Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

However, at this moment, while listening to the exchange between Hill and Styx, and looking at the City of Death where he had only laid a foundation, Gilbert was speechless for a moment.

Therefore, when he heard that Styx was particularly interested in saying that he wanted to try it out in this world to see how much strength he needed, Gilbert just rolled his eyelids towards the gray sky.

He was even thinking about how much Styx valued Trasil.

With Gilbert's clever mind, he could tell that on Trasil's side, Styx did not intend to rework it again and again.

It's completely different from him.

Of course, it could also be that the Styx area in Trasil was not as desolate as his... When Gilbert flipped through the information and saw that there were Nether plants growing on both sides of the Styx River in other places, he was truly speechless.

Their world will, the heart of the earth really hates humans!

Even the River Styx is bare.

This will definitely not be the case with Trasil... Touching the scrolls recording the creatures of the Styx on his desk floating in mid-air, Gilbert sighed.

He has no interest in reading those inheritance anymore. After all, he doesn't care at all what the gods of death in other worlds do, and he has no interest in learning.

However, Gilbert is very interested in these underworld creatures that may slowly grow.

This is probably related to the life he has always longed for.

However, Gilbert didn't think there was anything wrong with him... How could anyone in their world not be tempted by plants growing wantonly?

Color and appearance are not issues.

Gilbert believed that he would never be as crazy as some gods of death who found life very attractive and always wanted to build green plantations on the River Styx.

People have seen colorful plants, breathtaking green... What about him? He only saw the surviving food crops in flowerpots, and black taro.

Is there a duller plant than black taro?

Gilbert curled his lips... At least the plants in Styx are still a shade of red!

At least now he is easily satisfied.

Therefore, there is really no need to show him some things now... It will only make Gilbert, who can't even build a house and can only work while floating in the air, feel jealous and resentful.

Why do fools live better than him?

Then Gilbert was almost knocked out of his own domain by the huge airflow that almost broke through the thick oil layer above the Styx.

Gilbert was extremely suspicious. The tiny stars that suddenly appeared in the distance were the red dragon's curious big eyes.

It is estimated that Red Dragon has never seen the Death God who was almost kicked away by his boss in his own home.

Of course, Gilbert is not really unable to escape.

But in that case, his only table would be gone... This is a pure solid wood table, and it also has a fragrance!

A metal table, a bone table, things that are just around the corner, Gilbert would definitely not care.

However, Gilbert, who is still the aristocratic archmage from the past, absolutely cannot bear the thought of a solid wood table turning into ashes in front of his eyes!

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William tilted his head, looked at Hill with a strange expression and asked curiously: "What's wrong, Hill?"

According to his prediction, Styx should be very happy to see his plan!

Although Trasil had a special design, he still made a general plan and gave it to Styx.

After all, not every god in the world is willing to let his believers stand trial before discussing whether he should enter his own kingdom.

Generally speaking, the gods will not let their followers walk around the River Styx.

After all, these believers who can enter the Kingdom of God have basically made great contributions to their gods... and once these undead souls enter the city of death, they may expose a little bit to the god of death.

Especially those high-level believers who take care of mundane affairs for good gods.

In fact, everyone understands that they can enter the Kingdom of God only because they have the ability to maintain the glory of the gods, but it does not mean that the halo around them is as pure as that of angels.

You can't say that they are actually battle angels, right? Asmodeus probably doesn't want to take the blame.

But for the gods of the good camp, the doctrines they claim cannot explain why they are more willing to allow such souls to enter their kingdom.

So, just don’t show this face in the City of Death.

Of the many foreign gods William knew, the only one who was really not afraid of one of his own accidentally falling into the River Styx was Lansander.

The evil camp is also afraid, and they don't want to make every crime public.

There are always some secrets that you want to keep in your own hands.

Of course, generally speaking, if their believers don't know what they are doing after they finish it... it doesn't matter if they throw it into the River Styx.

If you want to simply lose your soul, you know too much. Even if there is someone who is so capable that these evil gods are reluctant to throw it away, then they have to clean up their emotions and memories, leaving only a brand new blank soul to become their god's kingdom. Those who pray for annexation.

William has only seen one Amber who can really let his evil followers enter the Kingdom of God to serve him without clearing his memory.

However, William was not sure whether this guy could not remember that he could still do this, or whether he felt that the Shark Head believers did not have the intelligence to rebel.

The latter words made him think that Anbo might not be really stupid, but... After being in contact with him for so long, Anbo's IQ always made him wonder whether it was because when Anbo was born, the conflict between the divine powers of Shar and Selûne was the most powerful. The place came out.

He was knocked stupid before his head had grown.

Of course, this has always been William's own internal slander.

He was now glad that he had not said it.

The past and present life of the Hunting Goddess will definitely be spread throughout the entire multiverse in the future... At that time, others doubted whether Trasil had the law of stupidity, and even let the Hunting Goddess take possession of it.

It is precisely for this reason that Tracier's plan was written in more detail and made more perfect.

This is a plan that the God of Time and Space thinks is perfect after studying the assembly line for many years.

They don't know how many intelligence points Styx can add to the goddess of hunting, but they can reduce the space for this person to intervene to the limit.

After all, the original moon tree and the current underworld tree should be responsible for the work of soul transfer... No god in Trasil would doubt the children raised by Hill.

Then, the main job of the God of Death is to provide the energy for the operation of the City of Death.

But similarly, the gods of Trasil also paid a certain price... When they restrain others, they must also restrain themselves.

Therefore, all their followers must visit the City of Death once.

If he fails to pass the basic judgment of the City of Death, even if his god is willing to forgive his mistake, he will still have to go through a mountain of knives, a sea of ​​fire, or even a big millstone.

This, for every god, is a splint placed on himself.

After all, even the bastard couple of the God of Nobles accepted this restriction.

In Trasil, their followers are the ones most likely to cause problems.

William, when he looked back on the past, occasionally felt that it was quite normal for him to be blinded by the thoughts of the God of Nobility.

That guy is willing to sacrifice anything when it comes to something that is truly good for the entire human race.

After years of torment by the undead, the believers of the Noble God who have walked the road of atonement still have red circles on their bodies!

Not to mention that he also has an army of half-devils... These guys can keep themselves from getting worse, thanks to the abyss gate opened by Graz'zt.

They didn't dare to leave the crater.

There is a ring of temples outside to calm their spirits, and there are demons in front of them that they want to kill on sight, and it is not a sin to kill them. This allows this group of people to live well.

Every once in a while, the undead will receive the task of finding this group of troops who are lost in the volcano crater's always jumping plane space, and they have to give them food and drink.

Even so, if this group of people really reaches the end of their lives, the best outcome is to go to Daoshan.

After all, they are different from the evil caused by the blood of devils and warlocks... They can become half-devils, and they really rely on their own efforts to become non-human beings.

But even so, the Noble God gritted his teeth and accepted the agreement.

And even he agreed, what else could the other gods say?

Therefore, the Earth Goddess agreed to let the souls of all animals walk through the city of death.

Hill raised his eyes and looked at him: "Nothing, I just didn't expect that someone would cherish the gift I gave him."

Gilbert's solid wood table was, of course, a gift from Hill.

Although he is a son of nature, he will not refuse some cash crops because of this, not to mention that the earthquake in Neverwinter Forest destroyed many forests.

Instead of letting the trees fall to the ground, Hill collected them and occasionally did some carpentry work himself.

After all, only by eradicating dead plants can the forest recover as soon as possible.

However, he actually gave Gilbert a complete set of furniture... Did this guy go too far?

Is it for Styx to see?

why?

William's curiosity became even more intense, and he strongly demanded that Hill tell him the cause and effect.

However, he was also a little confused.

Shar, who had been hanging next to him, said quietly: "You two, have you never known what poverty is?"

"Ah?" Hill and William looked at Shar stupidly.

"If the only table is damaged by his own god, can he still ask Styx to compensate?" Selune, who had not left, suddenly stepped in with concern, "Ah, Hill is rich. , which was the consensus of Toril.

But, William, how can you be rich if you are just and fair?

How can this be called fair? "

William blinked and said tentatively: "Maybe, because I have a very rich father?"