfurled by him.

"Moonlight Wall!" With the shout of ’Hard Wind’, four shimmering tapestries made of a pearl-white swirling force field were erected around the muddy pond.

All four walls shone inward with a silvery-blue false moonlight, and multiple red demon fires suddenly ignited within the muddy pond.

The boars swept over by the moonlight were no longer so uncomfortable... Facing the Power of Primordial Light that dispels all darkness, even Talona’s toxins had to recede.

No wonder so few Undead Tribe members entered... With Hill’s understanding of the Black Rose people, they were willing to endure hardships together with their companions, not possibly letting the swamp’s discomfort force them to suffer alone, right?

The family members with even the slightest connection must all die together; that’s their usual style.

So it’s to use this spell!

The Moonlight Wall primarily harms creatures from the Evil Faction and those carrying dark artifacts... If they carry the holy emblems of Shaer or Ambori, the damage doubles.

The only harm it causes to non-Evil Faction is to those carrying glass, crystal, or ceramic flasks, who will also be scorched.

The Black Rose Family have been seasoned players for a long time, and of course, they know their family’s attributes inside out... Even if it’s been explained clearly and reiterated countless times, those meant to cause trouble will still bring it along.

Rather than checking everyone entering the battlefield one by one, they’d prefer not to bring people along to suffer together.

There’s no way around it; task success comes first.

The endless moonlight eventually concentrated on the ’Old Age Striking King’ hoisting the Jade Holy Scripture, and the petite priest shouted with all her might: "Artificial Dawn!"

"This is also on the Jade Holy Scripture?" The words blurted out by Lansendel shocked Hill to the extreme... This is the divine artifact you yourself gave to the Undead Tribe!

Artificial Dawn is also your divine spell!

Who are you asking?

No, rather, why don’t you know?

Even if the creator wasn’t you, they still need your permission when praying for the spell to take effect!

Do you really trust your believers so much that you’d grant divine power without even checking?

The more Hill interacted with Lansendel, the more he understood how that incredible Dawn Calamity occurred. Lansendel’s sincerity is indeed worth following... But likewise, why does Celene only receive a group of rebels while trusting her followers completely?

Unable to control his emotions, Hill was in a painful situation, having to face the Great Peacock with a perplexed expression... That bird really didn’t realize why Hill was so surprised.

Fortunately, a bright red light, akin to a sunrise, was already summoned from that scripture... The muddy pond almost instantly turned into ordinary land.

The moonlight of Celene, combined with Lansendel’s red sunlight manifesting together, caused all the toxins and filth in the mud pond to vanish completely.

Both spells are capable of reaching hundreds of meters deep underground.

"Do you want to expand your territory to there?" Lansendel turned to Hill and asked, "Although that place used to be a waste, now it’s certainly the purest place in Toril!"

Hill stared blankly at the seemingly sincere bird eyes of the Lord of Dawn: "No, that area belongs to Neverwinter, let it be for the future hero who will rebuild it!"

"Tsk~" Lansendel said grumpily, "Then who knows who will benefit from it! Elves are really troublesome, with so many spiritual obsessions!"

"I don’t mind having a Dawn Temple appear around my city." Hill said expressionlessly.

"Ah! That won’t do; my believers are so lovely; how can they stay in a place known to be renovated from a latrine!" the Great Peacock said without hesitation, then awkwardly laughed at Hill twice, "Isn’t it so that even if you take it, you can let the civilians live there!"

Hill sneered and was too lazy to say more to this individual enjoying the spectacle.

"I wonder if Celene... would be willing~" Lansendel turned his head, seemingly indifferent, and said, "The Silvermoon Temple of Deepwater City might have to move in the future; isn’t this place great?"

"I thank you?" Celene’s voice appeared behind them, "Shut your bird mouth, Lansendel."

"That spider ran away~" Lansendel quickly said.

"Damn Steel Dragon! What do you want?" Rose’s furious roar almost accompanied the Lord of Dawn’s words.

"Oh~" The Sun Peacock fluttered its wings, "Seems the Steel Dragon assessed for a long time and still deemed the spider easier to snatch!

What a pity~ an enemy found by itself.

Benshasha’s blessing doesn’t seem to be this strong, right?"

Hill blinked, earnestly recalling the events of this period... He hadn’t ’blessed’ Rose! At most, he disapproved, but he definitely hadn’t wished her failure.

Secretly nodding to his own composure... He refrained from using his talents against such a malicious act near Agleya, which involved creating a cesspool, feeling he matured significantly.

Rose certainly doesn’t fear the Steel Dragon, but she worries about Shaer following behind... She doesn’t think Gunnard can hold Shaer off for long.

Even in the Floating Castle, tens of kilometers away, the spreading black cloud over the deep pit can be seen... That is Rose’s exclusive divine spell, Repulsion... It can affect all creatures within a region to repel and expel themselves, with the faster attackers being rebounded out with greater force.

From the constant dragon roars, it’s evident that the speed of this group of Steel Dragon’s surprise attack is quite fast.