Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 449 Easy Victory
Probably because of this minor tune, the toxicity is really high.

The undead didn't even stop, they sang and rushed towards the walls of the kingdom of magic.

I don't know who changed the words again: "Brother, you dare to fight back~ Watch out for your skin~ Brother, you jump downstairs~ Watch out for your hooves~"

With happy footsteps and the rhythm of beats and beats, the undead rushed towards the city wall without fear of death.

The densely packed mages made the people of the Magic Kingdom completely desperate.

They didn't think about asking the people from the kingdom of magic to surrender. They still need experience packs anyway, and it hurts to lose one of them.

Hill saw that William was already on his throne, kicking the clock with his legs crossed.

Spencer looked at him helplessly, then turned his head and smiled at Hill: "His Majesty the King has always regarded you as one of his own, Hill should be more at ease!"

Hill could only smile and nod: "I know." He focused his attention on the giant screen, and didn't want to see His Majesty the King behind him who was playing to the tune.

Hill felt that William's only patience was that he hadn't sung along with the undead in front of a full hall.

If it was just him and Spencer, he would definitely sing along!
The undead took down the city very quickly, and the well-informed high-ranking nobles had already fled, leaving only civilians who knew nothing, abandoned soldiers and low-ranking officers.

Facing the attack of the undead, the city wall did not even have an effective defense.

"Did they already know that the big devil is guarding outside?" Spencer, who was sitting next to Hill, quickly understood.

After all, he is a military general from a noble family, and he can analyze the situation on the other side after a while.

He looked at Hill and asked puzzledly: "Didn't you say that the devil is better than the devil? Why is it still like this?"

"Devils are very selfish creatures, and so are their subordinates." Hill frowned, "Their so-called order is also based on the premise of not affecting their own interests.

Evil is evil.

Demons may do things that hurt others and benefit themselves. They are just happy for a while, or they suddenly think of it. Normal people can't figure out why they do that.

Although the devils are very cunning and cover up their existence layer by layer, they will kill people and set fires for their own benefit.

There is nothing good or bad between them, they are all evil.

They are all massacres. If the devil will let go of a few humans who have a good relationship with them and think they can communicate, such people are either stupid and hopeless, or badly selfish.

If anyone tells you that the devil is easier to deal with than the devil, it must be trying to trick you. "

Spencer thought for a while: "But the former president of the Mage Association said that if you are dying, you can ask the devil for help, as long as you fulfill its terms of exchange.

It's better than dying. "

Hill sneered: "De La Cruz, sure enough, he has dealt with the devil, and his style of doing things is abnormal. Don't listen to him, there will always be a result between him and the devil.

If he's serious about telling you that the devil is a slightly better being, he'll lose his soul sooner or later.

If the devil wants a soul, it will take hundreds of thousands of years, that's quite normal. "

"He's one of the most powerful mages in our world..." Spencer glanced at Hill and reluctantly added one, probably because he was afraid that Hill would think he didn't respect Fran, "Will he also lose? ? Can you remind him?"

"Perhaps he can live with determination." Hill said indifferently, "but the devil will haunt him until he dies. As long as he doesn't put his soul on the gambling table, there will be no problem.

You don't have to worry about him, and no one else can remind him.

For a person like de la Cruz, other people's words are useless, he only believes in himself.

Don't learn from him.

Devils are very smooth-talking creatures. The most flattering nobles you have ever seen in Salar are not as pleasant as a low-level devil.

De La Cruz dared to do this because he understood the devil's words and was absolutely careful.

As for you, just remember not to make any verbal promises to the devil, and never sign your name on anything the devil gives. "

Spencer was a little numb, but still nodded that he would never do anything wrong.

Hill threw out a few knight novels to him: "The content of these knight novels is actually the same, no different from the novels of fools in our world who dream that all beauties will fall in love with him.

However, the tavern ditties in these books are very interesting, you can take a look, they are all devil's deals.

People in this world are not stupid, they just don't have a channel to speak out.

These so-called wine girl ditties are what the author really wants to say. "

Spencer took the book and read it.

William on the throne waved his hand, and a book flew directly into his hand.

"I don't know when De La Cruz told you about this topic." William's expression was a little indifferent, and his voice became low.

"When I decided to come here with the king, many people came to see me off and gave me many gifts. Mr. de la Cruz also gave me some high-level potions and armor for self-defense.

I can feel that he really said that for my sake, so I feel strange seeing this scene.

What I don't understand is why the legendary mage feels that the devil can still deal with it. Spencer looked at the book without looking up, "But no matter what he said, of course I will ask His Majesty the King before making a decision.

And I didn't believe him either.

I only asked Mr. Hill because he had just studied the devil and might know something about it. "

William's expression relaxed. If Dela Cruz reached out to someone he trusted, William would probably directly notify the God of Time and Space to kill the legendary mage.

As for the result of de la Cruz being seduced by the devil, William, like Hill, didn't care much about whether the legendary mage would sacrifice his soul to a certain devil in the end.

Hill glanced at William, and both of them knew in their hearts how stubborn Spencer was.

Of course he would not ask the devil for himself, but if one day William was in danger, Spencer would never mind selling his soul.

And de la Cruz would say to Spencer that it must be the devil who expressed his desire for the soul of this loyal knight.

Looking at the gentle smile, William already had a hint of coldness.

If De La Cruz falls into William's hands in the future, it will be very difficult to leave alive.

Hill looked at the undead who had already rushed to the center of the city on the huge screen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The path of that legendary mage really got narrower and narrower.

The undead assembled an array in the central square of that city, and slammed it into the ground of the square.

Then some mages who had learned alchemy took the alchemy pen and followed the order marked on the tablet to completely complete the semi-finished formation.

The corner of Hill's mouth couldn't help twitching.

The number cursors arranged according to 1, 2, 3, 4 shocked Hill, who was an alchemist, deeply.

Although there are not many such fool-style alchemy arrays, every one of them makes a hard-working alchemist like Hill want to curse at the sky.

But Hill couldn't scold. The alchemy formations that could be combined with arrays were all researched by Fran and sold to William.

If William went down to mine three or four times because he bought something from Hill, then Fran might let him go down once a month.

It took half an hour for the undead to finally form this formation.

Even though they have all learned alchemy, their pens are still messy, and they may make mistakes when drawing according to the digital cursor.

Otherwise, 5 minutes should end the task.

Fortunately, this kind of formation has a high error tolerance rate, and those undead who portrayed the magic formation have also practiced many times, and they finally succeeded.

The golden light gradually spread to the whole city, and the undead cheered.

They set out to clean up the city.

The people in that city already had halos of different colors on their bodies.

The crimson ones were killed on the spot, and the light red ones were disarmed and taken to the square to be locked up.

A dilapidated alchemy hut was released to hold prisoners.

Hill couldn't help laughing, that was the house where the slaves were housed in Central City, and his oil painting clone should still be hanging in it.

Sure enough, another house was quickly released, and the citizens of the neutral camp surrounded by the yellow light circle were sent in, but they were allowed to live together as a family, and they could bring their own property.

The undead do things very neatly. No matter how the citizens begged or complained that they couldn't clean up everything at home in such a short time, none of the undead were moved.

They simply did it themselves, helped the poor citizen move, and guaranteed to bring him a pair of chopsticks.

After several families were rushed into the house by thousands of undead, and even the private money hidden by the male owner in the corner of the roof was found and sent away together, not many people dared to procrastinate.

Hill watched with gusto. The undead seemed to have gained a lot of experience from the people in the central city. They were all swordsmen with a very arrogant attitude and didn't talk to these citizens at all.

After sweeping the entire city, the undead simply started demolishing houses.

Hill could tell at a glance that it should be the location of the so-called black market.

In the country ruled by the devil, there is still a black market, and the halos on the people who are caught are already red and black.

As long as these people emerge from the ground, they will be instantly headshot by the undead surrounded by the sky and the ground.

The undead have already blocked all the exits.

Unless there are no people, no matter how deep the underground is, it will be marked with a circle of light, and the undead don't need to find out where they are.

From the start of the fight to the digging of [-] meters, the war only took a few hours.

　I changed the picture again, it is said that it will take a few days to change it, if it still doesn't work, I will use the old picture.

ε=(ο｀*))) alas

Old pictures and new ones are ridiculed for being ugly, and my mother also said that I don't have the function of aesthetics at all.

What can I do~
　
(End of this chapter)