Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 259 - 64th - : Sudden Outbreak of Battle (Requesting Monthly Tickets~~~~)

After William announced the start of the celebration, the top of the King’s Hall slowly opened, transforming into eight uneven black petals inlaid with silver threads.

The hall also extended a silver-black stone staircase leading directly to the top of the petals.

William extended his hand and invited everyone, "Please, come up to the sky terrace! Saral’s fireworks festival is truly worth watching."

As soon as William finished speaking, a row of beautiful maids in dark golden dresses emerged from the rear passage of the hall, approaching each guest to lead the way.

Hill could feel that they had specific targets.

Hill looked up and saw that the legends had been invited to a slightly larger terrace.

Hill then looked at the ’A Deer’ smiling radiantly at him.

In the hall, the maids should all have been from the Undead Tribe, and Hill recognized a few who were all priests of the God of Time and Space, the highest ranking among them.

Hill nodded to the player with a beaming smile, grabbed Adrian by the arm, and followed them up to the petal terrace, finding a corner to stand.

William had concealed the names of the Undead Tribe.

The blond, blue-eyed girl in a formal palace gown flitted through the crowd with a gentle smile, appearing not much different from the people of this world. At most, she was just prettier, but this was a court, a place naturally filled with beautiful women.

After ’A Deer’ and her companions had brought everyone to the sky terrace, they stood steadily on the steps, and behind them, another row of maids gracefully carrying trays filled with drinks and food emerged.

Hill used his peripheral vision to watch the elves who had been taken to a separate terrace, thinking they were covertly observing everything in the Royal Palace.

On the terrace, round silver stone tables began to rise. The attendants started serving beverages, drinks, and desserts.

Hill watched Cunlü meekly arranging the food and really wanted to ask what kind of rewards William had offered to enable them to do so much.

Feeling Hill’s curious gaze, Cunlü smiled tenderly, her hand gently brushing her golden wavy hair as she swayed her hips and descended from the terrace, her long dark golden dress swirling into a stunning bloom around her.

Adrian, who also remembered this member of the Undead Tribe, quietly asked next to Hill’s ear, "What does she mean by that?"

"Their hair and clothes are task rewards," Hill whispered back to Adrian.

Adrian nodded slightly, understanding immediately.

They had quite a bit of contact with the Undead Tribe. Although not as familiar as Hill, Adrian knew a bit too. For many undead girls, these external appearances of hairstyles and clothes were even more important than high-level alchemical weapons.

If they were limited edition, fierce fights almost broke out to acquire them; brawls were not uncommon.

Hill looked around; the waterfall-like golden hair cascading down from the heads was perfectly colored. Under the crystal lights, the shiny hair reflected specks of starlight, smooth and beautiful.

How could William possibly have blended it? Had he also gone into cosmetology at some point?

Or did the only female deity, the Goddess of Joy, help out? Queen Spencer had never learned painting before, had she?

As Hill mused skeptically in his mind, he casually glanced down at the King’s Hall.

Sure enough, all the King’s Guard had vanished, and the Royal Palace’s guards and maids had all been replaced by the Undead Tribe.

The previously unheard-of name-hiding feature had allowed William to play another game of information warfare.

After so many years, the native professionals had long grown accustomed to seeing names floating above heads composed of elements, which indicated the Undead Tribe.

Very few people bothered to use their spiritual power to observe anymore, and high priests were not so easily spotted; their aura always emitted a divine sensation.

The maids who had arranged the beverages left the hall, then re-entered with full trays, standing neatly against the wall.

Everything efficiently concluded, William’s throne on the elevated platform also slowly rose into the air.

Gradually ascending higher than the Sky Terrace, the platform extended eight golden ribbons towards those petals.

Almost simultaneously, the Royal Palace Square and all the medium-sized Magic Towers in Kexlote launched dazzling fireworks.

Elves standing on the largest petal to the left were irresistibly drawn to the grand fireworks display.

Bursts of elements in the sky formed vivid flowers and splendid fountains.

Even at their most brilliant, the fireworks in the sky formed constellations of the Human Deities of the Divine Kingdom.

The crystal lights of the King’s Hall gradually dimmed, and the light from the fireworks illuminated everyone’s faces.

At this moment, the Sky Terrace also began to move, slowly rotating around William’s high throne.

Everyone could see the fireworks rising in all directions without moving a muscle.

Hill pursed his lips and gently tugged at Adrian’s robe.

At the rear few petals, the crowd began to thin out.

Those who were frail and elderly watched for a while and then started to move downwards. Initially, the elves observed carefully, but as they noticed that the little nobles on the other side were moving around frequently — whether leaving or just socializing on the adjacent petals without caring about having to descend the lengthy spiral staircase and climb back up — their attention waned.

If one were not familiar with the faces of the Undead Tribe like Hill, one would not have noticed that the constant scurrying of the little nobles resulted in them gradually being replaced.

The Saral Nobles had been purged several times already; those who remained either obeyed obediently or understood the situation clearly.

Hill didn’t see any problem with William isolating them from this somewhat dangerous powder keg first.

On the petal where the Great Nobility and ministers were, messengers from other countries were also present, continuously engaging in small talk and even discussing subtle under-the-table deals. The inexpensive Alchemy Products from Saral still held significant allure for these messengers.

Hill knew that if a major incident occurred, his own petal would be in greater danger.

The elves were not foolish enough to involve all human nations yet; they could still negotiate with Saral, a state that was anything but weak, where every power had the backing of deities.

The King’s high platform, a peaceful Legendary Sky Terrace, and his own side were the main targets of the attack.

Amidst the myriad of fireworks, the Elf Princess began walking towards the ribbon connected to William’s high platform.

She wore a feather-light gown, her blue hair fluttering in the wind, and occasionally, the light veil on her face would lift, revealing her flawlessly perfect profile.

Her steps were light, moving across the ribbon as if floating like a blue Phoenix butterfly.

Under everyone’s gaze, this Princess, a direct descendant of the Elf God, stared intently at William’s beautiful eyes, her gaze wafting, her waist twisting gently, graceful and alluring.

William lounged, one hand propping up his chin, leaning on the armrest of the throne.

His eyes also fixed on the Princess floating towards him.

They gazed at each other, face to face.

Hill mentally narrated in his mind, "A beauty appears, as graceful as the wind. Their encounter sparks emotions as deep as the moonlight."

"Can you stay away from me?" William shifted his position, his tone playful, "That smell on you is really foul."

Taking dainty steps that were about to ascend the high platform, the Elf Princess’s body stiffened, and she glared fiercely at William.

With quick reflexes, Hill grabbed an extendable cord and connected Adrian to himself.

It was really about to kick off!