Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 660: Chapter 459: A Unicorn Came Next Door

Hill did not truly consider himself an elf, nor did he care about the safety of the Supreme Forest.

But Lynn would care.

Hill was still willing to make an effort for this new friend.

Since Lynn knew why the previous Priest had summoned Treants near the Supreme Forest, Hill decided not to interfere anymore.

Normally, Melikai’s subordinates would not all have issues, especially not right next to the Supreme Forest. Even if Melikai had a humorous and cheerful nature, she would not accept such an embarrassment.

Hill felt that both the Singers and the elves seemed to pay more attention to the Dragon Worship Church.

It seemed that the Gods of Ferun were indeed aware of the Dragon Worship Church causing trouble, just not sure how they planned to do it.

Perhaps most of their attention was captured by the wilderness castle of the Chromatic Dragon Queen.

The only thing they could do in other areas was to have their Followers pay more attention and keep an eye on the presence of the Dragon Worship Church.

The critical point was that the personnel of the Dragon Worship Church were actually followers of other Deities. They didn’t necessarily stop worshiping their own gods; they just wanted to obtain powerful strength.

Thus, the Gods of Ferun could only remain silently puzzled by each new member of the Dragon Worship Church that mysteriously popped up among their followers.

Hill looked back at the screen, noting that the thieves who had come later were even worse than the first ones, clearly intending to fish in troubled waters, the fools.

Almost none of them lasted till the second round of the Leaf Blade volley.

Hill tasked Marsha with handling the bodies, which only required a small bottle of water.

Hill actually had many potions that could destroy evidence, all of them byproducts of his research in Alchemy.

He returned directly to his study, considering his next round of spells.

Unfortunately, what he originally thought was a 15-day interval had turned into 30 days.

He had to choose spells that were necessary and would be used over a long period of time, otherwise, he might have to wait 60 days.

Indeed, true Divine Artifacts were not so easily created.

He held the Magic Book in his hand and sunk into thought again until an intense wave of Divine Power came from outside.

Hill did not know how Lynn had snitched, but he knew that the Singer communicated really fast.

The next day at noon, just as that neighbor returned to the Temple, he was caught.

However, to save Melikai’s face, that forest clearing was immediately enveloped by green vines radiating a faint light.

Although many Rangers rushed over when they sensed something was wrong, the appearance of a Unicorn made them calm down and stand silently beside, gazing at the Temple.

Hill watched the beautiful white Unicorn walk back into the vines and tugged at his hair, blinking.

The Rangers probably just thought Melikai had some divine message that needed to be passed by the Unicorn, so they all waited outside for the outcome.

But Hill could feel it; that was a Divine Being.

Even if it was not the incarnation of the Unicorn Goddess, it had to be one of her Chosen.

Clearly, Melikai was probably furious.

Her subordinate’s failure was noticed not just by the priests of other gods, but by an elf.

Her relationship with the elves and some of the gods was not just friendly allies, but also competitive, although this competition had never escalated to hostility, resembling more of a contest.

Hill had thought she would send a High-level Druid from Silvermoon City, who could transform into animals of cold regions and would not find it rough to run over from Silvermoon City.

But after verifying, she had directly sent a Unicorn, a creature that appeared beautiful and pure but was actually very temperamental. They were relentless in combat.

And most importantly, it was a creature capable of dimensional leaps and even spotting enemies in the shadows.

Their enemies were either stronger than them or possessed the ability to travel long distances by tearing through space, all the while avoiding the ”Magic Interruption” skill from the Unicorn’s beautiful spiral horn.

Hill did not believe his neighbor could manage that; this wasn’t a 14-level elite Unicorn. Divine Beings, at worst, would be levels 17 or 18.

He carefully sealed off his Dimensional Space and maximized the defensive power of his Luxury Mansion Art.

When the Unicorn appeared, it clearly glanced over towards Hill’s side.

Hill knew Melikai hadn’t noticed him yet, but the Unicorn, familiar with both natural and divine scents, couldn’t possibly fail to sense the aura emanating from Hill’s side.

Hill did not feel the need to keep his identity too secret, but knowing just the gods was enough; he did not like having to prove his strength wherever he went to earn respect.

In Ferun, even someone of a high level without any backing was always at risk of someone trying to test if they could be defeated.

The outcome without any negative aftermath from the robbery was so enticing that even some demigods would indulge.

Although Hill wasn’t afraid, he also didn’t want to start his days of unrest before he finished his studies in Silvermoon City.

The unicorn finished its task quickly, as the green vine wall suddenly slid towards the large trees on both sides, resembling an automatically opening green curtain.

The unicorn had already left the space, carrying a large black bag on its back.

It left behind a beautifully maintained battlefield.

The clearing had turned into a meadow with colorful little flowers scattered everywhere, and the feather-like snow in the sky continued to dance, but it disappeared about one meter above the ground.

”Dad, what spell is this? Where did the snow go?” Agleya glared at the screen sympathetically. She liked to use ice and snow too.

”During the battle, the unicorn tore through space. Just now, that temple was almost all spatial rifts,” Hill couldn’t help but laugh. ”She didn’t want to expose the scene of the battle, so she had to forcefully move all the rifts above the ground and then overturned the soil and planted some flowers.”

”Huh?” Agleya couldn’t quite imagine that scene, and could only watch as Hill laughed, covering his stomach.

”That unicorn...,” Hill said intermittently, ”used its horn as a hoe to plow the land over there.”

Although unicorns are annoyed when people treat them like horses, they themselves know very well that such creatures resembling them are humans’ help in farming!

Hill had not communicated with the nearby large trees while the unicorn was there, but since it had left, and the priest presiding over the Forest Temple hadn’t arrived yet, he of course wouldn’t miss the opportunity to inquire the giant trees about what had happened.

There wasn’t much to say about the battle. Although the priest had a side job, none of his individual levels exceeded level 12. The only advantage he had was a few more magic slots, but even with those, it wouldn’t necessarily be enough to defeat Lynn.

Such a guy, even if he obtained some power granted by the Dragon Worship Church, couldn’t possibly defeat a divine unicorn.

Lynn didn’t come to find Hill again.

He always overthought things, probably worried that by spreading the message, he would redirect the Dragon Worship Church’s attention to Hill.

If Melikai really didn’t keep it secret on her end and let it slip that the news was passed by the God of Singing, then his act of leaving Hill’s place in the middle of the night, circling the neighboring temple twice, and then suddenly praying at the temple would be enough to attract the enemy’s attention.

Hill thought that although Melikai did not like keeping secrets, she probably wouldn’t betray her allies; otherwise, who would help her in the future?

She would dispatch a unicorn directly to the Prime Material Plane, not only because she was furious and wanted to eliminate the false believer misusing her granted power immediately but also partly to keep the source of the news confidential for her devoted followers.

But since Lynn had made that choice, Hill wouldn’t criticize him for being overly cautious and gratefully accepted his goodwill.

This was a good time to reflect on the next nine spells for the upcoming phase.

His maze, where no thief had survived the return journey, would probably be quiet for a while.

Those who came next would either be skilled enough to find their way through the snowy wilderness or have to wait until the spring thaw.

After some thought, Hill instructed List to search for a suitable Alchemy Carriage.

Teraxil’s aesthetic sense, deeply influenced by the elves, favors decorating various objects with plant patterns.

The carriages are also designed to be lightweight and the more horses attached to the front, the better, preferably all white or black.

Hill had seen the carriages of merchant convoys coming to buy supplies; they preferred those that looked very defensively strong.

Bulky and rugged, every part of those carriages should be functional, with creatures like giant horned rhinos pulling them, not just horses.

Hill simply needed to pick a more traditional and modest carriage among the ones he kept nearby, perhaps with a little vine pattern.

Otherwise, influenced deeply by the Undead, he had created many trendy styles.

Truth be told, they resemble what the Undead describe as hover sports cars: not only are there no wheels beneath the carriage, but it floats mid-air, and even the carriage doors employ what’s called scissor-style, fan-shaped doors, which would probably be too conspicuous in Ferun.

After giving instructions to List, Hill buried himself in his Magic Book.

He planned to use Wind and Water Elements for his next round of spells, and add some Thunder.

Although he was only skilled in a couple of Thunder Element Spells, they were sufficient for diversifying his attack strategies.

Hill repeatedly set up and overturned his designs; unlike the smooth progress of the previous two Chapters, this time it was much harder.

Hill knew it was because he had developed a fear of loss.

After all, it might be another 60 days before he could produce the next Chapter, and he always hoped to achieve better results this time.

After realizing his inner turmoil, Hill gave up on studying spells and started reading books delivered daily by Mage Hughes.

With the mailbox in place, Mage Hughes probably didn’t want Hill to think he was slacking off after taking money, so every evening he would stroll up to Hill’s maze and from his own ring, he would toss a pile of books into the mailbox.

This mage clearly intended to earn some extra gold bars from Hill during the long winter, even duplicating some fantasy novels and minor biographies for him.