Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 40 The Day Before the War and William’s Declaration of War

40: Chapter 40: The Day Before the War and William’s Declaration of War

40 -40: The Day Before the War and William’s Declaration of War

Fran arrived in an airship.

Standing outside the Magic Tower waiting for it, Hill was mesmerized by the beautiful ship.

Under the rising sun, through the clouds, a silver sailboat with three sails glistened in the light.

“A silver flying ship, soaring through the sky, I long to see that sky.

The sea breeze caressing the cheek, this hill.

No one is here anymore, no one at all.”

Humming this song in his heart, Hill’s eyes widened as he watched the airship slowly descend in the sunlight.

The tears at the corner of his eyes were merely from gazing at the sun for too long.

The airship stopped mid-air, and Adrian appeared at the ship’s side, waving vigorously for him to come aboard.

Hill wiped his eyes and happily flew up.

It was only upon standing on the deck that he realized the ship was not small.

Below the silver sails, there was a large cabin surrounded by silvery-white crystal windows.

Following Adrian inside, Hill saw Fran sitting on a white sofa, his hand resting on a crystal ball.

At Adrian’s gesture, Hill chose an armchair, sat down, and the armchair gently floated up.

Adrian said, “See where you want to sit?

There are direction keys to your left on the armchair.

Just say when you decide.

This ship’s magic core can only be voice-controlled.”

Hill touched the buttons to his front, left, and right, glanced at Fran, who was communicating with the core with his eyes closed, and settled at the foremost part of the cabin.

My own territory is truly beautiful!

Adrian suddenly raised his eyebrows, “Hill, you’re really a good master.

A cat is looking for you.”

A white kitten was brought in by Adrian using magic.

Adrian laughed and said, “What made you think you could sneak aboard unnoticed, Alice?”

“Meow~~~~” Alice begged, trying her best to look cute and obedient.

Hill touched his nose and whispered, “Uncle Adrian, let her go!

Don’t disturb Grandfather.”

Adrian laughed, “Little Hill, you spoil this cat so much that it’s become so bold!

The Spirit of Nature dares to run into a magister’s domain, truly fearless!”

He tossed Alice into Hill’s arms, “Don’t think you can swagger around just because this is an elder’s ship.

If the teacher really wanted to experiment on you, as long as he doesn’t kill you, would you dare refuse?”

Being an alchemist was not liked by nature, as long as Alice wasn’t killed, nature wouldn’t indiscriminately despise humans.

What’s so bad about being disliked a bit!

This cat, raised so naive by Hill, made Adrian unwilling to see Hill worry, so he had to play the villain himself.

Hill understood Adrian’s kindness, “Quickly thank Uncle Adrian, Alice.

You really are too bold!”

“Meow~~ thank you, Mr.

Adrian,” Alice said softly, “I wanted to go outside to see, but Hill said it wasn’t safe outside.

I thought that since Mr.

Fran is going, Hill might let me follow.”

Adrian sat down at the door, looking from a distance at Hill holding the white cat, their identically moist green eyes looking hopefully at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

The great nobility of Saral mostly had blond hair and blue eyes.

But unlike others, Hill’s eyes were large and round, full of deep emotion and slightly blue.

Adrian had never known how to describe it, but now he finally understood, they were really like those of a cat.

Adrian knew once Hill became a magician, his lineage would increasingly lean towards the elves.

But Hill’s eyes didn’t look like those of an elf either.

He suddenly said with a laugh, “Are cats and bears relatives?”

Hill tilted his head in thought—pandas?

Then he angrily realized Adrian was talking about his eyes being like those of a bear—very much like a cat!

A magic hand slapped Adrian on the head.

Fran looked up, “You think I can’t hear you?”

Adrian hardly held back his laughter and said, “Teacher, Hill’s eyes widen just like Alice’s.”

“We’re ready to leave.

I’ve already set the course, first to Kloster.

Let’s see what William plans to do,” Fran said, ignoring him.

“If they can’t start a fight there, then let’s check out Black Rose.

I want to know how they’re defending against the Legendary’s attack.

The level of their magic towers in the city isn’t high.”

Fran glanced at Hill holding the cat, “You want to bring it, then keep it inside the cabin.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Hill raised the silent kitten, “Alice will behave too, right?”

“Meow!

Yes!” Alice clung tightly to Hill’s hand, too afraid to even lift her head.

Fran too lazy to bother with them, the airship quickly set off.

They arrived just in time.

William was frowning as he listened to a group of archbishops loudly reading a declaration of war below the city walls.

The grand and solemn divine oracle of the nobility and the God of Monarchy:

Saral, under the False God, commits grave disrespect!

William is unworthy of being King of Saral.

The people of Saral should abandon him and turn back to honor Edward as King, under the Noble Temple.

If the people of Saral submit, then exile the acolyte of the False God, William, and all declare their faith to the nobility and God of Monarchy!

If the people of Saral still remain deluded, the Noble Temple’s coalition will take up arms to completely eradicate the followers of the False God.

Those who follow the acolytes will also be executed!

Everyone saw William on the city walls, looking disdainful as he listened to the declaration.

The archbishops reading the declaration turned extremely angry, their faces turning green: William even dared to listen without proper respect!

Standing up, William sneered, “Everyone wants me dead, yet they expect me to grovel?

Dream on!”

He straightened up, looked back at the Saral national flag and the royal flag fluttering with the wind behind him, “I stand under the red flag, in the gaze of my Lord.

Saral has never desired to invade another country.

My Lord has always treated other deities equally.

The nobility and God of Monarchy unreasonably bully Saral, threatening us with war, using the threat of a war against the gods to intimidate my Lord.

Saral’s patience is limited.

My Lord does not bully anyone, nor does he permit anyone to bully us.

“You don’t provoke me, I do not provoke you, but if you provoke me, I will retaliate.

The words we speak always count.”

William looked indifferently at the enemy below the city wall, “If you want to fight, then fight!”

Even Fran was shocked by William.

He stood up and bowed deeply to William on the ground, “This is a king worthy of respect.”

Hill was silent, this patchwork declaration of war sounded really powerful!

Even though he could find its origins, Hill still felt excited listening to it.

William might have used someone else’s words, but that kind of emotion coming from deep within truly moves people.

William had poured all his nostalgia and love for his homeland into Saral.

Hill truly admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Kloster burst into fervent shouts, “Long live the King!

Long live Saral!”

The Noble Coalition was immersed in an unsettling silence.

A figure in red robes took flight, “No need for more words!

Acolytes of the False God!

The battle starts tomorrow morning!”

“Cardinal Dolbis Dionysio.

The future Pope of the Rose.” Fran suddenly said.

Hill understood Fran’s meaning.

With his appearance here, the God of Nobility must be descending at last.

Suddenly, several figures were launched from within the Noble Coalition, flying to either side. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Hill knew they were headed to attack the player cities.

One per city?

They are really underestimating the players’ combat power.

Fran commanded the airship to fly a bit higher.

He frowned and said, “We’ll see the situation in the morning.

That one likely won’t join the battle; just a figurehead.

Five of them can’t suppress William’s side.

Are they trying to tie down William and the others?

Is the main force directed at the Undead cities?”

Hill thought for a moment, “No matter how vicious they say the Undead Tribe is, those who haven’t seen them won’t believe it, right?”

Adrian laughed, “They won’t believe there are Magisters fighting desperately!

They still think killing a few will scare the rest off.”

Fran shook his head, “Too arrogant, with their eyes wide shut.

Tomorrow, they’ll learn what frustration is.

I wonder if they will survive.”

The William below did not stop the few who flew away.

He only began changing guards, placing the Undead Tribe on the city walls.

Hill was dumbfounded to see, at the rear half of the city wall divided by the tall city towers, two rows of houses had been erected.

Batches of Undead Sky Knights entered them.

Was William providing them a place to log in and out?

That couldn’t be, could it?

Hill thought timidly.

To resurrect right here?

At least disguise it with a church!

Hill felt William was capable of it, and so was that deity.

This was really convenient.

Hill saw Carl and Miller bow slightly to William before turning and walking towards the Magic Tower atop the city gate.

This kind of Magic Tower, built within the city walls, controls the Defensive Magic Array and the Magic Arrow Towers on the walls.

It also enhances the intensity of spells cast by Mages.

Now controlled in turns by two Legendary Mages, one wonders who would dare to charge up there tomorrow.

Adrian smirked, “Let’s see how many Divine Artifacts they bring tomorrow!”

Hill gasped inwardly.

He had forgotten about Divine Artifacts.

After all, using a Divine Artifact once requires a long cooldown, and just possessing them can deter others.

Temples hardly ever dare to use them nowadays.

So this future Pope wasn’t just preparing for a Divine Descent!

The Divine Artifacts must definitely be carried and used by him.

Hill suddenly laughed, “So they’ve brought so many people just to pray when using the Divine Artifacts?”

Fran shook his head, sighing, “Other than praying, what else can they do?

Can they outlast the Undead Tribe?

The ones now standing on the city walls are all Sky Knights!”

In the army from the Noble Temple, there aren’t even that many knights.

“Go rest, that’s it for today,” Fran said, “We’ll take a look in the morning, and if there’s nothing significant, we’ll head straight to Black Rose.”

“Okay, Grandfather.” Hill, still holding the well-behaved Alice, descended the final stairs of the ship’s cabin.

The lower level of the ship was divided into six cabins.

Hill walked to the last one and opened the door.

As he grasped the doorknob, a voice sounded, “Please state your name.”

“Hill Polanio.”

“Alice.”

Hill looked at the silly cat in his hands, “Alice, you may not leave the room on your own.”

“Meow!

No!”

“Room of Hill Polanio confirmed.

Alice is not within the allowed range.”

“Grandfather certainly won’t give you access, Alice,” Hill said nonchalantly, “This isn’t my domain to do as you please.

Behave yourself these next few days and don’t leave my side.

Grandfather really will throw you out if he gets angry.”

“I’ll be good,” Alice lay discouraged in Hill’s arms.

Hill patted her little head and looked around the one-bedroom, one-living room suite with an attached restroom.

Given by Adrian, albeit a small space, it was arranged quite cozily.

The fresh, natural white sofa and the soft-looking white carpet gave a comforting feeling.

Leaving Alice to play on her own in the living room, Hill smiled as he walked into the bedroom.

Time to get a good night’s sleep and brace for tomorrow’s grand performance.