Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill reached out and waved, and a crystal tablet appeared in his hand.

"William refused to give me this thing." Lansander looked at the crystal plate that could connect the main artifact of the God of Time and Space with saliva on his face.

What these gods have in their hands are all defective products...the ones connected are not the main artifact in the country of the God of Time and Space, but a sub-artifact specially made for Toril.

That thing was specially separated for Toril. Although the movements of the undead in Toril could be seen, those from other worlds could not.

Just like his world, it is also controlled by the secondary artifact separated from the main artifact... Although Lansander can understand that it is impossible for the God of Time and Space to let other gods control his important artifact, he is still a little regretful.

However, Lansander glanced at Shar... Hill can use it, but can Shar?

"You're not like me, you have to be around to see it." Hill glanced at him, "There are giant screens wherever the undead are, so it's not like you can't see them.

I remember, didn’t the young master erect a giant screen in front of your Tower of Dawn?

What do you want to see? "

Ransander shook his head and laughed twice: Hill, this kid, likes to make decisions about him at critical moments.

That artifact, to put it bluntly, still belongs to the undead themselves.

If one day, the young master and the others no longer go to Toril, that thing will naturally disappear.

Although the gods of Toril can continue to use Toril's secondary artifact to observe all kinds of things in the world, how much can they see without the undead who wander around and like to look at everything?

It's just like now, using the camera to watch some important events.

These things may seem important, but they basically cannot affect any essential existence of Toril, so AO has no reaction at all.

As for whether Shar has...Lansendre reacted in a daze, it doesn't make any difference at all.

Whatever good things Shar has, she will not share them with the creatures of Toril, including her followers.

Even though her electors have control over some artifacts, it is all to allow them to better complete their tasks.

And... Lansander glanced at Hill. He didn't even think that there were many gods and powerful men in Trahill who could own this crystal plate.

You know, this is different from the one in the hands of the undead that is definitely controlled by the God of Time and Space. A powerful alchemist like Hill can definitely do something to the crystal plate... This is directly connected to the main artifact of the God of Time and Space. Doppelgänger!

Although Hill is kind-hearted and has always been decent, Lansander sneered. The kind camp is most terrifying when it deceives people.

Of course, he also trusts Hill, and will even share many of his good things with Hill...but this does not include artifacts that can be directly connected to his kingdom.

However, the God of Time and Space gave Hill control without hesitation.

He really believed in the child he watched grow up.

However, on the other hand, Hill really dared to use it.

This thing is left in his portable magic tower!

This means that as long as the God of Time and Space wants to, he can directly enter his personal space at any time.

No matter what Lansendre thinks, he still feels that the characters of gods and humans like Trasil are difficult to figure out.

In his eyes, Hill is not someone who trusts others easily.

Just like Selune, who was a bit annoying with her mouth, but was actually very friendly to Hill, Hill had a very cold attitude... an aboveboard coldness.

He is indeed sincere, but he is also really indifferent.

Hmm...huh?

Lansendre's originally distracted attention was quickly attracted by the giant screen that finally stopped after switching rapidly for a while.

The reason why Hill raised three giant screens at the same time was because the undead lit up too many live broadcast rooms... When no specific family live broadcast room was lit, it was really difficult to identify the small screens raised by individuals.

Fortunately, Hill's luck has always been good, and he found it after just switching for a while.

Maybe it's also because the young master's big face is too distinctive.

"Young master, perfect bald head and magic sword." Hill whispered softly, "I don't know who took the video, but he must be a man."

No matter how bad the photography skills of girls are, they will not be able to capture this kind of character.

At least, the 'Demon Sword' doesn't have a large section on top of its head, but the 'Perfect Bald Head' and 'Young Master' only have their heads on the screen.

Then his center point was the waist of the magic sword... This made the faces of Loli and Shota next to him look particularly ferocious.

Of course, it may also be because the bright red clothes of the 'Devil Sword' reflected a more bizarre light under the green light.

And this notoriously unlucky guy from Black Rose was also one of the triggers for the series of screams erupted by the 'Perfect Bald Head' and 'Young Master' just now.

Moreover, as soon as Hill saw where they were, he knew why the sound was so loud just now... The cave looked like a rare natural trumpet.

Even if it is a stone trumpet, the sound will be amplified several times.

Not to mention, this is still a mountain of steel.

Stainless steel speaker, absolutely loud.

In addition, both ‘Perfect Bald Head’ and ‘Young Master’ are louder and more breathy.

Then, the reason why the 'Old Sanda King' suffered a greater blow was because she just happened to be standing next to the trumpet.

If you think about it, if the bell mouth is covered with a thin layer of steel, what kind of resonance will occur, you will know how much the "old Sanda King" has suffered.

However, in fact, the piece of iron sheet was only a little bit small. If the 'Old Sanda King' had moved another three meters or so, he would not have suffered such a huge blow.

Obviously she has always had good luck.

Therefore, Hill said that the 'young master' was really her fault sometimes... Although he would be caught and beaten severely by the 'old Sanda King' every time he got sick, he succeeded a lot.

"Hill, is there something wrong with the terrain?" Lansander asked in surprise.

As expected of the Lord of the Dawn, who has always loved music and art, he immediately discovered something was wrong.

"Well, it's kind of like a horn."

"Well..." Lansendre tilted his head and made a very friendly comment, "The young master's voice is very consistent with the jump of the musical scale. He is indeed an excellent conductor."

Hill couldn't help but twist his lips.

"What are you talking about?" Shar, who was sitting in the back, suddenly asked, "Is there such a legend about Trasil?"

"Trasil doesn't have it, the undead do." Hill smiled, "They used to make a lot of designs to create scary illusions.

Although my grandfather, Frank, did a lot, his design draft was still much richer.

That is, as time goes by, they themselves may have forgotten... Let me think about it, this Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night and the Bride and Marriage here are the drawings that the young master, who is a young man who knows the world of swordsmanship, came up with himself! "

Shar hesitated for a few seconds before saying: "I know what you are talking about, William showed it to me.

It's just a bit bloody and dirty, it looks like a parade of ghouls... I thought they were all of the same type! "

"That kind of thing is suitable for humans in our world. After all, undead natural disasters have really happened, and mortals will always be afraid of that kind of scene." Hill pointed to the screen, "And this kind of thing is more suitable for the undead. horrible.

Therefore, William did not adopt it at first.

It's not the undead that he wanted to scare. "

Then Hill pointed back at his nose: "But I'm different."

Shar could only smile slightly and hide herself behind the vines again.

"Although, well, it's not the same as what I said at the beginning." Hill pondered for a few seconds before telling his friend 'Master' who looked at him that he was so scared that he pissed his pants, jumped up and down, and even got punished for stepping on the neighbor's foot. Lansander, who was stomping and laughing at the sight of the 'perfect bald head' knocking him on the head and cursing, said, "But, in the early hours of tomorrow, the undead will appear under the magic tower anyway.

Why don't you go talk to Joss? "

Ransander tilted his head: "I'm going!"

He had obviously said before that his clones were not enough... but he just showed up just to watch the fun?

"Ah, this is a virtual clone, it only needs a little divinity." Lansander seemed to understand Hill's eyes, so he directly explained, "It will disappear after saying what needs to be said.

I don’t want to hear so many reasons from Joss, I just tell him what to do.

Anyway, when daybreak comes, I will place those puppet boxes that can automatically issue tasks in the lobby of your magic tower. "

Although those things can be controlled with energy crystals, they also require high-level intelligent core control.

Therefore, before the Tower of Dawn is established, it can only be temporarily handed over to Liszt.

Hill loaned out his ground floor lobby for a month.

"Huh?" Shar suddenly reacted, "The reason why you don't care about Joss's head being too stone is because you can use the time and space artifact to control the Tower of Dawn!

Also, this world is not that important to you, so it doesn't matter if the Tower of Dawn is controlled by that artifact.

It just so happens that I can help you supervise the brainless voters to prevent them from being deceived..."

"Who can deceive my voters?" Ransondel interrupted Shar with a sneer. "Jos just doesn't care and doesn't want to listen to the annoying nonsense, but he will never be deceived."

Shar glanced at him: "That's right, the Chosen of Dawn has always been the type to immediately kill someone if they suspect you are lying to me."

"But they didn't make a mistake." Ransander replied without hesitation, "Especially your followers who like to sow discord."

Hill tilted his head and asked calmly: "So, Shar, do you plan to issue tasks directly through the tablet?

Or also put a few mission puppets in the hall? "

"It's fine in the hall." Shar quickly replied, "Don't worry, I won't let you keep breathing out."