Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Alice fidgeted on the sofa, unable to sit still. She still wasn't quite used to sitting so properly.

"As long as you're sitting on the sofa, Alice, you can be a bit more relaxed. No need to be so formal," Hill turned and smiled at her.

Marsha thought for a moment without saying anything more.

Alice was already close to being a demigod herself. She could learn some etiquette, but she didn't need to follow all of it.

Moreover, because she had once been a cat, Alice's movements were both agile and graceful, so as long as she didn't do anything too crude, it would be fine.

The noble ladies' rules were indeed unsuitable to bind Alice. Marsha sighed softly but still felt she needed to teach her some manners when facing outsiders.

"Got it, Hill's Dad!" Alice quickly relaxed, sliding down into the sofa. Then she curiously asked, "I asked List some things about the Dragon Race. Isn't the Dragon Queen just a Lower Rank Divine Power? Why does Hill think that dealing with her, even the mighty divine powers of Tyr and Tampas would have to join forces, and might still lose?"

"Dragons are inherently powerful creatures. They don't need to become deities to live for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years," Hill pondered for a moment before giving a simple answer. "For them, a divine position is just a tool to live a bit more comfortably, so their divinities are few, and the rules they control are relatively weak."

He couldn't exactly say that even if all dragons believed in the Chromatic Dragon Queen, their numbers wouldn't be enough to elevate her to a strong divine power.

If elves had fewer offspring because they birthed so few, the Dragon Race found it challenging to reproduce even when they wanted to. The only dragons that might have more offspring were white dragons, but what use were they?

The Chromatic Dragon Queen was so powerful, yet she still adhered to her mission and diligently laid eggs!

But the stronger the individual, the harder it was to have children.

Just like the Earth Bear in the past, they seemed to have quite a few numbers but accumulated power over thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, yet ended up with just three little cubs.

So even the clan leader, Haiweirsen, would lie down and let the three cubs climb on him like toys until they were done playing.

"Like the Earth Bear?" Alice tilted her head, thought for a while, and then asked, "A demigod-level Earth Bear, actually no deity dared to mess with them. And their lifespan was practically infinite."

Hill weighed the comparison and reluctantly said, "How to put it? Dragons should be even more formidable, but it depends on the species.

Not all dragons are that powerful. If it's a white dragon, comparing it to the Earth Bear would be an insult."

Alice glanced at Marsha, and the Tower Spirit quickly directed a puppet to bring Alice a booklet: "A Dragon Race introduction acquired from the Undead Tribe. Miss Alice, you can take a look."

"Sir," List suddenly spoke up, "the undead asked if they could shelter in the Magic Tower for a while."

Hill nodded right away: "Invite them to sit in the library layer! And do gather some information on why."

List returned after half an hour.

"Sir, it's an ancient red dragon," List said seriously, "It is said to be the strongest lover of the Dragon Queen. His Majesty the King has issued an emergency evacuation order for the undead, preparing for the world to collapse and for them to possibly return to Teraxil completely dead.

The undead mages are already flying around the world warning the populace. Those without flying professions are retreating towards the Stargate. The knights and priests of Ferun are also evacuating with them.

If anything goes wrong, the Stargate will first accommodate these people since they cannot be resurrected."

Hill frowned: "Was it just a notification?"

"The undead said that most of the mages in this world are fine and still alive. However, priests and those holy knights have all perished along with the complete destruction of false gods.

Many overly devout believers have also perished.

The number of ordinary people remaining in this world is already scant. His Majesty has already had the undead give some large spaceships to these mages, allowing them to bring people to the Stargate."

"But will they?" Alice asked curiously, "Would mages care about so many others?"

"Most of them would," Hill said calmly, "A lot of mages might not care about ordinary lives, but they aren't fools.

This situation, it's very obvious, is a test from the rulers of another world for them.

They will take it very seriously.

If their world really gets destroyed, they also need to find a world that can accommodate them."

Alice frowned for a while before she understood Hill's point: "Even if there are a few short-sighted fools, the Saral king would have sent more than one spaceship. Someone will figure it out.

So the ordinary people in this world should survive!

She beamed brightly: "That's great!"

List, however, exchanged a glance with Hill. William hadn't let the undead intervene in this world's matters.

Normally, he would have sent the undead to pick people up rather than just sending a few ships.

Hill quickly understood, despite the world being at the brink of falling into the abyss, ordinary people didn't know.

Even if they weren't that devout, most people in this world had faith.

The undead, not only were they invaders, but they had also slain their deities.

They wouldn't care if their world faced disaster, nor if their lives were perpetually hung in a dragon's wide-open mouth, ready to be devoured. They only knew the undead had destroyed their peaceful lives.

Hatred for outsiders was much easier to kindle.

William was never part of the kind alignment!

He would do everything he could, but he wouldn't make selfless sacrifices for people unrelated to him.

Hill also understood that perhaps, in time, William would come to value the humans of Teraxil more, but for now, his primary goal was establishing his ideal nation.

In some sense, although he was willing to help the Saral people live better lives, he wouldn't let that aid interfere with himself and the God of Time and Space.

Sympathy and pity could never become faith, most of his heart still lay in his original world.

A loud tremor came from the south, followed by a hearty voice: "Haha! I knew it, Tiamat, long time no see!

It's rare, you still have the strength to lay eggs!

Click, click!

I thought this little red dragon had abandoned you, finding a new lover!

It's pitiful, indeed! Circling behind you for hundreds of thousands of years, and only one egg!"

Hill froze, almost wanting to undo the spatial compression on his ships, making them full-sized.

Who was that?

To Tiamat, who saw herself as the mother of the Chromatic Dragon Clan, these words counted as the most venomous.

She didn't care about curses.

"Bahamut! You've got a death wish!" a voice filled with resentment echoed through the world.

Alice suddenly clamped her hands over her ears: "Ah! How terrifying! A voice full of hatred and destruction!"

Hill frowned, Alice's transformation into human form was witnessed by this world's Natural Will. She probably felt the depth of the evilness more profoundly.

Tiamat, who delighted in slaughter, should have been in the Bottomless Abyss, Hill thought.

He raised his hand, a gentle wind forming a barrier around Alice's sofa: "Stay inside. This is the Chromatic Dragon Queen, her voice is filled with too much killing intent."

Alice felt a bit better and rubbed her ears: "The voices of those demons back then didn't make me feel this bad; they just made me nauseated. This one drives people insane!

Who's the other one, speaking so harshly?"

"The main god of metal dragons or good dragons, Bahamut. He and the Chromatic Evil Dragons are eternal enemies," Hill sighed. "He rarely comes to the Prime Material Plane. This time, he came for Tiamat.

He's trying to ensure that little red dragon dies in its egg. He must value the child of the Dragon Queen and her strongest lover."

Alice listened in silence, then sighed and said nothing.

Hill glanced at Alice. Spirits of Nature were often the souls of kind-hearted children who died accidentally. It was normal for Alice to feel pity for the dragon egg.

She had matured a lot, no longer thinking all children were innocent, but she still felt sorry for the little dragon.

"Sir, would Bahamut come personally for that dragon egg?" List asked, frowning, "Did the Dragon Queen choose not to give birth in Hell but hid the child in another world, and even shielded it from everyone's sight because the child would have a powerful future?"

"Of course! The Chromatic Dragon Queen has an innate ability to see the futures of over 500 Chromatic Dragons," Hill said with a faint smile. "Bahamut has a similar ability. If this little dragon grows up, it will definitely bring great turmoil.

The Platinum Dragon is taking action himself, something he never does against whelps or young dragons!"

From afar came a loud sound. Hill walked to the southern window and looked out.

In the southern skies, colorful lights intertwined with platinum light, occasionally shaking the ground intensely.

At the edge of these lights, a red glow flickered.

That was the red dragon fighting against the avatars of Tyr and Tampas.

Truly the most ancient red dragon! So potent, if not for Bahamut's presence, Hill suspected the Gods of Ferun would need to send more avatars.

After all, divine descent had a time limit.

"Sir!" List suddenly shouted, "A human convoy is coming our way, the leading vehicle is almost at the camp's gate."

Hill was taken aback: "Why would they come here? Never mind, no need to mention this, ask the undead downstairs to help settle them in the vacant parts of the camp. Then, go and find out what's going on."

Hill then raised his hand, summoning a large amount of earth from outside the camp to form a one-meter-thick obsidian ground.

Even though he accepted refugees, Hill still needed to prepare defensively, ensuring his magic array was well-protected.