Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 732 - 531: The Inevitable Appearance of Baal

Lansendel sipped the wine floating before him with his sharp beak, chuckling as he asked Hill, "If my followers come here to build a Temple, can they stay at your place?"

Hill couldn’t help but look back toward the East, saying somewhat speechlessly, "Do you plan to have your followers fly to work every day? Even by horse, the nearest wilderness is three hours away from here!"

Lansendel happily said, "I’m just offering them a comfortable living option, a grace from my position as the Main God. As for whether they want to enjoy such pleasure, well, I can’t control that.

Besides, they can at least come here to rest during their time off!

Your town is more suitable for my followers than the city, devoid of some undesirable filth."

Hill fell silent. To build a Temple for the deity he worshipped, especially knowing that this deity was particularly attentive to the construction of Temples, how many would choose to rest?

Surely they would consider exploring other cities after the Temple was established, mostly to make its establishment known to all. How many would choose to rest in Hill’s small town!

Most of the residents here were professionals, each with their own beliefs, and the population was too small.

Even if Lansendel acted nonchalantly, he was still a deity who controlled countless followers! His actions truly embodied the essence of a superior being.

Hill looked at the carefree Lansendel and asked curiously, "How long can you stay here?"

Even if AO let him off early, it was impossible to perpetually let the Lord of Dawn, a well-known erratic bomb, wander aimlessly around Toril.

"Ah~" Lansendel sighed deeply, "When they come out and scatter to escape, I’ll have to go to the wilderness behind and wait to save an unfortunate soul. I don’t know what it is, but the Tablets of Fate have designated that only my power will be useful.

But in that wilderness ruin, there’s a Temple that interests me, one that I had discovered in Anmur before, possibly a belief from the Naesreiel era related to the Sun.

The Dawn occasionally wants to see the Noon as well, Hill."

Lansendel’s last words were light, but Hill understood that he genuinely wanted to try becoming the Sun God.

"The Tablets of Fate never act withouth purpose; every move it makes has a following consequence," Hill said slowly. "Showing you that Temple might have a purpose too."

Lansendel laughed ’cackling’: "Of course I know that, Hill. Every initiation of the Tablets of Fate is actually rooted in the gods’ unwillingness to resign.

Just like this time, isn’t it because of Bhaal’s reluctance to fall completely?

There might be other deities involved too.

Neverwinter will join in, who knows if Bane has also intervened? The deeply hidden Santarin Council in The North is too involved in this affair to not extend their reach.

It’s just that your territory is really a big trouble, the Evil Faction can’t even touch the edges.

The fall of the God of Mysterious Lock is all too normal; this thing distinguishes my enemies too easily, making it impossible for outsiders to cause trouble.

Wait until these heroes~ return to their own lands, then you’ll know what chaos really is.

You might find that someone’s real mother is a Santarin spy.

Such things are just not likely in your territory."

He said such a lot, skirting around the edges, just hinting that he wouldn’t give up easily.

That’s the pride of being the Lord of Dawn; he absolutely wants to try to see the sunlight at noon, the sunset at dusk.

Hill sighed inwardly.

That real Sun God, it seems, was destined to awaken, but Hill still hoped Lansendel would not choose the worst path.

Hill finally advised him, "Think of Suren. Who can truly replace her position."

Lansendel’s eyes gently closed and then reopened, nodding, "I understand. Hill, my friend. Thank you for your reminder; I’ll think things through before acting."

Hill smiled and poured him another glass of wine.

He really didn’t want Lansendel, in his attempt to become the Sun God, to cause that kind of disaster.

Every time for these whims of whether good or evil deities, the ordinary people of Toril World always face the most tragic consequences.

The world sways between rebooting and destruction, with human lives deemed more insignificant than ants.

Although many deities have ways to resolve everything before the final crisis, the people who die in the process can only report to the Grim Reaper.

There’s nothing Hill can do about the deeds of the Evil Faction, but he genuinely hopes that this Lord of Dawn, who claims to love life profoundly, won’t do what even the Evil Faction hasn’t done.

Hill knows he might not be able to defy fate, but he still prefers to speak up more, hoping that even if the outcome remains the same, at least fewer people would die in the process.

Lansendel may appear unreliable, but he is indeed an excellent candidate for a friend.

He accepts well-intentioned advice readily, dislikes lying, and reciprocates sincerity to friends who treat him with honesty.

Hill watched the thoughtful Lord of Dawn, sighing inwardly.

His friend would probably never see the daylight he envisioned in his heart; the accursed Tablets of Fate show hope only to deliver despair!

Forget about greed; even Hill, when seeing a chance to get a promotion and pay raise just within reach—if only he stretched a bit—wouldn’t hesitate to strive for it.

Whoever it is, wanting to achieve a better version of themselves is not wrong.

However, the methods used by the Lord of Dawn were a bit foolish and too aggressive. Even if he had succeeded, he would have been shunned by his colleagues.

I just hope he can think it through!

Hill felt that Lansendel had previously only thought of the glorious outcomes and had not considered the possibility of his failure.

Yet, courage and confidence are inherently part of his divinity, and his followers would only be more radical than he was.

"Someone is coming out!" Agleya shouted, "Ah! It looks like they are fleeing for their lives."

Hill abruptly stood up, quickly communicating with his Divine Artifact painting through his Mental Sea, and instructed Lansendel, "I have a way to deal with Baal’s remnant spirit. Do not intervene.

I need to make it clear to these folks that it’s not about not being able to do it, but about not wanting to do it.

Otherwise, they’ll think they’re seizing treasures from me because of my incompetence, believing that’s why I’m giving them the chance.

Once they think I’m powerless and only relying on the protection of Agleya and Tyr, there will be more tests to come.

Toril is indeed an interesting world.

People don’t care about the revenge of deities!"

"Of course, because most deities don’t care about the life or death of their followers or devotees!" Lansendel laughed, "The dead followers still return to the Divine Kingdom, don’t they? It’s not a total annihilation.

What angers deities more than followers dying, is when devils steal the souls of their followers.

As for whether the followers are willing to die.

Hill, being able to bring your deceased followers back to the Divine Kingdom is already a sign of a highly trustworthy deity!

So even if you were killed, if the reason is acceptable, Agleya might only have half a chance to seek revenge!" Lansendel’s bird-like face revealed a strange expression, "And Tyr, would definitely not change his convictions for a recognized friend.

He is different from us; if he violates his divinity, it is truly worse than death."

Hill nodded; therefore, it was understandable that Lansendel didn’t like Tyr very much, whose emotions were too overwhelming and whose impulses made him as unmanageable as a husky, a husky bigger than a giant Alaskan malamute no less.

The complete opposite of Tyr.

Just after a few words were exchanged, Baal’s temple had suddenly collapsed.

The Child of Bhaal was indeed devoured; Baal, temporarily resurrected through his son, had pulled back the divine power from the temple.

"Dad! Is he alive?" Agleya asked in surprise, looking at the adventurer who was already half-dead, "Can a deceased deity resurrect so easily?"

"No, he’s just temporarily controlling the body. That’s his son. Baal had tampered with these children from the start and could control them at any time." Hill frowned, staring at the fighter whose body had turned bluish-black, "Children with strong willpower could actually break free from his control, but this fighter was inherently timid, which made him more likely to have problems.

Baal is directly using that body to recover; his body is no longer among the living."

Hill sneered, Baal was planning to abandon this body. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

But if he wanted to maintain his soul’s existence, that would require a ceremony of the undead.

He was planning to sacrifice all the residents of the nearby town to himself before the body was completely useless.

Baal sneered, glancing at the adventurers fleeing in all directions, and then looked up at the Paladin on the hillside. With a powerful swing from behind, Baal launched a Knight Commander’s spear straight at the Paladin.

He completely ignored the floating castle that had drifted over to this side of the town.

The Paladins set up a Shield Wall, glowing all over, as a blood-red glowing gauntlet appeared in mid-air.

However, the violent conflict everyone envisioned did not occur.

That wall, too, was within Hill’s Puzzle Lock range!

A large Water Ball appeared in mid-air, enveloping the spear within the sphere.

No matter how much the spear struggled, it was utterly unable to break free and was slowly being drained of its strength.

The Paladins couldn’t help but turn to glance at the floating castle above them.

This castle, which had been stationed in the southeast corner of the sky, had already moved to a position parallel to Tyr Temple, right beside the main road.

They had always known that Hill’s Puzzle Lock was powerful, but they hadn’t expected it to be this powerful.

Being able to counter a level 20 legend and faint divine power are completely different concepts.

Hill glanced at the scene below, frowning deeply.

If he had to rely on Tyr’s Paladins to cover the retreat of those adventurers, and if Tyr would not perform a Divine Descent, wouldn’t that mean an outcome of total annihilation?

Silver Shield, is it being sacrificed?