Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 459: The existence that will inevitably lead to the study of the magic net

William didn't care to popularize the common sense about the devil lord to Hill. Now that he has appeared, there is nothing to keep secret.

He believed that Hill would never be deceived by the devil.

Not only is Hill's heart strong and kind, but also because there are probably not many people in this world who can suppress Hill's natural aura and lie in front of him.

William can understand why Hill is unwilling to stay in a crowded place. The world is made up of most of the lies, some of the right and left, and very little of the honesty.

If Hill was in a noisy place, his mind would probably be confused, and his natural consciousness must be shouting all the time: "Lie!"

Spencer came over with a tablet: "The undead can only watch outside now? Can the devil lord close the entrance to the sea water?
They can still watch the fun now, and bet when the devil will close this seawater mouth.But if you have nothing to do, you won't last long, right?
Moreover, fewer and fewer devils came out to let them kill. They probably hid in high places and waited for their lord to return after success! "

William turned his head and looked at the giant screen: "Let them build an ice wall around the capital. It would be better if the holy rain doesn't stop. It would be even better if they could build a holy wall."

"The Devil Lord?" Spencer asked suspiciously, "Won't he make a move?"

"Then you have to ask Hill, how long can the gap of pouring water last!" William leaned comfortably on the throne, "With the temper of the eighth monarch, Mephistopheles, if it takes too long, he Maybe just give up resistance and go back to hell."

"Six hours." Hill replied with a bit of embarrassment. This was the reason why he always felt that this spell was useless.

Six hours of pouring rain can cause flooding, let alone such a cataract-like fall.

The only thing he can control is the size of the gap, but the minimum is 50 meters long and 2 meters wide.

And in the gap above the capital of the Magic Kingdom, Hill almost paid most of his mana.

The 200-meter-long opening was almost a catastrophe for the city. In just 10 minutes, the sea water was already higher than the city wall and spread outside the city.

Otherwise, Mephistopheles would not give up his work and run out, trying to plug the gap.

No matter what he wants to do, it is the devil's set of things, and he absolutely can't bear to be purified by the elemental sea water while doing it.But if it takes too long, he will definitely choose to give up.

Even if it is an avatar, it should be similar to the personality of the main body. After finding out that it cannot be successful, it will definitely not persist. The word adventure does not exist in the dictionary of this majesty.

William was also speechless: "Then Mephistopheles will definitely run away! He has no good intentions to protect his men."

He told Spencer: "Let the undead build the wall quickly, and the holy rain and blizzard in the sky must not stop. Where there is a gap, let Mephistopheles slap before he leaves, and that's it!" Recognize yourself as unlucky!"

"Didn't Gernes want someone to come to him?" Spencer asked a little strangely, "You have already laid the battlefield!"

Although his hands were typing continuously, he looked at William with doubts on his face.

If that person didn't come out, wouldn't it be pointless for William to waste so much divine power to defeat the Devil Monarch's defensive circle?
No matter how strong Hill is, he doesn't have the ability to come forward and fight against Mephistopheles.

William shook his head: "I don't know, whether they will appear. Obviously, Mephistopheles will not stay in this world anymore, maybe he will give up?

I didn't expect that Hill's spell was so useful, it was almost completely purifying the city. The accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years of devils was abolished. They would no longer struggle, and probably just wanted to withdraw.

Devils are not the same as demons, there is no such madness of fighting to the end. "

Hill understood William's implication. The reason why Guerns World Will and the man who was going to duel with the God of Magic was so active was because he was worried that William would not try his best.

If the God of Magic escapes, William can pat his ass and leave at any time. As long as most of the world is restored, he will complete the task.

But the world will still be under the shadow of the devil.

But now, all of Mephistopheles' ideas were wiped out in the pouring of the sea of ​​elements, and it was useless for him to keep the purified magic net center.

Mephistopheles wanted to create another magic net that could withstand the dark magic power, but it was basically impossible in Gerns.

After knowing that joining his magic net, he would either become a puppet or a devil, probably not many human beings would join the magic net to make him an experiment.

"Then I'll add a time limit to the undead." Spencer lowered his head and pondered, "It's better to have a competition mode, otherwise if it's too boring, they will fight themselves.

It's better to compete to build the wall than to fight among themselves in front of the devil. "

Hill looked back at William, whose eyes were paralyzed on the throne. The king's divine power had only recovered a little, and it was impossible to fight again except for using divine weapons.

Hill frowned and waited, Guerns World Will, who is speaking for?
Silver Moon is impossible, the feeling of dying is too obvious, and it is completely different from what the Silver Moon Goddess Trasil pretended back then.

And even if he wakes up, he won't leave Yinyue. Black moon and red moon can block his way to the world at any time.

Hill pondered for a long time, he sighed silently, and Mephistopheles was obviously impatient.

The Ring of Winter is a high-level artifact, and he, who is just a clone, can't close this gap at all.

He couldn't confirm how long it was, and the devil had obviously been watching the undead pile up the wall.

All the water of the elements let these ice walls block the city, and it was meaningless for him to hold on any longer.

Mephistopheles, who put down his hand, threw out several balls of hellfire without hesitation. Some big devils with strange shapes rushed out of the flames, and rushed directly to the undead in four directions.

He is going to run.

The undead yelled to welcome these demons with black flames, and all the devils hiding in the city were found out by the devil lord. He unceremoniously drove out these men who decided to give up and fought with the undead.

Just as he turned around and opened a black door, a howl resounded through the sky.

A team of five appeared in front of Mephistopheles.

Two knights, a bard, a priest and a longbowman.

Three humans, two elves.

"The elves have come out?" William asked in surprise, "The elves in this world are going to fight for the world!"

"There are a lot of elves in the good camp." Hill said helplessly, "Your Majesty, don't compare the elf king in our world with other elves.

There are elves of all camps, and there are not many people as brainless as him. "

The bard's singing sounded passionately, his singing was full of roars of fighting, screams of death, and screams of battle... like a furious storm rushing across the battlefield, invisible rays of light blessed his teammates body.

The two knights had directly blocked Mephistopheles' three-pronged spear, and the large group of hell flames dropped by the devil lord did not cause any harm to them before being extinguished by the billowing sea water.

"That bard is very powerful, the strongest in this team." William made a judgment.

Even though the priest was constantly blessing divine spells to purify and heal the knight, the elf longbowman was obviously using a divine weapon, and every arrow caused considerable damage to the devil lord.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the human standing at the end singing loudly and plucking the lute in his hand is the real strong man.

"Ah!" Hill found out the knight novel in the ring and kept flipping through it.

As more and more books were sold to him by the undead, he no longer read these knight novels very much, but if the times were different, he would still read them a few times to see if there were any special things that happened in that era.

In this world, mages have the most books, and they also want to entertain, so there are many novels tens of thousands of years ago that are well preserved.

Hill looked at the bard on the giant screen, and flipped through the pages to the singer in the tavern.

He played all kinds of qin, waved his hand bell and knocked on various drums, sang his own elegy, and taught those joys and sorrows to all interested people.

The songs sung by the singers in the tavern are all passed down from him.

He is very handsome, but his face always has a tired expression, his long pale hair is tied neatly, and although the gray robe on his body is a bit torn, it is always clean.

While reading a book, Hill looked up at the identical bard on the giant screen.

William couldn't help calling him: "What did you see? Don't just look at yourself! Look at my curious eyes~"

Hill was holding a few books: "This is a tavern song that has been circulating since 3 years ago, and the image of the bard in it has never changed.

It looks like it's all him. "

William was quiet. He watched the bard carefully, becoming more and more helpless.

"Goddess of magic, she's really sensitive!" He sighed, "That broken net was formed about 3 years ago, right? Did you send people out to observe the enemy's situation?"

Hill looked at William in surprise, is this a follower of the goddess of magic?Her believer, the Harper, is powerful, but it's not that easy to cross the crystal wall of the universe, right?

"Is this a saint or a clone?" William murmured, "Why doesn't he just use the harp?"

Hill was extremely curious: "Which god is this?"

"Myril, the God of Singing, a loyal ally of the Goddess of Magic." William said lightly, "If you guess who it is, you'll recognize it by looking at him again.

His singing is full of sacred taste, which is why the two demigod-level knights can block Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles will soon find out that it is divine power. "

Hill thought quietly, it seems that the goddess of magic is really the third term!

　Millil Milil (god of singing)
Holy Symbol: Silver banjo harp decorated with leaves

Alignment: Neutral Good NG
Portfolio: Chanting, singing, debating

Mystra (Mystery Lady, Mother of All Magic)

Logo: Seven blue and white stars form a circle, with red mist flowing out of the middle
Alignment: neutral good

Portfolio: Magic, Spells, Leys

Favorite weapon: Seven spinning stars
Mystra provided access to the Ley and worked to maintain it.In fact, she is the embodiment of the magic web.The Weave is a conduit for the safe use of magical energy by mortal spellcasters and magic item creators.Mystra's image is that of a beautiful human woman with long flowing black hair and shiny skin.

Mystra is the third deity in history to bear the title of Mysterious Lady and Mother of Magic since the rise of Netheril.The first is Myslin, who can be regarded as the daughter of Shar and Suren. Because the arrogant Netheril Archmage Kathus tried to replace the goddess, causing serious damage, Mislin sacrificed herself to save magic network.The second mystery lady set up a large number of voters, including Elminster, Kelburn and the Seven Sisters.In the Year of Trouble, when she was trying to return to the Otherworld, she died at the hands of Heim, who guarded the ladder.When the crisis of the gods falling to the mortal world was over, a mortal mage named Midnight succeeded Mystra as the new goddess of magic.

　
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