Survive In The Fourth Heavenly Calamity

Hill knew that he had little combat experience, so there was always a sense of crisis.

In the magic laboratory of the magic tower, no matter how many times I used it, I always felt that something was missing.

Maybe it was an old problem brought by the previous life, and I wanted to practice more and use all the skills, but there was no place for him to use it.

Looking up, there are no enemies.

Because, in fact, few people are willing to provoke him.

It makes him unhappy and finds him a lot of faults. In fact, there are very few people who really want to fight him.

Hill also understood that not only because he was a natural darling, but also because of his eternal blessings of luck.

Beating him might lead to unfathomable flanges, not to mention, it might be unlucky suddenly.

You are not afraid of dying in the hands of the enemy, but if you die by bad luck, you will probably really complain too much, and you will not be able to exceed your life, and you will go straight into the abyss.

Such a Hill, who wants to mess with him?

Of course those in the evil camp don't care about this, they have long lost their reputation.

But they are just evil and not fools. Why should they deal with a guy who basically doesn't go out?

To prove that you are evil?

Anyone who really has this kind of thought will think that his brain is broken if he comes out of the abyss.

Even the evil camp has no interest in doing things that do no good.

If you think that what an evil camp does is meaningless, then you just didn't think of the benefits he wanted.

The pleasure of killing is also a benefit.

But wanting to kill is not the same thing as desperately killing.

The evil camp that really doesn't fear life and death, either is a little Devil who doesn't even have an IQ, or is a controlled puppet.

They are the fastest to escape.

So Hill knew that if someone really wanted to kill own one day, it must be a top-down blow or a gang fight.

He did not hesitate to attack the dwarf hunting god, just to see if his own power could harm a god.

Even a fallen god, his body is reorganized by divine power.

As long as there is enough lethality, Hill is satisfied.

If he moves like this, he doesn't care about any legend.

The main reason is that Hill is confident, and if he escapes for his life, no one can be faster than him, except for those of the Time and Space God System.

So his current focus can finally turn to attack.

But Hill forgot one thing, his power comes with the power of the sun, and the damage done to the casting god far exceeds his own ability.

So he can only wave his hand helplessly and try harder to increase his attack.

It's good to see how much damage it does to the evil camp.

Anyway, he is still a little troublesome with a defensive cover, even if he runs out of Magic power, he still has a little less power than normal casting.

A suitable target is too rare, so you have to use it well.

The casting god yelled angrily: "Is it a dogleg of the sun god? Someone would fawn up so soon! I won't let you go!"

Hill turned a deaf ear to him. Since the wrong person was scolded, what does it have to do with him?

Although the dwarf camp will surely know who is doing things in the future, Hill now has a lot of confidence and doesn't care.

A dwarf fallen god without an artifact, Hill had no fear at all.

However, Hill thought he would scold him immediately! Now, besides him, can anyone release this tornado?

Even if you have a bad relationship with other dwarf gods, you shouldn't know Hill, the discoverer of the wind element!

The god of casting, don't you even know the new legends of hostile countries?

Hill really needs to find out what is going on with the dwarf gods.

Knowing that the person who released the spell must be nearby, the casting god still stood stubbornly in the headspace, refusing to leave a step, and even the dwarf legend that had passed out did not abandon it, but was still floating behind him.

No matter what he insists on. Hill didn't care.

Hurry up, and Hill will experiment a little bit before this guy doesn't make a big move.

Who knows what he is waiting for!

Hill focused on calculating the speed and combination of these eight tornado columns to achieve the maximum lethality.

By the open door, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Hill turned to look at Spencer who knocked on the door respectfully, with a questioning expression.

"His Majesty, please stop. He needs to keep this for other purposes. Ah, please be harder." Spencer smiled and tried to show his own innocence.

The smell of the empty artifact on this guy at that time is really not fake!

It should be the divine artifact of the plane artifact of time and space, not only can contact Spencer, but also protect his safety.

William attaches great importance to this cousin!

Hill raised his eyebrows and moved his fingers a few times. The ice began to disappear and the tornado's rotation speed was full. The God of Casting finally straightened his waist. He held up a huge shield to search for the enemy. After nothing was found, he cursed a few more words, and then he was hit by a shower of stones.

Seeing him shut up, Hill put away the tornado flying all over the sky.

The casting god outside was bruised and grim.

When he first fainted, he didn't have the time to defend, because he really didn't expect that when William was away, there would be someone who could directly hurt him.

God's defensive power is the reason why he dared to show up in a big way.

No matter how many undead people want to break his defense, it is also a dream.

As for the legend, he didn't believe that after William took so much away, there would still be a few left in the camp.

Even if the defense is strong, he is not afraid, anyway, his mission is to try to see if he can destroy this purification land.

The gods of the nobility are no longer there, and other main gods are even less likely to come to the world for this little thing.

He knew how precious divine power is.

The casting god took down the hammer behind him with a distorted expression. He regretted that he had promised the gang to use the artifact once.

God knows, how come an owner of the sun's divine power will stay in this small camp, why not go there to fight?

Isn’t the sun god only rewards for fighting evil?

There are so many evil forces in the dwarf kingdom, why not go?

On the contrary, the power of the sun, which strikes at the evil, is the only ability that can easily pass through the protection of the gods.

He was worried that even if this place was destroyed, he himself would be seriously injured.

Being able to kill an evil fallen god is useful to the Sun family, comparable to killing 100 evil legends.

After Spencer thanked him politely, he quickly returned to his place to watch the excitement.

Hill suspected that William intended to use this guy to test the circle of these six ships.

Alice meowed regretfully: "What a pity, Hill's spells are so beautiful."

"The power is very powerful, that legend hasn't gotten up yet." Merkel has been paying attention to the shield warrior lying behind the casting god.

"It's not dead yet." Hill said lightly, "It's just elemental damage, not something he can block with that shield against Magical Beasts."

"No wonder I saw it, I wanted to kill him." Merkel licked her own paw, then glanced at the legend behind the casting god, "That evil god is not that annoying."

"You said that the method of using Magical Beasts' blood heart to strengthen weapons was invented by this casting god, or was it a method provided to him by other gods?" Hill leaned against the window and looked at the hammer behind his back, trying to accumulate strength. The casting god, asked thoughtfully.

"Either he pitted those dwarves, or some dwarves pitted him?" Merkel pondered for a while before saying, "So the relationship between the dwarves is relatively poor. Then the human king is..."

"Don't say too much, although the words here must be blocked and the outside world cannot hear, but we should also be cautious not to cause trouble." Hill stopped Merkel from continuing.

But he also felt that it was impossible for William to keep this fallen god just to test the power of this magic circle.

Otherwise, he will definitely cut the weeds and roots after the experiment.

But Spencer wanted Hill to completely give up attacking the god of casting.

Is William planning to find out the reason for this strange relationship between the dwarves?

It seems that he has not given up on the pursuit of the black hand behind the scenes.

The casting god outside finally finished charging up and tore off the cloth covering the hammer.

Hill almost laughed.

He is an evil god, and he uses the artifact of the good camp. That hammer actually exudes the power of light!

He didn't know what he wrapped this artifact, but Hill didn't notice it at all.

Is it leftovers from that piece of deerskin?

No wonder he dared not use a hammer when he was beaten.

Where did he get this thing?

It's definitely not his own! Otherwise, he enters the evil camp, and the artifact must follow.

Hill squinted his head, remembering the words of the hunting goddess, the casting god must never let the dwarves know that he has completely entered the evil camp.

Maybe he was telling the truth with this goddess.

This artifact is the key to his neutrality!

Once he becomes an evil camp and cannot use this hammer, does he have to hand it over?

Therefore, in order not to be discovered, he knew that the stupid deer was the spirit of nature, so he would rather suffer the rejection of nature and kill the deer.

But the goddess of hunting was definitely the one who deliberately pulled down the water, and the wickedness equally divided by the three gods was enough to drag him to the curtain to complete.

The artifact was left in his hands like this. The dwarf gods had such a bad attitude towards him, did it have something to do with this artifact?

He even followed him to the earth, and the dwarf gods in the starry sky wanted to grab them from him, and they had to wait for the casting god to re-enter the throne.

But in this situation, the chances are very slim.

So the dwarves regard him as a sinner, do even a legend dare to make a face at him?

Hill couldn't think about it any more.

The golden light shone outside, and the hammer fell.

The six giant ships lit up one by one, and a complex six-pointed star array emerged among them.

A golden light was connected to the defensive cover, holding on to the broken defensive formation.

The casting god stood in the headspace, holding the handle of the hammer in his hand, and pressing down forcefully.

This is a contest of endurance, and it depends on whether the God of Casting can persist until the power to maintain the circle is exhausted.

Hill felt hopeless.

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