Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 830 - 626: Valkin’s Sudden Outburst

As for creatures like cattle, whether they are intelligent or not, whether they eat grass or meat, they are actually quite easily angered.

The Giant Bull Demon quickly got into a fierce state. Although it remembered not to charge quickly, it swung its large club without hesitation, striding forward, attempting to kill the mages and archers that attacked it.

That Demon Priest first tried to stabilize the emotions of the Giant Bull Demon, and only decided to continue following when it realized it was of no use.

These were a few seconds of opportunity that Hill certainly wouldn’t miss.

A Scorching Ray instantly pierced through the black evil aura swirling around her from mid-air. This infamous Abyss Protection Spell was directly torn apart by the golden pillar of light.

The Demon Priest didn’t even have time to scream before being evaporated by the power of brilliance, while the Giant Bull Demon caught in the aftermath let out an earth-shattering wail.

The Light of Illumination gently burned on his body, already rushing over to stop him, the Undead Knight quickly halted but was bumped into the massive demon by the companion behind him.

They stared at each other, climbing up from the bull-headed monster writhing in pain on the ground. The endlessly burning flames hadn’t caused any harm to the Undead Knights.

From behind Hell’s Gate came a terrible roar: "Damn Archmage! Do you dare stand against me, Grazt?"

Hill couldn’t help but widen her eyes, answering softly, "Lord Wu’an. Even a Neutral Faction Archmage would kill a Level 17 Demon Priest like her without hesitation!

You’re upset because I burned her soul along with her body, aren’t you? But that was the fate she deserved.

A betrayer... everyone deserves to execute them, and isn’t this how Lord Wu’an manages his own Agrazzt?

Or have demons learned from devils, that betrayal is the truth?"

"Hmph!" Grazt said coldly, "Next time..."

"To hell with your next time..." A golden figure suddenly appeared on the protective castle, "Die with me!"

"Valkin!" A melodious voice rang out anxiously, "Don’t act rashly!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The cloud of Gold Coins surged towards Hell’s Gate like a covering sky.

At this time, there was no room to care about any space rifts, Hill could only take out the Magic Book, layering Defensive Spells on the desperately fleeing Purwell.

As she was swept into the space-time turbulence, Hill’s last thought was: Valkin’s method against Lord Wu’an was much harsher than when dealing with him!

That cloud was so massive... if Valkin’s avatar were to be destroyed, he might even be demoted to a Demigod.

Hill didn’t think that avatar could be preserved, as Coron, who had been watching there all along, would definitely not let go of the fool who blew up half of the Supreme Forest.

Coron’s long-planned scheme was completely ruined by her hands.

Sitting in the space-time turbulence, Hill pondered, Lyril might not have been wrong, Valkin was probably already insane before coming out of the Bottomless Abyss.

Luckily, Lyril still had some intelligence. Although Purwell quickly withdrew the platform on its back, Hill saw the followers of the gods on the fortress already enveloped in Golden Light.

Probably, only the foolish ones from other countries came for battle achievements would die, as Lyril’s kindness was always limited.

However... Hill wondered skeptically, how did Valkin, sealed within the Divine Kingdom, receive news so timely?

Could it be that AO doesn’t wish for the Supreme Forest to fall back under Coron’s control?

Coron had just appeared, and it was quite normal for Grazt, who was preparing for the blood battle behind Hell’s Gate, to react quickly. Maybe Coron was planning to use the Undead Tribe to exhaust a large number of cannon fodder demons under Lord Wu’an’s command.

Rather than establishing a foothold in Toril, the Demon Lord’s greatest fear was that the outcomes of the blood battle wouldn’t satisfy the Abyssal Will, pleasing the Abyss was their biggest pursuit in life.

Grazt, not daring to expend too many subordinates, might, with slight setbacks over the years, have made Coron find a way to thoroughly seal this Space Gate.

However, Valkin’s intervention rendered Coron’s scheming a complete failure.

He wanted the Supreme Forest returned intact.

Such quick reaction speed, neither Valkin nor Lyril were likely capable of it. This must have been realized upon discovering that the Undead Tribe had been transported to the forest’s edge by Coron, thereby understanding the chance for revenge and immediately descending an avatar.

If Valkin had this level of intelligence and reaction speed, he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

Hill drew back her thoughts, sitting on the terrace. The remaining matters were internal disputes among the Toril Gods, unrelated to him. The only thing he was thankful for was burning that Demon Priest and her soul altogether.

Otherwise, even if he died in the space-time turbulence, Grazt could have reclaimed her soul, and that would have been too regrettable.

Hill looked up, watching as Purwell happily roamed through the chaotic space currents, while the little fairies were all pressed against the fish-eye windows, squealing in alarm at the outside.

The space rift was indeed terrifying. Although the otherworldly whale excelled at navigating such turbulent flows, any other creature caught in it would barely leave a complete corpse. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Valkin... back then she struck without even checking if there were others from the temple left on the battlefield. Hill thought that although she was insane, she definitely knew she was being used.

But she didn’t care at all, whether the mastermind could hold onto her or not; all she wanted was to exact revenge on the demon that reduced her to this: Grazt, having lost over a billion demon cannon fodder, would surely be punished by the Abyssal Will if he couldn’t replenish them in time.

With the temper of that Lord Wu’an, he absolutely couldn’t tolerate a drop in his status in the Abyss; in the end, he would only send all his subordinates outside his Silver Palace, including his offspring, to the Blood War battlefield.

Hill was silent for a while, recalling the rumors from Mark City: Valkin, after only staying a hundred years in the Silver Palace, was cast into the city where the marketplace was by Grazt, where only Grazt’s most loyal subordinates resided.

Now, those subordinates, it seems, would have to truly show their loyalty to Lord Wu’an.

Although he still didn’t like Valkin, Hill didn’t feel much hatred over her approach to perish together.

Hill turned his head to speak to List standing beside him, "Have you informed Marsha? Tell him to let Lynn know I’m safe, just that it might take a bit of time to find the way."

List smiled wryly, "I sent the message right as the space exploded, Marsha replied with an ’acknowledged,’ and I didn’t hear anything afterward."

Hill nodded, "As long as the safety was reported, it’s fine. As long as nothing happened at that moment, Lynn, knowing Purwell’s identity, wouldn’t worry too much."

Worrying was inevitable; Hill only hoped that the exit wouldn’t be too far from Ferun.

Suddenly, Purwell flicked his tail and jumped out from a ring of light, "A fellow kindred is calling..."

Hill thought for a moment, then hung various rings and amulets around himself again, switching to the Crystal Flower Robe, enveloped in the icy cloak created by the Ring of Winter; it’s been a while since he was this cautious.

But summons from an otherworldly whale only meant two things: the appearance of the most delicious cosmic worms or encountering an unbeatable enemy.

Hill hoped more for an enemy. Regardless of the type, he had nothing to fear; Hill felt that together with Purwell, they could contend against pretty much anything. Even if it was a Demon Lord, Hill had the Supreme God Talisman to use; given a bit of time, the otherworldly whale could escape.

But if it were worms, Hill felt he would definitely have a headache.

Those creatures were almost the original form of the insect race, and each group numbered in the tens of billions, although otherworldly whales were their natural enemies and worms could only be eaten when encountering them. Still, the idea of dwelling among these insects was not an experience Hill wished to have.

Especially with Purwell... unable to eat them and only watching his kindred feast, Hill seriously worried that at that time, he’d be watching the insects outside while listening to Purwell’s wailing.

Just the thought of it made life seem bleak.

Luck was on his side, at least for Hill, it was on the better half.

It was a young whale, even more immature than Purwell, likely just ventured out from their home to explore the starry sky but failed to hide perfectly, getting discovered by the bald mage in the red robe standing before him.

Purwell flicked his tail and landed in front of the young whale, his appearance too unique to mistake for a wild otherworldly whale.

So the Sel Wizard in the red robe, in an unusually angry tone, asked, "Are you not being too greedy?"

Hill thought for a moment; for a red robe, if he were to say he came to rescue the little otherworldly whale, the mage would probably think he was crazy.

So he just lightly asked, "Do you want to fight me?"

Though unsure how this red-robe mage ended up on this endless sea, for the cautious Sel Wizard, unnecessary injuries were to be avoided, and he didn’t seem to be here specifically to catch otherworldly whales.

Indeed, the passing-by bald mage in the red robe turned away after a few seconds of silence, clearly sensing the pressure Hill exerted through Purwell. Unless desperate, he couldn’t hope to win.

He had important matters to attend to, and this wasn’t a large otherworldly whale, so there was no need.

As the red-robed figure retreated, Purwell suddenly spread the fins on his face, giving the young whale a sharp slap, and began scolding loudly.

His voice rose and fell, full of rhythm, swiftly attracting a group of little flower fairies, even some fairy spirits who had just moved from the Supreme Forest came out in small groups to listen.

Soon, songs started resonating, harmonizing up and down with Purwell’s scolding, and Hill admired Purwell’s persistence to continue admonishing in such an atmosphere, yet he could no longer bear it.

The song of the little fairies was indeed pleasant, as long as only one or two were singing.

He quickly returned to his study, trying to determine their location: given the appearance of the Sel Wizard, at least they were still on Toril.

The mage clearly had his own mission and dared not waste time; otherwise, with the red robe’s cunning and devious nature, he would have test-probed for a long time.