Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 733 - 532: The Interrupted Tragic Epic

Lansendel peered out and said, "Tyr is really willing to go to great lengths! Is that his Avatar Incarnation? To think that even that could be sacrificed."

It seems that Dawn also believes that Tyr wouldn’t choose Divine Descent.

"But if so, what reason does he have not to take action?" Agleya whispered, "Isn’t he the God of Justice who opposes evil?"

"Tyr wouldn’t be so shameless as to not be trusted in his commitment to justice.

But now in the Stellar Realm, there must be enemies that prevent him from attending to Toril," Lansendel explained, "Even if Tyr wanted to defy the Tablets of Fate to save his paladins, he couldn’t.

What surprises me is not that he didn’t take the demigod-level Holy Knight away; it’s that he didn’t intervene.

Perhaps this is also a manifestation of the justice in his heart!

If it truly required a great sacrifice from the Righteous Knights, he would never choose to withdraw his Avatar Incarnation.

And the demigod below must also agree with this choice.

He is willing to fall alongside his Knight Corps."

However, these paladins have a lot of faith in you! They didn’t instruct their families and friends about what might happen.

They left all those people to you.

It’s quite interesting because Tyr’s followers hardly ever trust any lord; their studies in law lead them to doubt all who wield power.

Therefore, the reputation of Tyr’s paladins isn’t very good; they are known for declaring guilt first and then seeking evidence.

However, in a place like Toril, although there indeed are some unlucky souls who are wrongfully accused, the vast majority truly deserve to die.

I do admire their determination to eradicate evil, but I dislike their indiscriminate way of doing it."

Hill looked at Lansendel speechlessly; so the issues caused by your followers almost surpass those of the Evil Faction, and since the intentions are good, you, the Lord of Dawn, can continue to sit in your Neutral Good position and watch the excitement.

Otherwise, Dawn would have turned into dusk long ago.

Lansendel did not notice Hill’s peculiar expression; he glanced at the knights’ kin standing anxiously in the town.

The confusion on their faces proved their ignorance.

These paladins of Tyr truly live up to their nickname of ’tin cans.’

What is this about justice and impartiality at such times!

Agleya suddenly spoke, "Why do they think this Knight Corps needs to sacrifice themselves when I am here?"

"Ambori, even that demi-god Paladin is easy for you to handle!" Lansendel laughed, "What’s so hard about ripping up seaweed.

Even without that demigod, a well-organized Paladin Legion could drive her away.

You can only exert faint divine power here, right? That’s not much different from the demigods under a powerful deity.

Hill has always only used support spells.

They don’t want to drag you down with them."

Hill turned his head and looked at the chaos under the sea with a smile: "Unfortunately, I’m not interested in watching any tragic epic; I’ll take care of my own family!"

For Baal, the abundant life force in Agleya Town was his only lifeline, and he too was desperate.

The worst outcome would be the sacrifice of the body he currently inhabited, continuing to wait in the darkness for the next opportunity.

He didn’t care about gold and silver jewelry; glancing at the adventurers fleeing in all directions, Baal rose to the water surface, stepping on the waves and heading straight towards the city wall guarded by the paladins, his face revealing a vicious smile.

Observers on the main road fled in panic.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and everything was in disarray.

But no one left the vicinity of the town; instead, most people surged into the two Temples to hide, while every window of the inn revealed frightened faces.

The whale song suddenly rose again, and Agleya stood up, tugging the wind chimes forcefully.

Hill’s voice echoed leisurely over the town: "Sometimes I really don’t understand why, when evil factions appear, they don’t take the open city gates, but first target the guards on the city walls.

Especially here where we don’t even have gates.

Do they think they can’t demonstrate their power without killing a few people?

The question is, how many can you actually kill?"

Baal and the paladins both looked towards the big road by the city wall, the gaping empty gap seemed like a mouth sneering at them.

Baal roared and charged towards the deserted main road.

The paladins, however, turned to look back at the Floating Castle, their expressions quite amusing.

"No wonder among the Three Gods of Death, only Bane lives well!" Hill said with a sigh, waving his hand lightly.

He was worried that the power to expel evil would kill those hiding adventurers as well! Each of them carried a hint of evil, presumably from the treasures they possessed.

A golden column of light rose directly above the castle, smashing into the furiously charging Baal.

The brilliant column of light was so dazzling, no one dared to look directly at it, and as everyone bowed their heads and wept, the town’s outskirts were filled only with agonizing screams.

"Ah! The Sun! How can there be a sun!" Baal cried out in agony as he turned into black smoke.

The black smoke scattered and fled, most of it igniting within the range of the light pillar, emitting a spine-chilling ’sizzling’ sound. Each one seemed to come with a wail that could echo in the soul, causing those with weaker wills to clutch their heads in unbearable pain.

But the effects on Professionals were not significant. Hill simply said, "Those who can’t stand it, just go back to the Temple, and it will be fine."

He looked gravely at the seabed, where it seemed a few strands of black lines were fleeing along the trenches.

Hill’s hand, raised once more, manifested a golden wing, "Do not pursue Baal to the death, for his time of utter destruction has not yet come. Grant him a way out!

The Three Gods of Death are very clear about this, he won’t trouble you again.

However, if he were to be completely destroyed here, this matter would become very troublesome.

If you waste the power of the Tablets of Fate to save him, AO will bear a grudge against you.

To be honest, though I’m not afraid of that old geezer, he truly is bothersome; we suspect he can communicate with the Tablets of Fate, sometimes adding a few strokes is enough to plague you."

Hill calmed down and lowered his hand.

This was no longer his world.

There was no need to eradicate all evils; Toril did not require it.

Lansendel, when not impulsive, was quite sensible.

It just baffled him why Lansendel, knowing that AO might cause troubles, would call him an old geezer and potentially invite such foolish incidents. Could it be that AO deliberately inflicted a Halo of Diminishment upon him?

Regardless, Hill’s business here was thoroughly concluded. The Paladins exchanged glances for a while before they started to guard both sides of the main road, knowing that Hill would never allow those treasure hunters to enter the town.

The Floating Castle began to move slowly towards the southeast corner, and Agleya snorted coldly.

Hill looked towards the water curtain and saw the Adventurers frantically collecting gold and silver jewelry from the ground. The only few who weren’t doing much were the young leaders.

Airebis from Neverwinter, was staring at her subordinates with a livid expression, those who no longer heeded her command.

No, it was actually the Thief who was not collecting; he had things on him, but nothing that would impede his movements.

A Thief who could maintain Kind Alignment, even if chaotic, certainly has his advantages!

Not being greedy was a marvelous trait at a time like this.

Baal must have amplified their innermost desires.

No wonder his bloodline was so easily controlled by him.

From the beginning, the Warrior was reluctant to come here, but those of lesser strength can only be manipulated by others.

He must have been filled with a longing for power in his heart.

One of Baal’s methods of control over his children was locking the path to their advancement.

"Don’t mind them, Agleya," Hill smiled, "I’ve unlocked the Puzzle Lock. Those who visited the Bhaal Temple can no longer enter my town, not even the inn.

But the main road belongs to the North, I can’t deny them passage.

I have opened the Puzzle Lock. You might want to sense that for a moment."

Agleya responded softly.

Townspeople, assured of their safety, started to emerge one after another.

The people of Ferun Great Land were used to such sudden dangers and didn’t react overly.

But their faces were filled with disdain for the Adventurers.

Everyone understood that Baal’s appearance was inextricably linked to them.

Even the lord, despite his power, did not strike at the Bhaal Temple close at hand, certainly out of fear of unforeseen trouble.

Yet these outsiders came to dig for treasure without a care, never considering how it might affect the lives of ordinary people!

"I must go," Lansendel said, his gaze piercing as he looked down at the people below, "I guess I can see who it is I’m going to save."

He pointed with his wing to a corner where three people were discussing something: a Priest and a Thief he had seen before, and beside them stood a person dressed as a Mage.

That Mage, by his attire, should be from Silvermoon City.

After a discussion, the Priest brought along Airebis, who was standing to one side with her hands on her hips, and the four of them rushed toward the forest on the opposite side of the main road. Exiting there would lead to the wilderness.

From the wilderness, head north, and one would reach Neverwinter. Heading east would lead to Silvermoon City.

It seemed they all carried valuable items and didn’t dare to take the main road to leave.

And the person from Silvermoon City, presumably the team leader, chose to set off alone, abandoning his followers, indicating that he must carry something remarkable.

No, something vital for Silvermoon City, but inconsequential to those from Neverwinter.

Lansendel fluttered his wings, "I’m heading over first! My lovely followers are already waiting there."

The magnificent form of the Sun Peacock soared swiftly into the sky.

Several beautiful tail feathers fell onto the terrace.

"This is a gift for the beautiful Agleya," the voice of Lansendel still lingered, but the Sun Peacock had already vanished from sight.

His speed was indeed very fast.

Yet, Lansendel also seemed to have noticed how Agleya had been keeping an eye on his tail!