Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

William nonchalantly spread common sense to Hilde about this devil king. 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 character 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 could understand why Hill didn't want to stay in crowded places. The world was originally made up of mostly lies, a part of being self-conscious, and very little honesty.

If Hill was in a noisy place, his brain would probably be turned into a mess, and his natural consciousness would be shouting: "Lie!" all the time.

Spencer came over with a tablet: "Can the undead only watch from the outside now? Can the devil king close the entrance to the sea water?

They can still watch the excitement and bet on when the devil can close this seawater inlet. But if you have nothing to do, you won’t be able to hold on for long, right?

Moreover, there are fewer and fewer demons running out for them to kill. They are probably all hiding in high places waiting for their master to return after his victory! "

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

"That devil king?" Spencer asked suspiciously, "Won't he take action?"

"Then you have to ask Hill, how long can the pouring rift 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 a little awkwardly. This was the reason why he always felt that this spell couldn't be used.

Six hours of pouring rain would have caused flooding, not to mention a waterfall-like fall.

The only thing he can control is the size of the crack, but it must be at least 50 meters long and 2 meters wide.

And in the rift above the capital of the Magic Kingdom, Hill almost spent most of his mana.

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

Otherwise, Mephistopheles would not have given up what he was doing and ran out to try to plug this gap.

No matter what he wants to do, it is all the work of the devil, and he absolutely cannot bear to do it while being purified by the elemental sea water. But if it takes too long, he will definitely give up.

Even if it is a clone, it should be similar to the original character. After discovering that it cannot succeed, it will never persist. The word adventure does not exist in this monarch's dictionary.

William was 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 sacred rain and blizzard in the sky must not stop. Wherever there is a gap, let Mephistopheles give me a slap before leaving, then Accept your misfortune!"

"Isn't it that Gernes wants someone to come looking for him?" Spencer asked a little strangely, "You have already laid out the battlefield!"

Although his hands were typing constantly, his face looked at William with confusion.

If that person doesn't come out, wouldn't it be pointless for William to waste so much divine power to defeat the Devil Lord's defensive formation?

No matter how strong Hill is, he doesn't have the ability to stand up to Mephistopheles.

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

I also didn't expect that Hill's spell was so useful. It was almost completely purifying the city. The devil's hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation were all wasted. They would no longer struggle and probably just wanted to withdraw.

Devils are different from demons. They don't have the madness to fight to the death. "

Hill understood the implication of William's words. The reason why Gernes' World Will and the man who wanted to duel with the God of Magic were so active was because they were worried that William would not fight hard.

If the God of Magic escapes, William can leave at any time. As long as most of the world is restored, he will have completed his mission.

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

But now, all of Mephistopheles's ideas have been ruined by the outpouring of the Sea of ​​Elements. After being purified, the center of the magic network is no longer of much use to him.

Mephistopheles wants to get another magic net that can withstand dark magic, but it is basically impossible in Gernes.

After knowing that joining his magic network would either turn them into puppets or devils, probably not many humans would join the magic network to serve as his experimental subjects.

"Then I'll add a time limit to the undead." Spencer lowered his head and thought about it and said, "It's best to have a competition mode, otherwise if it's too boring, they will start fighting among themselves.

It's better for the competition to build a wall than for them to fight among themselves in front of the devil. "

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

Hill frowned and waited. For whom did Genns bring the will of the world?

It was impossible for Silver Moon. The feeling of being on the verge of death was too obvious, completely different from what the Silver Moon goddess in Trasil had pretended to be.

And even if he wakes up, he will not leave Silver Moon. The black moon and the red moon can block his way to the world at any time.

Hill thought about it for a long time, and he sighed silently. Mephistopheles was obviously impatient.

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

He couldn't confirm how long it would take, and the devil had obviously been watching the dead build a wall.

All the elemental water blocked the city with these ice walls, and there was no point in holding on any longer.

Mephistopheles put down his hand and threw out several balls of hellfire without hesitation. Some strangely shaped demons rushed out of the flames and rushed directly towards the undead in four directions.

He is going to run.

The undead shouted to welcome these devils with black flames, and all the devils hiding in the city were found by the devil king. 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 song roared through the sky.

A team of five appeared in front of Mephistopheles.

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

Three humans, two elves.

"The elves are out?" William asked in surprise, "The elves in this world will actually fight for the world!"

"There are many elves in the good camp." Hill said helplessly, "Your Majesty, don't compare the Elf God King in our world with other elves.

There are elves from all camps, and not many are as brainless as him. "

The bard's song sounded passionately, and his song was filled with roars of fighting, howls of death, and cries of battle... Like a furious storm rushing through the battlefield, invisible rays of light blessed his teammates. On the body.

The two knights had directly blocked Mephistopheles' three-pronged spear, and the large ball of hell flame dropped by the Devil Lord did not cause any harm to them and was extinguished by the rolling sea water.

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

Even the priest was constantly blessing magic to purify and treat the knights. The elf longbowman was obviously using a divine weapon, and every arrow caused considerable damage to the devil king.

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

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

As the undead sold more and more books to him, he no longer read these knightly novels very much, but if the era was different, he would still read them a few times to study whether anything special happened in that era.

Mages have the most books in this world. They also want to entertain, so there are many novels written tens of thousands of years ago that are well preserved.

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

He played various harps, waved handbells and beat various drums, sang his own tragic songs, and taught the joys and sorrows to all who were interested.

The songs sung by the singers in the tavern were all passed down to him.

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

Hill looked up at the identical bard on the giant screen while reading.

William couldn't help but call him: "What did you see? Don't just think about yourself! Look at my curious eyes~"

Hill held several books: "This is a tavern song that started circulating thirty thousand years ago, and the image of the bard in it has never changed.

It all looks like him. "

William fell silent. He observed the bard carefully, becoming more and more helpless.

"The goddess of magic is really sensitive!" He sighed, "That broken net was formed about 30,000 years ago, right? Did you send people out to observe the enemy's situation?"

Hill looked at William in surprise. Is he a believer in the goddess of magic? Her disciple organization, the Harpers, although powerful, is 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 take out the harp and use it?"

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

"Myriel, the God of Singing, is a loyal ally of the Goddess of Magic." William said calmly, "If you guess who it is, you will recognize him if you look at him again.

His singing was full of divine flavor, which was why the two demigod-level knights were able to block Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles would soon discover that it was divine power. "

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