??Chapter 277: Chapter 258 The Grand Sche of the Elegy Poetry Society
Chapter 277: Chapter 258 The Grand Sche of the Elegy Poetry Society
[Diga Ultraman: Help, I’m being hunted down by an alliance of four goddesses!]
Amberser didn’t hesitate to ask the President for help, after all, it was this person who had brought him into the Elegy Poetry Society; they wouldn’t just leave him to die, right?
However, to Amberser’s disappointnt, the President didn’t show up. Instead, Hake Stone, like an ever-present mood-setter, always followed up with a comnt.
[Not Fond of Humans: What’s with your play today? I don’t understand what you’re doing.]
[Diga Ultraman: Scram, this isn’t big league stuff that a Dwarf Vampire like you can ddle in.]
[Headless Knight’s Crown: Bro, not to criticize you, but I didn’t understand that either. What do you an you’re being chased by four goddesses? You can’t just make stuff up; which deity would need an alliance to deal with you?]
Amberser felt helpless. Telling the truth, his friends on the chat always doubted him, forcing him to explain everything that happened at the tower—and even spilling the beans about how Shael had asked him to betray the other goddesses.
The first rule of the Elegy Poetry Society was that conversations within the group must not be shared externally.
Amberser trusted the President’s abilities and believed that no one would dare break this rule, so he spoke without much reservation.
Now the only ones who could help him were the mbers of the Elegy Poetry Society.
[Withered Rose: I sent you to handle so minor trouble for , and you got into trouble with this Goddess Alliance? I have no words, is lina okay?]
[Diga Ultraman: She doesn’t know yet, but she’s safe right now.]
[Pale Little Skeleton: Wait a minute, who’s lina?]
[Withered Rose: She’s our daughter.]
[Pale Little Skeleton: ?????]
[Not Fond of Humans: XXXXXXX!]
[Headless Knight’s Crown: What joke are you guys making? How can the undead have children?!]
[Poet: I’m quite curious too, I would like to compose a poem for such a monuntal event!]
Amberser was speechless. Was this really the ti to be worrying about that? But now that the Poet had chid in, could he get through to the President?
[Diga Ultraman: The child thing isn’t the point, the point is that I’m being targeted by four goddesses right now. Friends, if you don’t help
out, you’ll never see
again.]
[Pale Little Skeleton: Whatever help you need, Gareth and I are in, but you have to tell us how the child ca to be!]
[Headless Knight’s Crown: That’s right, I’ll risk my life to help you!]
It seed this undead couple had been longing to have a child for a long ti.
Sadly, Amberser wasn’t actually able to make the undead have children.
[Diga Ultraman: Lady Rose, please avoid making such misleading statents. I weaved the soul, and Lady Rose was responsible for creating the body—lina is simply an undead we created together.]
The news seed to have hit Gareth and his spouse hard, leaving them silent for a good while.
Amberser felt a bit regretful; if there really were a way to make the undead have children, that business would probably be very profitable.
No, this wasn’t the ti to think about that.
Amberser quickly grasped at straws, addressing the Poet: [Senior, you must be familiar with the President, couldn’t you ask them to give
a hand? I will surely rember this favor.]
A Mourner such as Shael even showed respect to this figure; it must be a deity, yet it was unclear which one, probably a lot more reliable than the God of Alchemy.
[Poet: Don’t be delusional; the President won’t get involved in conflicts between deities. However, you’re not wrong to ask—you are a mber of the Elegy Poetry Society after all. Us old-tirs have been asleep for too long, letting the world forget the na of the Elegy Poetry Society. Four deities teaming up against a Lich, that’s just shaless. This ti, I will help you; it’s about ti to let the old-tirs stretch their limbs.]
Amberser was sowhat excited. Was this mysterious Poet about to make a move?
He had guessed before that the Poet might be a deity, but it seed unlikely now.
Deities shouldn’t get directly involved in mundane disputes; even the Goddess Alliance could only grant blessings to mortals to get their tasks done.
But even if the Poet wasn’t a deity, he, like the Ghost Ship Aige, must be at least a demigod. With his help, things should be more secure this ti.
[Poet: To get the old-tirs to help is fine, but what exactly do you plan to do? According to Shael’s request, can’t you use an illusion to conceal yourself and then backstab the Drow? Leave the rest to Shael.]
[Diga Ultraman: Senior, take a look who’s in this Goddess Alliance: the Evil Dragon Goddess, Rose Spider Queen, Goddess of Pain, Goddess of Night… none of them is good. If Shael can ask
to betray the other three goddesses, do you think the Rose Spider Queen wouldn’t have a backup plan? I bet Shael has already suggested to Tiamat and Rose they team up and take down Rowetta, and the other three will be doing the sa. They could form eight different alliances among the four of them.]
[Not Fond of Humans: Why only eight?]
[Diga Ultraman: Don’t worry about that, you’re a historian. The problem is, I don’t know how many contingencies these goddesses have set up. I could use an illusion to hide myself and strike, but what if it’s a trap? I don’t want to risk everything without knowing.]
Just like the saying goes from before the transmigration, “In a dorm with four people, there could be several chat groups.” Amberser believed that none of these four goddesses were easy to deal with, and each of them was definitely scheming with clattering intensity. The dagger Shael gave Amberser wasn’t concocted on the fly, it was clearly preditated.
In other words, even if Amberser hadn’t appeared, Shael would have used the dagger in so other way.
Ti was pressing, and the ritual could be completed in at most a day or two; Amberser didn’t have enough ti to uncover all the backup plans of those goddesses.
Because the Dice of Destiny couldn’t predict the actions of deities, divination only revealed a void.
If it weren’t for this reason, Amberser wouldn’t need to seek help at all; after discerning all hidden dangers, he could simply launch a barrage of Starbursts and be done with it.
[Poet: So, your current trouble is actually worrying about other traps the goddesses might have, but I know how to help you now.]
An outline of a crystal erged on the Necromancy Codex, and a special crystal appeared before Amberser.
[Poet: I’ve sent you a Recording Crystal; when smashed, it can loop the playback of my latest composition.]
Amberser: …
A new composition, how was that supposed to help? Was it ant to add atmosphere to his own funeral?
[Poet: When this piece is played, it should be able to temporarily isolate the wills of those four goddesses, for about five minutes.]
It was a good thing that Amberser didn’t have lungs, or he would definitely have drawn a sharp breath.
To shield the wills of deities, wasn’t this just the effect of preventing a deity’s descent? This was surely a divine artifact!
Indeed, every mber of the Elegy Poetry Society was a heavy hitter—anything they tossed out was bound to be valuable.
Five minutes of isolating the influence of deities was more than enough for Amberser to thoroughly wreak havoc inside the high tower.
[Diga Ultraman: Thank you so much.]
[Poet: Don’t be quick to thank ; since it’s the Elegy Poetry Society making a move, we can’t be playing around. Four goddesses working together against a mber of our Elegy Poetry Society, how could we let them off without leaving a mark? Wouldn’t that make our president lose face?]
This statent was made with impressive dominance, making the four evil goddesses seem like petty school bullies in the eyes of this predecessor.
[Poet: You just focus on what you need to do, the rest of us old folks will handle it.]
After completing this domineering statent, the predecessor fell silent, leaving it uncertain what he ant by “handling” it—it surely couldn’t be about getting rid of the four goddesses.
Rowetta was a lesser concern, being quite unimpressive.
But the Rose Spider Queen, Goddess Tiamat, and Shael—these three were notorious figures. The Elven Gods couldn’t even kill the Rose Spider Queen, Goddess Tiamat was the Grand Duke of Hell, and Shael was one of the ancient deities born at the dawn of Aeo’s creation.
Defeating them was impossible, but Amberser estimated that this predecessor had a big appetite and was probably planning to plunder the primal divine powers of these goddesses.
Now that was a grand sche of things. Normally appearing as a codic figure, engaging in tireso activities like forcing others to listen to his poetry, but when serious, he dared to hunt deities. Amberser realized he still had much to learn.
After humbly reflecting for a mont, Amberser regained his confidence.
With the most worrying problem solved, and the ability to isolate the influence of deities, Amberser had the Golden Throne cheat, along with lina as an ace up his sleeve; he really wasn’t afraid of anyone.
“The predecessor is right, now I represent the Elegy Poetry Society, I should be even bolder.”
Maintaining his illusion, Amberser floated directly in front of the magic array that was being arranged.
This magic array was infused with Drow Elf style, many of the patterns Amberser only had a rough understanding of, and he couldn’t interfere recklessly like he did with Harvey.
Still, he recognized the makeshift traces in this magic array. It truly was an alliance of four goddesses, making the magic array have four very distinct sections. In Amberser’s eyes, these four parts were not well integrated, like four clumps of playdough hastily squished together. While each was intricately modeled on its own, the integration was rough, completely ruining the overall sense of perfection.
However, these Drow Elves seed oblivious, carefully completing the magic array according to the blueprint.
And Tristan, the Drow matron, had already begun to prepare the blood sacrifice offerings.
Many of the Subterranean Races Amberser did not recognize were brought to the top of the high tower, where Tristan personally killed them and then skinned and deboned them. She was not after their flesh, but the hatred and despair that agony brought.
These emotions, rged with the blood, would beco the Drow Elves’ best offering to the deities.
Fortunate was it that all four goddesses were of the evil alignnt—this blood full of resentnt and despair was an acceptable offering for all four, saving Tristan a lot of trouble.
Each act of slaughter had to be completed personally; Tristan was devout to an extre, slowly filling a giant pool, several ters deep, with blood.
Amberser estimated that when this pool of blood was filled, that would be the mont the blessing ceremony began.
lina was probably also within the range of sacrificial offerings. Would the child realize it?
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