Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1632 - 210: Queen of the Sea Ambori

The timely arrival of the Apocalyptic Boss allowed the scheduled ritual to start on time.

Even though the Danboro Nobles were somewhat confused by the actions of the Undead Tribe, they quickly recognized the formation of more than ten thousand people... Even though they didn’t know which Deity it was for, the Undead Tribe was definitely playing with fire.

They couldn’t understand why other undead were just watching these people, but they quickly knelt on the ground, lowering their heads in prayer to their Deities, whether sincerely or just nominally... Shouldn’t they immediately notify their House boss?

If there’s a problem, knowing they’re there and doing nothing could get even nominal followers expelled!

With probably extensive training and powerful financial backing... the Apocalyptic Boss and Lu Huayu stood together in the interlocking central loop, clad in exquisite and precious Mithril Armor, draped in a platinum fur cloak, loudly shouting: "Hurry up~ Stand in your positions within 10 minutes~ The location fee will be paid immediately!"

"Wow... the money they make... is kinda enviable." ’Magic Sword’ lay on the seaside cliff, staring longingly, asking, "When will our Baldy have this aura?"

"Sister Liu is glaring at you, Magic Sword." Someone reminded him.

The members of Black Rose, scattered and finding spots to stand on the cliff, couldn’t help but laugh.

Indeed, money during the doomsday is relatively easy to earn, but most people have no intention of taking orders and eating someone’s food even in the game.

Especially those playing PVP, most don’t face economic pressure.

Families like the Apocalyptic Boss’s lack cohesion, and money disperses people quickly, so when ’Lu Huayu’ became the commander of such a family, most Proud Sky Alliance members no longer saw him as a foe.

Past grievances were indeed significant, but they wouldn’t cause trouble for this family over it, at most just making Lu Tai eunuch’s life inconvenient with words or minor matters.

The lure of money, for families like mercenaries, has always been the most effective.

Ten minutes later, loud prayers erupted on the causeway outside the city gates, on the segment between the two family fortresses.

The enormous sound of people praying set off great reactions in the air... The slowly setting sun and leisurely ascending Silvermoon suddenly both jumped, reaching the mid-heavens.

The yellow-orange sunlight intertwined with silver-blue water-like moonlight, over the praying crowd.

"Between the wind and waves, please revere the Queen of the Sea Ambori!

Her winds and waves can reach anywhere!

Abundant offerings will bring travelers on the water fair winds, but fools challenging Ambori’s territory will pay unimaginable prices!

......"

"Isn’t Ambori’s prayer changed?" ’Perfect Bald’ tiptoed to look toward the distant altar, puzzled.

"The sea being a savage place is gone... Moreover, causality is reversed.

Previously, the prayer meant that no matter who you were, entering the sea was a challenge to Ambori, must be dealt with, only ships with offerings had a chance to survive, and she didn’t guarantee these ships would be spared.

Or else her reputation wouldn’t be so bad, others bought disaster relief, but for her, it meant buying a chance for her good mood, and most of the time she was displeased.

Otherwise, why did Ambori have so many Junior Priests? It aimed to throw them overboard during storms.

In Toril, only Ambori’s Priests from the gods related to the ocean and water naturally breathed underwater, you get it?

Tut, words used for hundreds of thousands of years in Toril, threats over hundreds of thousands of years, changed in just a few days... It’s hard to say whether Agleya is powerful or... Lu Tai eunuch is truly a rare talent." ’Old Age Striking King’ explained cheerfully.

Although she seemed calm, she actually had a thorough understanding of Toril Gods... worried that her Edna might make a mistake.

Even forced Elvia to memorize these things all by heart, becoming the only Dragon who could immediately respond to a few words knowing who was on the opposite side... at least history’s only White Dragon.

"Wasn’t there a phrase to kill anyone attributing ocean and coastal storms to Talos, I remember it was there, right?" ’Cunlü’ joined the fun, "However, thanks to Basher, that’s completely useless."

"Telling each Priest that proves her madness level reached dementia." ’Old Age Striking King’ commented blandly.

"What are they doing now? Lighting torches to start moving... Ah, didn’t Ambori used to require candles on driftwood? This is changed to accommodate the undead... Eh? Why is someone walking incorrectly?

Baldy, Baldy, come look! That’s deliberate, right? How could you walk incorrectly in such a simple counterclockwise circle, intersecting wrongly no less?"

"Hmm... Even our Proud Sky Alliance folks who never walk straight lines wouldn’t make this mistake, it must be deliberate." ’Perfect Bald’ reminisced, "Yesterday when Old Dog and Lu Tai eunuch talked, I sensed something was off.

Those two cooperated to shift the topic to the Young Master... Seems like there’s something going on with the doomsday."

"Ah... For a profit-driven mercenary family, it’s normal for newcomers to want to rise." ’Hard Wind’ couldn’t help but poke his head out to take a look, "No wonder, with the level of control Road Eunuch has over their boss, such an unexpected event could still occur yesterday.

Hehe~

I was just thinking, why would their boss suddenly choose to draw lots himself, instead of just following Road Eunuch’s arrangement directly... Ah, is there a Chief of the Western Factory now?"

"How they play is none of our business, but they shouldn’t affect our military exploits!" ’An Idler’ drew his longsword and gestured in that direction, "Damn, if they make me waste so much time hanging on this cliff, I’ll go assassinate their boss!"

"Actually, according to normal division of labor, the Western Factory fits Road Eunuch’s style more, right?" Someone couldn’t help muttering.

"Road Eunuch isn’t that unscrupulous; he’s got some guts. The Western Factory doesn’t have any roots at all." ’Old Age Striking King’ gave his concluding remarks without even lifting his eyelids.

"Mm... you should know, for those in power outside the imperial authority, as long as they have enough skill, the Western Factory is always the first to be abolished, whereas the Eastern Factory can survive, and flourish even.

It’s not that outsiders don’t want to jointly crush them, it’s just that compared to those who do all evil deeds, those with some bottom line seem less vicious." ’Hard Wind’ lazily stretched, "Since Old Dog knows about the Doomsday stuff and still hasn’t arranged anything, naturally he knows this Chief of the Western Factory can’t even damage one of Road Eunuch’s fingernails.

Hey~ take a look at the unchanging blue-green light at the altar center... this ritual ceremony should have been completed directly right from the start, right?

Do you think Ambori only needs one mark point from Road Eunuch?"

"Road Eunuch has a cursor on him." ’Old Age Striking King’ took out his binoculars after hearing that and looked carefully, "It should be a replica of the Beacon of Light."

"What’s that thing?"

"It’s a divine artifact the Anmur God System found to locate where Toril is. Initially, they went to Toril not to save their own unfortunate people!

Edna said this thing might have fallen into Ambori’s hands since the last appearance was on some island.

Anyway, its main function is to find the way and teleport one of its avatars directly to the location of the cursor.

I’ve said so many times! Ambori is just crazy, not foolish at all!

She can even create her own people! Why do you get that ’no way’ look on your face whenever she does something proper?

Cyric is crazy too! Look how..."

"Stop, elder, don’t insult Cyric like that; otherwise, how do you expect Heim and Shuni to survive?"

"Damn~"

"Get ready... over there, the Moon Clan has come out in full force.

Triton seems pretty angry. Scaret’s super great ships have all moved out, and several Great Sages have boarded." ’Perfect Bald’ looked down at his tablet, "Ah... Old Dog said all our eyes on the sea have been wiped out, so we can’t determine when the Moon Clan will arrive.

Let’s not wait for news, we can afford a waste.

Group leaders, start distributing buffs and potions, in 10 minutes I’ll do random checks, don’t make me shout obscenities!

Brothers and sisters~ the toughest battle since we came to Aesces is about to begin... hey~

Let’s kill them till the blood flows like a river!"

The people of Black Rose, along with other families in the Proud Sky Alliance, were quite happy, rubbing their fists and getting ready for the fresh meat that was about to come to their doorstep.

On the Doomsday side, the boss standing in the middle and ’Lu Huayu’ remained calm, yet a considerable chaos erupted from the outer to the inner circles.

"Eh..." The Apocalyptic Boss glanced at ’Lu Huayu’, who was holding a blue-green glow inside his robe sleeves, and sighed, "Really... when will you agree to join my side?

I could help you transfer your household registration to the Capital Star~"

’Lu Huayu’ smiled slightly, gazing towards the sea where the wind and waves had already started to rise.

The gigantic waves surged toward the altar where they were, seeming to be blocked by something, clearly howling yet gradually turning into a vortex following the reversing circular sacrificers.

The blue and green vortex pushed upwards in layers, with the two colored waters switching places continuously, slowly rising into a peculiar picture... a deep blue background, deep green waves intertwined with cloud patterns, resembling a long skirt hem.

Above the skirt hem, amidst the waves, emerged a stunningly beautiful goddess worthy of admiration... the Queen of the Sea, Ambori, appeared on the altar among the sudden silence of the Undead Tribe.