Chapter 258: The Grand Situation of the Mourning Poetry Society

[Ultraman Tiga: Help, I am being hunted down by four goddesses! ]

An Boxiu asked the president for help without hesitation. After all, it was this person who brought him into the Mourning Poetry Society, so he would not just stand by and watch him die.

However, to Amber's disappointment, the president did not show up. Instead, a guy named Herky Stone always spoke right after him, like a atmosphere group.

[I don't like humans: What are you doing today? Why don't I understand? 】

[Ultraman Tiga: Go away. This is not a matter that the dwarf vampire race can get involved in.]

[Crown of the Headless Horseman: Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you this time, I don't understand what you said. What do you mean by four goddesses teaming up to hunt you down? That's not how you brag. Which god would team up to deal with you?]

Amberxiu was helpless. His group members never believed him when he told the truth. He could only explain everything he encountered in the tower, even telling him about what Shar asked him to do to plot against other goddesses.

The first rule of the Mourning Poetry Society is that communications within the group must not be spread outside the group.

Amber believed in the president's ability and believed that no one would dare to violate this rule, so he spoke without any scruples.

The only ones who can help now are the people from the Mourning Poets Society.

[Dead Rose: I asked you to help me deal with a little trouble, and you offended this Goddess Alliance? I don't know what to say anymore. Is Melina okay? ]

[Ultraman Tiga: She doesn't know yet, but she is safe now. ]

[Pale Little Skeleton: Wait, who is Melina? ]

[Dead Rose: She is my and his daughter. 】

【Pale little skeleton: ??? ??? ???】

[Don’t like humans: XXXXXXX! ]

[Crown of the Headless Horseman: Are you kidding me?! How can the undead give birth to children?!]

[Poet: I would also like to know, I am willing to compose a poem for this feat! ]

Amber was speechless. Is this the time to care about this? But even the poet has appeared. Can we find the president through him?

[Ultraman Tiga: Giving birth is not the point. The point is that four goddesses are staring at me now. Friends, if you don’t help, you will never see me again.]

[Pale Little Skeleton: No matter what kind of help you can provide, Gareth and I will help, but you have to tell us how the baby was born! ]

[Crown of the Headless Horseman: That's right, I will risk my life to help you! ]

It seems that this undead couple has really wanted to have a child for a long time.

It’s a pity that Amberxiu didn’t really let the undead give birth to children.

[Ultraman Tiga: Ms. Rose, please don't say things that could lead to misunderstandings. I wove the soul, and Ms. Rose was responsible for making the body. Melina is just a ghost that we created together.]

This may have hit Gareth and his wife, and they didn't speak for a long time.

Amber Xiu felt a little regretful. If it were really possible to make the dead give birth to children, this business would probably be very profitable.

No, now is not the time to worry about that.

Amber Xiu quickly grasped at the straw and said to the poet: "Senior, you are very familiar with the president, can you ask him to help? I will definitely remember this favor."

The Mourner is a being that even Shar has to show respect for, so he must be a god. I just don’t know which one he is. I guess he is much more reliable than the God of Alchemy.

[Poet: Don't let your imagination run wild. The president will not get involved in conflicts between gods. However, you are right. You are a member of the Mourning Poetry Society after all. We old guys have been sleeping for too long, and the world has forgotten the name of the Mourning Poetry Society. It's really shameless for four gods to unite to fight a lich. This time, I will help you. It's time for the old guys to relax. ]

Amber Xiu was a little excited. Could it be that this mysterious poet was going to make a move? He had previously guessed that this poet might also be a god, but now it seemed that he was not.

The gods cannot personally participate in the disputes of the mortal world, and even the Goddess Alliance can only bless mortals to help them.

However, even if they are not gods, poets should be at least demigod level like Aige on the ghost ship. With his help, it should be safer this time.

[Poet: However, it's fine if we old guys help you, but what exactly do you want to do? According to Shar's request, you can use illusion to hide yourself, and then give that drow a knife, right? Leave the rest to Shar. ]

【Ultraman Tiga: Senior, look at who is in this goddess alliance. The Dragon Goddess, Rose Spider Queen, Goddess of Pain, Goddess of Night... None of them are good people. Shar asked me to plot against the other three goddesses. Do you think Rose Spider Queen won't hold back? I dare say that Shar will definitely ask Tiamat and Rose to team up to kill Lovita, and the other three goddesses will do the same thing. Three against one, or two-by-two, and then each has their own calculations to kill the other three. There are eight permutations and combinations of these four women.】

[Don't like humans: Why are there only eight types? ]

[Ultraman Tiga: You, a history student, should not think about this question. The problem now is that I don't know how many back-up plans these goddesses have arranged. I can use illusions to hide myself and then launch a sneak attack, but what if this is a trap? I don't want to take risks without knowing anything. ]

Just like what was said before the time travel, there are four people in a dormitory, and there can be several chat groups. Amber believes that none of these four goddesses is worry-free, and they must have their own calculations. The dagger that Shar gave to Amber was not made temporarily, but was clearly planned for a long time.

In other words, even if Amber did not appear, Shar would use this dagger in other ways.

Time is running out, and the ceremony can be completed in one or two days at most. Amberxiu does not have enough time to find out all the goddesses' back-up plans.

Because the dice of fate cannot predict the actions of the gods, any divination will result in nothingness.

If it weren't for this reason, Amber Xiu wouldn't need to ask for help. After calculating all the hidden dangers, he could just throw meteor bombs continuously.

[Poet: So, your current problem is actually that you are worried that the goddesses have other traps. Then I know how to help you. ]

The outline of a crystal appeared on the Codex of the Dead, and a special crystal appeared in front of Ambersu.

[Poet: I gave you a recording crystal. After you smash it, it can play the new song I recently composed in a loop.]

Amber: ...

New song, what's the use of this? Is it played at my funeral to set the mood? [Poet: When this song is played, it should be able to temporarily isolate the will of the four goddesses for about five minutes.]

Only Amber Xiu has no lungs, otherwise he would have taken a deep breath.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Blocking the will of the gods, isn't this the effect of isolating the gods from descending? This is definitely a divine weapon! As expected, the Mourning Poetry Society is full of bigwigs, and anything they throw out is good stuff.

Five minutes of isolation from the influence of the gods was enough for Amber to kill seven enemies in and out of the tower.

[Ultraman Tiga: Thank you very much. 】

[Poet: Don't rush to thank me. Since we are doing this in the name of the Mourning Poetry Society, we can't just do it lightly. The four goddesses teamed up to deal with the members of our Mourning Poetry Society. If we don't let them leave anything behind, wouldn't that be embarrassing for the president?]

These words were said in a domineering manner. In the eyes of this senior, the four evil goddesses seemed like little girls playing school bullying.

[Poet: Just do your job, we old guys will take care of the rest.]

This domineering senior fell silent after saying this. No one knew what he meant by "solve". It couldn't be that he meant to solve the problem of these four goddesses.

Lovita is okay, she's not that great anyway.

But Lolth, the Spider Queen, Tiamat and Shar are all very famous. Even the elven gods cannot kill Lolth, the Spider Queen, Tiamat is the Duke of Hell, and Shar is one of the ancient gods born at the beginning of Io's creation.

It is impossible to kill them, but Amberxiu estimates that this senior has a big appetite and is likely to plunder the original divine power of these goddesses.

This is what we call a big picture. He usually looks like a funny character, doing boring things like forcing others to listen to him recite poems, but when he gets serious, he dares to hunt gods. I am really far behind him.

After a moment of humble self-reflection, Amber regained his confidence.

The problem that Amberxiu was most worried about has been solved. If he can isolate himself from the influence of the gods, Amberxiu has the plug-in of the Golden Throne and the trump card of Melina, so he is really not afraid of anyone.

"You are right, Senior. I am now representing the Mourning Poetry Society, so I should be a little bolder."

Amberxiu, despite the illusion, floated directly in front of the magic circle that was being set up.

This magic circle was full of the style of the drow elves. Amberxiu only had a basic understanding of many of the patterns and could not change them as he did to Harvey.

But he still saw the traces of patchwork in this magic circle. It was indeed the alliance of the four goddesses that made this magic circle have four very different areas. In Amber's opinion, these four parts were not well integrated, like four pieces of plasticine hastily kneaded together. Although each of them was very delicate in shape, the fused parts looked very rough, completely destroying the overall perfect feeling.

But the drow elves didn't seem to feel anything and completed the magic circle carefully according to the blueprint.

And Trisna, the drow matron, has begun preparing the offerings for the blood sacrifice.

Many underground races that Amber was not familiar with were sent to the tower, killed by Trisna herself, and then skinned and boned. What she wanted was not blood and flesh, but hatred and despair brought by pain.

When these emotions are combined with blood, they will become the best sacrifice that the drow elves offer to the gods.

Fortunately, the four goddesses were all from the evil camp this time, and the blood filled with resentment and despair was a sacrifice acceptable to all four of them, which saved Trisna a lot of trouble.

Every killing had to be done by hand. Cuisina looked extremely pious as she filled the huge pool, which was several meters deep, with blood bit by bit.

Amberxiu estimated that when the blood pool was filled, the blessing ceremony would begin.

Melina should also be included in the sacrifice. I wonder if this child will find out? 　There is one more chapter to be published later. I suddenly have diarrhea. I really can't drink cold milk at night. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)