Surviving The Fourth Calamity

42: Victory Beyond Words in Chapter 42 42: Victory Beyond Words in Chapter 42 This Fire Element Legendary Knight from the Noble Coalition, though reckless, also had remarkable endurance.

He had been slashing continuously for a day and a night.

Inside the soundproof array, Hill had slept well, while Alice had volunteered to keep watch at night, saying she would wake Hill if anything happened.

When Hill got up in the morning, Alice said with great admiration, “Legendaries are incredible!

It’s like slaughtering pigs.

Too bad the Undead can resurrect.”

Hill patted her little head.

This cat could only see the most superficial aspects.

He decided to go and hear Fran’s opinion.

Fran did indeed have more of a liking for the Undead Tribe, “The control power of the Legendary is the result of over a hundred years of practice.

These Undead withstood a day and a night without a single mistake, which is really remarkable.”

Adrian also praised, “They’re very well-trained and orderly.

They changed their teams several times in between, probably went back to their own world to rest.

Yet they never gave the Legendary Knight any opportunity.”

“Their command system is also well maintained,” Fran said.

“Except for that bald guy who never went down, the priest commands changed during the night to Xiao Liuliu and A Deer, and now it’s that Old Age Striking King.

The Mage command has been hiding in the Magic Tower, I don’t know if it has changed, but the fire barrier never broke once, never left any gaps.”

“Now it’s all about who shows a flaw first,” Adrian said.

“The rehearsal started down there again.

No one came out at night, but in the morning they were positioning.

They can gather every two to three hours.”

“I’ve studied it carefully, and there are two types of people,” Fran said.

“Those who can last a long time are all in the front defending.

Those setting up arrays probably don’t like fighting or don’t have the time.

It’s no wonder the Legendary Knight couldn’t tell, these people indeed seem to be playing.”

He then looked at the clock in the Magic Tower, “So there are two Mages commanding up there?

They coordinate quite well.”

Hill understood from what he said—Black Rose had their most dedicated players up there, but inside the city, individual players might outnumber their own people.

They definitely needed a strategy to mobilize them.

For individual players to take command, you would certainly need a command group, at least eight people or more.

He did wonder though, it wasn’t possible that there were only Mage Profession individuals here.

Knights and Swordsmen must also be present; where were they and what were they doing?

Individuals must be organized, but they also wouldn’t fight to the death alongside the Black Rose Family.

Based strictly on what Fran said about their discipline, those defending the city walls must all be from Black Rose and their allies.

There were also many Sword Masters from Black Rose, yet none showed up.

Wars in the game couldn’t possibly exclude an entire profession.

There was another profession, the least in number, the Magicians.

Hill had never seen them before, a player egg profession.

In Hill’s Domain, high-level players who had once cursed Godly Eur endlessly mentioned it—a profession that appeared randomly only during the initial character creation.

It was said that among 1.5 million players, fewer than 5000 received this profession.

They were a kind of alternative Summoner, although they could only summon pets of the God of Time and Space, a type of Crystal Dragon.

But normally they used spells like spatial slicing.

What use the Crystal Dragons really had, no one had mentioned.

Hill suddenly stood up, searching inch by inch.

Adrian asked in confusion, “What are you looking for?”

“The Swordsmen aren’t outside.

They must all be here too.”

“Maybe they’re all inside the houses, preparing for the walls to be breached?”

“If that were the case, there would definitely be people standing outside watching.

The Undead can’t stay put.”

“I’ll look too.”

“Uncle Adrian, have you seen any Magicians?”

“No.”

Even Fran stood up curiously; these Undead had so many tricks: “We haven’t seen any Magicians even when they were fighting among themselves.”

Hill thought silently: Are all 5000 on William’s side?

There must be a very compelling reason.

Players aren’t that easy to command.

Hill and his group searched the skies carefully.

The Legendary continued his relentless efforts, his expression resolute and determined.

Until suddenly, unusual music erupted from within the city of the Undead.

Hill looked down at the players twisting along to the music, probably the pomp and grandeur of this Otherworld?

This world probably had never before experienced such music filled with feminine allure.

Fran and Adrian were both startled.

An Undead Female Priest called Cunlü, wearing a milk-white belly top and long skirt, twisting and turning, displayed a striking waist-to-hip ratio, exuding an extremely soft femininity combined with a backless design, incredibly seductive.

She stood on the city tower, holding an amplifying magical device, cooing melodiously.

Her breathy moans made Hill blush.

Hill initially thought they were playing inspiring battle music, but this lady told him he was too naive.

Then Hill saw a massive silver light directly strike the stunned Legendary Knight.

With a thunderous crash, the Knight was heavily slammed into the ground.

Amidst loud cheers, the Magisters on the city wall rushed forward, Magic Wands raised, simultaneously releasing Earth Split Art.

As the Legendary Knight sank into the ground, the Magisters all jumped off the wall, Magic Wands pointing to the ground.

Someone flew from the Magic Tower shouting, “Countdown, 3, 2, 1, release!”

Tens of thousands of Meteorite Falls were released.

For ten miles around, the ground rumbled loudly.

Meteorite Fall was a spell often used by High-level Earth Mages, summoning hundreds of giant rocks from the sky to explosively smash into the ground.

Hill closed his eyes; the Legendary was surely doomed.

When he opened his eyes, a 100-meter-tall mountain of rocks appeared before him.

Fran stood at the window, watching that Mage command, “Rain Falling on Mortal Dust?”

Rain Falling on Mortal Dust stood in the air, his magic wand pointing at the panicked Noble Coalition, “Encircle them!

Spare those who surrender!”

The knights on the city walls had already assembled outside the gates, summoning and mounting their warhorses.

Their shields had been fully withdrawn, and they held lances in their hands, ready for the Knight Corps to charge.

As the panicked Noble Coalition barely thought about fleeing, they realized that tens of thousands of swordsmen had appeared on both sides, with a large number of knights enveloping them from the left and right.

Seeing the backbone still wanting to resist, Rain Falling on Mortal Dust, standing in the air, gestured to the leading perfect Baldy in the Knight Corps.

With a shout of “Follow me!” Baldy led tens of thousands of knights and charged toward the opposition without hesitation.

As thousands of horses galloped and lances stood firm, the knights of the Noble Coalition in front of the formation fell like wheat under the scythe, all of them went down.

The knights in the rear also dispersed and attacked inward.

These soldiers, barely knights, hardly had the strength even to lift their weapons.

Adrian watched the squadron of swordsmen who wore light armor and wielded single swords, charging directly into the flanks of the Noble Coalition, clicking his tongue, “This is the first time I’ve seen so many Sword Masters.

The lethal power is really tremendous.”

“Those who surrender, lie down!

Drop your weapons!” Perfect Bald shouted loudly from the center of the battlefield.

“Those who surrender, lie down!” This was echoed by tens of thousands of the Undead.

The Noble Coalition completely collapsed, throwing away their weapons, and disorderly fell to the ground.

Baldy and the knights surrounded the surrendering enemies in a circle.

The swordsmen went in and collected the weapons off the ground.

Hill breathed a sigh of relief and gently settled back into his chair.

Alice jumped into his arms and softly asked, “So many people died?”

Hill buried his face in her long fur, “Yes, so many people have died.

Even legends have died!”

Adrian said, “War is cruel by nature.

If the Undead had lost, it would have been the Saral people who died.”

Fran said, “Hill!

Don’t be so weak.

Look at the Undead below, they’re not much older than you!”

Hill could only brood to himself: They must have Mosaic.

I want that too!

Rain Falling on Mortal Dust watched as the swordsmen who had cleared the battlefield began to withdraw, raised his magic wand, and took the lead in casting the spell “Earth Spike.” Along with the other Magisters flying in the air, they used densely packed Earth Spikes to create a massive bird cage, locking up the surrendered Noble Coalition.

Adrian said, “They really enjoy using these kinds of collective spells.”

“Where could we find so many mages to cast together?

Of course, we pursue the power of individual spells,” Fran shook his head, “Who knows what this world will turn into.”

Suddenly Adrian said, “Baldy is waving at us, seems like he wants something.”

Fran silently commanded the ship to descend above Baldy’s head.

Adrian walked onto the deck and asked, “What’s the matter?

Do you need help with something?”

Baldy laughed loudly and said, “Mr.

Adrian!

We won!

I want to quickly go see the King!

Wondering if you are going too?

Could we hitch a ride?”

Adrian said, “I will ask the teacher what he plans to do.”

Fran directly said, “We can take 20 people.

Hill and I will go down.

We’ll leave the hall to them.”

After Fran finished speaking, he went downstairs.

Seeing that Hill intended to stay a bit longer, he said, “Come straight to my room later!”

“Yes, grandfather.

I’ll greet everyone and then head over.”

The cheery players boarded the ship, and upon seeing Hill standing at the door to welcome them, A Deer immediately asked, “How much does it cost to build a ship like this, Mr.

Hill?”

“Well, at least 10 million Crystal Stones.”

“That expensive?” Magic Sword shouted.

“If you build it yourselves, it could be a lot cheaper,” Hill said sincerely, “It’s very expensive when an Alchemist like my grandfather lends a hand.”

“Forget it then!

We’ll talk about it when there are more professional players,” Perfect Bald slowly said, “Surely the official price in the game.”

Hill pretended not to understand: “You have many people; there must be someone with alchemy talents.”

Hill looked at Cunlü, who was standing with the Old Age Striking King.

The lady was still wearing that long dress, but she had put on a Priest’s Cloak over it.

She was arm-in-arm with a knight beside her, bragging to Old Age, “Look at me!

I’m so amazing!

It’s all thanks to me!”

“Pei oh!

What’s there to be proud of meeting an old virgin!” The Old Age Striking King gave her a big roll of his eyes, “Hard Wind can also put up with you!”

“That’s right, my husband!”

Hill silently observed the warrior called Hard Wind, who was gently looking at his wife boasting with her head held high.

“My grandfather is still waiting for me,” Hill told the players, “Please help yourselves to the food on the table.

I’ll be downstairs.”

Alice had run to the bottom of the stairs even before the players came in.

Hill walked down, picked her up, and heard Adrian conjuring up more chairs, telling the players, “Make yourselves at home, we are downstairs.

If you need anything, please ring this bell.

I will come up.”