Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Gilbert finally realized the true meaning of the words of this mage from the starry sky... No matter which god their world originally belonged to, it was definitely not Bissozeya.

Moreover, the disdain in the mage's tone was very obvious.

This can only prove that it was the 'great' goddess who made the world what it is now.

And their true master of the world has either completely fallen, or is only left hanging on.

Then Gilbert made a quick judgment: it must have been dead.

Otherwise, the obviously powerful mage in front of him would not suddenly come to ordinary people like them, especially a dying person.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" Gilbert asked hesitantly, "Although I don't care about the Tower of Darkness, I still care about the Heinalson family."

He didn't dare to say more, but he actually made his intention clear... He didn't care if Hill used him to deal with the Tower of Black Mystery or even the Tower of Theia, but he was worried that if Hill failed, the Heinalson family would Will follow in the footsteps of the defensive tower.

Having lost his home once, Gilbert was really sensitive to this aspect, and he reacted as soon as it was mentioned.

"I want to visit the Tower of Siya." Hill said frankly.

The timing of his arrival was either good or bad... He originally planned to be Gilbert's grandfather, or directly impersonate him after the unfortunate child passed away, but unfortunately he encountered this embarrassing moment.

It was impossible for him to kill people and set fires because of such a trivial matter, but he couldn't even try to make Gilbert recover.

If Gilbert really continued to consume his life force and soul, he could actually last for 20 years... Especially, it was impossible for the mage not to feel that there was something wrong with his soul, but Gilbert didn't care at all.

Even though he felt something was wrong with him, Hill did not directly mention the issue of soul damage after he came out. He just said that his soul power could not support him to become a necromancer.

In fact, these words prove that Gilbert's soul is damaged... Necromancer is the best person to change professions, and even apprentices can do it.

Only people with damaged souls cannot ignite their own soul fire.

However, Gilbert asked something that shocked Hill.

This kind of ability that accidentally connects to the power of the Styx due to soul vibration is something Hill has never seen before after traveling all over the world.

Yes, dead souls can only be recorded by those marked by the Styx.

And the connection between this world and the River Styx has long been intercepted by Asmodeus... All souls will fall directly into the soul pool belonging to a certain devil.

Logically speaking, it should be Bissozeya, but she has not been resurrected yet, so it should be the exclusive pool of the Lord of Hell.

With his power, it is easy to cut off the connection between a world and the River Styx.

But it doesn't seem that thorough.

At least Gilbert was actually marked by Styx with his messy efforts.

Therefore, even if Gilbert dies, Hill cannot bypass the River Styx to keep his soul... It is not impossible, but as a natural mage, Hill is easily unwilling to violate his own principles and beliefs.

This is different from taking a soul from the devil's soul pool.

Although Styx seems to have no reaction to those guys who take people out of his hands, it is not true...otherwise the gods wouldn't all take the souls marked by themselves into their own gods before they reach Styx. country.

The devil is not afraid of curses, but the gods are still afraid of them.

The Gods of Death in most worlds are basically the spokespersons of Styx... and as long as they are regular Deaths, their first mission is to get the soul back for Styx.

Gilbert may also be the only soul marked by the Styx in this closed world, so Hill cannot touch it!

Hill felt that the River Styx would never be willing to be cut off by external forces, and all his souls would be taken away by the devil... This was the whole world.

Therefore, he couldn't help but feel a little confused: "You look like this, it would be better to give up as soon as possible."

Gilbert was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly realized... If his soul would still be taken away and devoured by the so-called goddess, this seemingly upright mage would not say that.

"I……"

"Although I don't know if that person did anything, but you'd better not mention it before leaving." Hill cut off his words, "The isolation circle I added can only ensure that mortal ears can't get in."

Gilbert was stunned: "Is there something wrong with the arrangement in front of me?"

Hill floated onto a circular carpet: "On the floor tiles below, there is a very exquisite micro-formation. It is a long-distance control type. Your words will not be transmitted directly, but when the other side wants to listen, , you can still hear it.”

Gilbert frowned... Although he was so weak that there was only one piece of skin left, his skin was still very tight because the power of the elements had been moisturizing his body, so his face really hadn't wrinkled in a long time. Feel it.

After feeling the wrinkles between his brows, Gilbert himself was surprised. It turned out that he could still squeeze out some wrinkles!

Then he gritted his teeth and thought about what he was doing during the few times when the quarantine was fully open... When his parents died, he shouted "I can't save you, I'm a waste" and broke down crying because his body was about to be unable to support it. Living and counting his resources against the curse of fate, and arranging for Ulrich to handle some of the family's affairs.

Although for other mages, the resources and some of his arrangements for Ulrich are worth paying attention to, for the one who arranged this floor tile, there is no need to care.

Of course Gilbert knew who did this...the teacher he once thought cared about him a little bit.

He was always careful in everything he did. When outsiders came to his side tower, he would check it carefully.

But when Fritz Root came to see him, a student with poor health, in person before he went into seclusion, Gilbert was really moved and never thought about what the other person was doing.

At that time, he had not yet made these curtains!

No wonder... Gilbert thought about Root, who never paid much attention to him after that, and smiled coldly.

After confirming that Gilbert really had no value, Root gave up on him completely!

Gilbert completely let go of the last memory of the Tower of Darkness... For so many years, although this tower trapped him, it also protected him.

Especially Lute, without his harsh words, Gilbert would never have had such a pure life in this magic tower where the sun was setting, the people were distracted, so Gilbert was still a little grateful to the Archmage. ’s... After all, he is a student who really has no future. The other party is too lazy to teach him, and Gilbert can understand.

But this floor tile completely broke the temperatureless warmth he had created for himself.

"As expected, people have nothing to rely on except themselves." Gilbert murmured.

Hill looked at him inexplicably.

When Gilbert entered the Tower of Darkness, didn't he know what the other party's purpose was?

Then there must be all kinds of means!

Black-faced and white-faced, suppressing gentleness, they must all go together.

Why does it sound like this kid still has some faith?

Hmm... that's right, since he would make such sacrifices for his family, he always feels a little soft in his heart.

However, Hill knew that he was not qualified to criticize others. He could live a good and healthy life until now only because of the surround sound provided by his natural consciousness all year round.

Gilbert cheered up: "But, if he happens to be using this monitor, then... he won't hear anything, and it will also cause a little..."

Hill waved his hand, and the runes of the magic circle slowly appeared on the innermost curtain that just excluded the carpet.

Gilbert looked over in surprise: Is this the master of the magic circle?

He could wave his hand and make the magic circle made by an official mage appear with runes. He had never seen it before!

That's something that requires a lot of materials and lengthy spells!

Then he couldn't help but widen his eyes... the runes were being modified.

While the magic circle was still in use, it was directly modified!

Is this something a human can do?

Gilbert couldn't help but tilted his head...Isn't this Bisuzeya's divine enemy coming?

"Your runes are not very standard, so there are loopholes." Hill explained softly, "Otherwise, as long as there is this layer, the monitoring circle can be blocked.

Although that thing is exquisite, it is not particularly powerful. "

"It was when I first became a mage." Gilbert smiled bitterly, "That person didn't take it too seriously, he just didn't want to give up an opportunity."

Hill nodded suddenly: It was indeed his teacher.

He just said it! Even if he really had some feelings for this student in the end, he wouldn't have been sincere towards Gilbert when he had evil intentions at the beginning.

"But if I die now, what will Russell and the others do?" Gilbert finally turned to the topic.

"Leave your memories to me." Hill smiled, "It's very private. You are sure that others will not know. No need.

But as long as there are memories known to anyone except you, they must be left to me. "