Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 845 - 641: The Unique Demon-sealing Magic Formation

Looking at the chaos ahead, Hill sneered, "An Pengfei, come here."

Hill’s voice carried the power of purification, and An Pengfei, whose mind had been clouded by the aura of bloodshed, suddenly regained clarity. Realizing he stood in the Blood Pool fighting with his subordinates, he swiftly turned and rushed toward Hill.

Most of the guards in the Blood Pool were already numb, mechanically following An Pengfei back.

Instead, a few who were shirking their duties, standing in the corner, reacted a bit slower.

An Pengfei, standing by Hill’s side, naturally noticed. If he hadn’t been confused, how could he miss such an obvious betrayal?

His expression suddenly darkened.

It seemed that An Minyi was indeed his confidant, otherwise, Eldest Young Master An, accustomed to the internal struggles within the Noble Clans, wouldn’t reveal such a blatant expression.

Hill patted his shoulder, added a protective spell on him, and then took out his magic book, releasing a series of purification spells.

Even when the purification spells sizzled against the frenzied ’Chosen Ones,’ they still pressed on over the purification wall Hill had set up.

An Pengfei quickly stepped forward, wielding his weapon to attack.

Hill thought for a moment and then enchanted their weapons with a layer of purification spell-like abilities, naturally skipping those few people.

Hill did not like traitors at all.

An Pengfei whispered, "I hope Mr. Polanio will assist in overseeing the battle." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Hill nodded; it seemed An Pengfei intended to let the An Family handle this matter and, by the way, show the people of other families the truth of the ’Pit of Ten Thousand.’ Even if the mark of Bane can’t be recognized by the Shulong people, the undead ’Chosen Ones,’ which all Red Robe Mages would recognize, can be identified by anyone at a glance.

Hill wasn’t a Ferun person and didn’t feel that such matters that might provoke conflict between the Ferun Great Land and the Shulong Empire were of any concern to him, so he agreed readily.

Although he felt increasingly indifferent towards the Shulong people, if Shulong and the Ferun Great Land truly clashed, Hill thought he would just remain neutral.

However, the Shulong Empire’s first response might still be against the Wo Empire, wouldn’t it?

Even though their land combat capability has greatly decreased, the Shulong Empire’s navy fleet and magic ship fleet are still the best in the world.

Only the Elf Fleet can compare to them, but their numbers are much fewer than those of the Shulong Empire. In the past few hundred years since the Elf Empire’s full retreat, except for the North, the other seas have nearly all become the Shulong Empire’s domain.

A fight wouldn’t be bad at all, Hill thought carelessly, it would be best if their country was destroyed, then he would definitely send a congratulatory gift to the Shulong Empire.

Hill felt the vibration from the ground above.

He quickly lifted his head to sense it.

An Ran, clearly injured, stood behind a middle-aged man who looked very much like An Pengfei, probably the Head of the An Family.

Next to the Head of the An Family stood four or five men dressed similarly, likely the Clan Leaders of other noble families, while Prefect Bai stood nearby with a livid face.

As many as forty sorcerers were chanting spells, attempting to completely remove the land above the Blood Pool.

But perhaps due to their belonging to different families, these sorcerers were not exerting full power, and with tacit understanding, each removed about the same volume of earth.

At this rate, Hill suspected they would have to wait until morning to finish digging.

The sun was about to completely dip below the horizon, and the active period of the undead was approaching quickly.

Although others weren’t anxious, the An Family certainly was.

The Head of the An Family sneered as he asked Prefect Bai, "Is this the family you staunchly support? I wonder how His Majesty the Emperor will evaluate you? Witch Bai struggled for centuries, only to destroy everything in your hands!"

"What does this have to do with my father?" Prefect Bai angrily replied, "I will take responsibility for my mistakes! I will immediately return to the Imperial Capital and beg for forgiveness from His Majesty the Emperor!"

The Head of the An Family stared at Prefect Bai, and the few Clan Leaders beside him also studied him intently.

The battles among noble families have always been invisible yet deadly; true fools could never become Clan Leaders. Even if someone really wanted to compete, they would already be dead without a burial place.

So, in their social circles, it was exceedingly rare to encounter someone this foolish.

Taking responsibility, my foot! Nobody would know him without Witch Bai.

The Bai Family tried to take on the noble families but failed; Witch Bai might still be protected by His Majesty the Emperor, but after creating such a pit of ten thousand people, if His Majesty dared to protect them, he would have to consider whether he could still sit securely on the throne.

For such matters, noble families could appeal directly to the Heavens. Although the Haotian God disliked meddling in mortal affairs, he was always just.

Those eyes filled with the fire of karma needed only one look to shorten the life of the Shulong Emperor.

Hill couldn’t help but laugh; the Head of the An Family was attempting to use Prefect Bai, thinking this guy must be frantically trying to restore Witch Bai’s status. Perhaps he might have some way to quickly remove the soil, and the Great Witch wouldn’t possibly only give the witchcraft instrument to Young Master Bai and not to a son he valued.

But what was unexpected was that Prefect Bai was completely unaware of what their family’s fate would be.

Return and confess? He won’t even see the hem of the Emperor’s robe before being dragged out and executed with his entire family.

Hill certainly knows that he can simply wave his hand, and the nearly kilometer-thick layer of earth and stone above him will move aside, but why should he do that?

Anyway, while he’s here, An Pengfei and the others won’t die. If someone requests Hill to do anything extra, he might consider it, but no one even wants to ask him.

He doesn’t need to be so proactive.

The most crucial thing is, there’s still a magic array beneath his feet ready to be activated!

This is a hybrid array, mainly a large-scale demon-sealing magic array of the Ferun, but the interior is entirely different.

It seems more like a collaboration between a Ferun Mage and some mysterious faction, with very peculiar lines.

He’s currently working hard to sketch this array stroke by stroke, although he can sense its ability to seal casting spells, Hill still can’t quite understand how it’s done.

This kind of large array that he’s never seen before has captured all his attention; Hill decides to record it in detail first and then study it slowly.

He’s a bit happy now.

He thought coming to Shulong this time would yield nothing more than observing some intrigue!

Hill’s heart, which hadn’t been calmed even after gathering a lot of good stuff, suddenly became tranquil.

But he can also see that this array hasn’t been formed for long; many runes are clearly inactive.

Moreover, Hill discovered something very interesting: this array seems to be using the power of evil to bind shadow souls.

No wonder these evil spirits, who could easily pass through walls to leave, stayed here obediently guarding the blood pool.

Most evil spirits born after people are killed, their first reaction is to kill any living person they see.

Indeed, many evil spirits avenged themselves, but that’s not because they have intelligence; their perpetrators simply didn’t have time to escape.

Hill quickly understood why Santarin would cooperate with the Wo people.

This demon-sealing magic array, if powerful enough and sufficiently energized, might be able to turn those in Shade Soul City into captives of Santarin.

They might even be put to use as power sources for the Felin Magic Mallow.

This really is... worthy of the tyrant Bane! What a lively mind.

Hill pondered in silence; no wonder on the original timeline, Shade Soul City suffered such heavy losses attacking Santir Fortress years later, even losing a prince.

By then, the Pit of Ten Thousand blood pool on Shulong’s side had already been successfully tested, right?

Stories from the Shulong Empire have always been rarely circulated, but the Shulong Empire indeed went from flourishing to declining after Midnight’s first death, and that’s when Shulong ceased all contact with the Ferun Great Land.

Unlike now, Hill clearly feels that trade between the two continents is very close.

Now Hill suddenly understood that not mentioning how Haidong Province is wealthy due to continental trade, just seeing how Haidong Province is always the soldier source for the Shulong Navy fleet, one can understand the importance of this province to the Shulong Empire.

If it were destroyed, it would be an unbearable weight for this country.

Moreover, such heavy casualties would also affect the Heavenly Court. Sending a fool like Prefect Bai here to Haidong, the Emperor might just suddenly die, and that Haotian God... always acts directly.

Hill moved his hand again, letting white mist float around him.

An Pengfei quickly discovered that if he were injured, just backing up a few steps would allow him to enter a mist, and his injuries would recover quickly.

But those traitors, now dared not fight at all, could only stand in the corner thinking of ways to stop their bleeding. Even though they were bleeding profusely, the Great Mage could act as if he didn’t see them, instead treating these people as bait.

The most ferocious ones, who obviously knew killing could benefit them, were all destroyed by lightning before reaching those people, yet their claws were extremely long, sometimes able to extend, making An Minyi and the others resist very hard, everyone was injured, further attracting evil spirits.

But those guys didn’t even dare to have angry expressions; they could keep their lives because Mr. Polanio was kind.

Although more likely because the Great Mage still had a sense of justice, not wanting living people to die at the hands of the undead.

An Pengfei felt the pressure around him suddenly decrease, turned to glance at the stairway: why hasn’t support arrived? If Great Mage Polanio hadn’t suddenly come, An Pengfei might have died here.

Those two people sent out, they couldn’t both have problems, right?

"You don’t need to worry." Hill noticed a bit of panic on An Pengfei’s face and told him, "An Ran thought you were too careless and has already returned himself."

An Pengfei smiled bitterly; he truly learned a lesson this time and dared not casually trust his past friends anymore.

An Minyi... what is this for?

Is there something that, as the future Clan Leader, he couldn’t fulfill, yet chose to betray him?