Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1507 - 85: Danboro’s Sudden Upheaval

Hill and Aesces did not misjudge the Moon Clan... Since they could summon this group of players from Eosca, they never thought these people would honestly follow the many rules set by Aesces and Ismael.

Over on Aesces’ side, there are virtually no constraints, meaning that becoming his follower allows wanton slaughter.

Hill kept questioning because he wanted to know whether Aesces, in that world, could only choose the Maple Country and his master.

However, it’s obvious he has already relinquished control... Wanting people from another continent, who might like order and help the natives defend, to enter this world immediately is nearly impossible.

After observing for some time, Aesces actually understood Hill’s question... although he didn’t grasp Hill’s true intent, he agreed with Hill’s low opinion of these Moon Clan members and their kin.

Even if there are others in that world who don’t belong to this race, he’s already too late to make another choice... If he makes another mistake, who knows what price he would have to pay!

Therefore, Aesces could only choose the more experienced, tactically adept Undead Tribe to assist.

At least, in cleaning up the Moon Clan he brought in, the Undead Tribe should be able to accomplish this with ease.

Hill never asked Aesces how long this agreement to invite the Moon Clan would last... From the way this guy continually avoids the topic and even the fact he must pay a price to awaken the opposite world without mentioning closing the passage, it’s clear it’s not short.

If he wanted to breach the contract and just have the Undead Tribe do the work, the cost would probably be greater than smashing Terry’s ocean palace.

However, as Hill rested his chin in thought, wasn’t he becoming the guide for this data Chapter just as the Undead Tribe thought?

Hmm... he was clearly just here on Aesces’ behalf to avoid trouble!

This is all just trouble Aesces brought on himself for being thoughtless, it’s definitely not that he brings disaster wherever he goes!

Hill’s internal complaints were, of course, unbeknownst to Aesces, who at this moment was rushing about frantically in various worlds.

As for what should be done with Danboro, whether other countries have been tempted to pray to Aesces, and other such troubles... for now, they could only be left to his lesser god, the Master of Runes, and Ismael to resolve.

Just as Terry said, in this world, he is indeed the greatest dictator.

But Aesces is he himself!

Why should he let others have their way with him?

Although he really liked these little lives that brought him vitality, he would never agree to Aesces giving up his autonomy for them... he’d rather return to silence.

This is why Terry and Eosca could only hover around Aesces, because if they really provoked this World Master, he certainly had the capacity to take them down with him.

Although afterward, they might find some way to gain some sovereignty in a regrowing world... but what would be the point?

If they really liked a world that develops slowly, why seek out an already mature one?

The Multiverse is filled with planets in a budding phase.

So Aesces doesn’t fear those invading deities causing too much commotion; they could only operate according to Aesces’ rules.

Therefore, he still had a bit of time.

Coron would be easy to deal with, Aesces understood... just inform this Father of Elves that his world suffered because Rose was chasing after his elves.

Coron would certainly lend a hand.

And with Teraxil’s William, Aesces thought it shouldn’t be a problem either, though Hill might have withheld some words, he still heard one crucial sentence... the elves Aesces let go might have gone to Teraxil.

Hill’s repeated emphasis on the Crystal Mystery was obviously related to the Crystal Fruit.

Aesces, holding a slightly weighted Mithril Leaf, headed straight for a world called Gerns... Coron instructed him to go there to meet them.

Teraxil’s William seemed to like being there very much.

Meanwhile, Ismael was incredibly busy... Facing the rapidly changing situation, the Danboro people could no longer attend to their civil war, but if they wanted to cease, they still had to negotiate properly.

Moreover, although most countries consulted this Great Sage and learned that the World Master already had a plan and would implement it soon, they temporarily stayed calm, instructing the people to stay in stone houses and not go out... anyway, the poorer the place, the fewer Silk Spiders, but in more affluent places, they had more or less ways to cope.

These Mutated Silk Spiders hatched much sooner than expected, and so, even though the backstage manipulators tried their best, they only managed to create some relatively large disturbances.

Although these countries couldn’t completely eradicate the Mutated Silk Spiders, they still had some methods to deal with them.

At least the Goddess of the Silvermoon has been diligently spreading moonlight during this period at Aesces’ request.

Meanwhile, the Sun God has been conscientiously conducting his business, while also selling the Holy Water of the Silvermoon Temple... The people are aware that the Silvermoon Bishops have no ill intent, and may even be considered kind, but dealing with them is still not as bad as being extorted by the Sun Bishops, those merchants.

Yet, there is one country that couldn’t hold out... the neighboring Desert Kingdom to Danboro.

This made Danboro a bit uneasy.

Danboro is expansive, geographically advantageous: surrounded by mountains on three sides, with the sea on the other; although Scaret lies across the sea, with the mountains facing both Scaret and the Desert Kingdom, at least there’s some barrier.

But the entire nation suddenly switched factions, with the reckless Moon Clan, and the neighboring desert bandits soon switched factions as well, becoming cheerful allies with the Moon Clan, turning to assault Danboro.

The border forces, which had been coldly observing the domestic unrest, were almost breached!

Although later, they understood some of the reasoning... the Desert Kingdom’s mutated silk spiders were now more numerous than ants!

There’s no other way, this country was originally built by desert bandits.

A long time ago when the Continent’s water supply was abundant, these bandits occupied various oases in the desert, specifically targeting wealthy crystal stone caravans.

However, as time passed, the small oases in the desert began to disappear, and the bandits, needing territory, naturally began bloody battles... the ultimate victor naturally became the king.

Once they saw themselves as the king, they no longer regarded the world with the eyes of bandits... How could they have such a powerful country without sufficient water sources?

So, Danboro, blocking their path to the ocean, was the annoying roadblock that they hoped would die swiftly.

However, Danboro was not easy to defeat, causing heavy losses to the Desert Kingdom, and they ironically lost considerable territory themselves.

In the end, they could only turn in another direction... and ended up clashing with Scaret, occupying the opposite side, with no good outcomes either.

If the Desert Kingdom is abundant in anything, it is the countless elven artifacts garnered from their past lives of plunder, and the silk spiders they passionately raised due to their love of silk, along with the crystalline cacti used as water storage vessels.

With mutated silk spiders far outnumbering ants emerging, the Desert Kingdom plunged into a semi-collapse phase.

In their dilemma over whether to bow to Danboro for help, the voice of Eosca reached them.

Upon skeptically seeking assistance from Eosca and realizing the Moon Clan’s altar could bring them a water source, the Desert Kingdom almost without hesitation betrayed Aesces, even destroying the Master of Runes’ altar.

After all, the World Master favored Danboro more... They forgot why their ancestors ventured into the desert area, instead resenting Aesces for not providing them with a water source.

Then, amid wielding powerful weapons and sweeping everything aside, Danboro experienced what it’s like to be flustered and understaffed for the first time.

All Ismael could be slightly thankful for was, although he got a serious, meticulous superior, the Master of Runes, Aesces retrieved the power held by others before leaving... Yes, especially the King of Danboro.

And because he promised not to deal with that foolish king anymore, the traditional nobility and the Finch House returned the power to employ the Moon Clan.

Scaret’s fleet sailed over; even controlled, Alexis, still their Prince, warmly embraced them, reminding them if they didn’t want a downfall, they had to put everything aside and unite again.

Great nobility, having confined the King of Danboro in the royal quarters, formed a committee... They decided to present their individually chosen candidates for the throne, observing these princes’ performance in war, and finally publicly voting for a king satisfactory to all.

When they confirmed this decision, Ismael sitting aside, witnessing with Finch, blinked uninterruptedly... What is this? The upper parliament?

With such thoughts, Ismael certainly would not cast a veto.

The royal family and the nobles, having reached consensus, began tidying up the chaotic country.

As for the Moon Clan... they almost unanimously leaned towards Eosca.

Perhaps a portion didn’t wish to change, but in the absence of an all-out declaration of war against Danboro from Eosca, the Moon Clan’s blades first turned on those compatriots of different factions.

Though now when the Moon Clan changes factions, they will dissipate within half an hour, able only to resurrect on Eosca Island and the Desert Kingdom side, yet the advantage of numbers and organized planning led those unwilling to change to relinquish their stance.

The suddenly changing world had some less adaptable Moon Clan members cursing the mastermind called Ismael everyday... Though reluctant to let go of such a captivating game, the plot was a mess!

Is this a public beta inside a closed beta?

And Ismael, being cursed, gazed at the controller showing a rapidly decreasing and nearly zero count, his face etched with regret and sorrow.