Hill sometimes feels indecisive.
She clearly knew that Aisling would definitely end up like this... To put it bluntly, if Aisling could have done something when Gracia and the Silver Moon Goddess were fighting each other, she would not have ended up like this.
But Hill could also understand that the imbalance between the innately deficient soul power and the powerful mana she had been instilled... it was impossible for her to have any strong willpower.
There are indeed people who can do it, but Hill won't despise Aisling who can't do it.
It can only be said that when it was time for her to be decadent, she just let nature take its course and became decadent. From the beginning to the end, she never struggled.
Also, people have to pay the price for everything in the past.
After all, even gods cannot resist the so-called cause and effect.
Hill suddenly shook his head and couldn't help laughing... What saved Aislin was her respect and love for Root.
If it were her original character, she would definitely cause a lot of trouble for Gilbert.
However, she would not do it openly if Root did not allow her to do it.
When she was secretly looking for trouble, she wasn't looking for trouble from Gilbert himself... It wasn't too much to look down on the Heinalson family.
Moreover, even if Gilbert considers Root's affection and the favor of the Heinalson family who are still in the Tower of Black Mystery, he will more or less protect this eldest sister.
Aisling has never done many good things in her life, but in the end she was saved by her only kindness.
Hill shook his head and tried hard to distance himself from the thoughts that always revolved around karma. There was no way, this shock was too violent.
That was a ring of destiny that started tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of years ago, and even affected his birth... It's scary to think about it.
"Speaking of which, I have to open a door for the undead." Ransander suddenly said thoughtfully.
"Why?" Hill's eyes widened... He thought all his preparations would be in vain!
"Ah... I was confused by Asmodeus some time ago!" Lansander smiled gently, "So, those worlds he used to blind my vision were all confused by me, um,
It exploded accidentally.
Anyway, they have been soaked in the breath of hell, and the smell is extremely unpleasant... The smell is so bad that I just want those worlds to disappear quickly.
Moreover, Selune is also involved."
Selune turned her head and said seriously: "I don't know who is in charge of those worlds in hell. Anyway, it smells like lies and betrayal.
There is not even a neutral world... The most terrifying thing is that there are not many women and not many newborns in the world. If you think about it, you will know what they rely on to survive!
How could I possibly continue to see such a dirty world exist?”
Hill pressed his forehead... The worlds near Trahill are completely finished this time!
Although he doesn't agree with Selune's reasons, after all, the reproduction of devils is another matter... The absence of women is too normal for a world controlled by devils.
However, there is no need for him to sympathize with the enemy's plight.
Anyway, he recognized Ransendall's reasons.
This time, Trasil's spiral constellation-like star gate finally became the real exit.
Shar obviously also understood how ridiculous Selune's reason was. She glanced at her sister with the eyes of a monster, but she didn't have to explain this kind of problem for the sake of the Nine Hells.
Therefore, she also chose to change the topic.
"Do you think that Asmodeus will attack the world again after returning from Heavenly Mountain?" Shar looked at Lansander.
"Even if he and Abyss are bound to fall out, it will still take ten or eight years." Lansander replied nonchalantly, "Then, after he goes back to clean up, those big people he kicked out of the circle of power will
The devil needs a place to send him.
Besides Toril, isn't this world the most suitable?
After all, the breath of Styx is always more suitable for these devils.
In this world, the devil's foundation is strong enough. Even those mage towers that have escaped from the devil's tower must have these devil's methods inside.
The devil actually likes this kind of world where the open side and the secret side are at war at the same time.
Even if they are doomed to fail, their desire to gain is enough to make their money back."
"What does it have to do with you?" Selune asked in confusion.
Lansander glanced at her helplessly: "Aislin's existence has been recognized by Styx.
You think this is easy?
Moreover, at that time, Styx could have thrown the dual cores of the sun directly to Amauna Tower... Do you think Styx would be afraid that too many people would die in Toril?
Of course, I reached an agreement with him to achieve this perfect result!"
Ransander couldn't help but muttered: "Besides, it is obvious that there are many backhands in this world."
"What do you mean?" Selune suddenly became curious, "Whose mastermind did you discover?"
"There's something wrong with the Root in Aislin's memory." Lansander said thoughtfully, "I always feel that the soul power in him has never been seen before.
I have never been to this world before, so if I feel familiar, there must be... some outsider."
"Asmodeus, what kind of nest is this...?" Selune asked a little confused, "If you go by what Hill said, his plan is actually quite thorough.
I thought it was very rare for your chosen one to fall into this world due to an unexpected explosion of a demiplane!
As for Hill... It is understandable that Hill would come in. With his luck, things related to Trahill would have easily dragged him into it.
That...the old mage from Trasil should have a similar reason.
Originally they were nearby, but then the world became involved with them...
So, I really think that only your voters are the accident.
how?
Is there anyone still here?"
Hill glanced at Lansander... He actually felt this way when he left the Tower of Black Mystery.
It's just that the connection between Root and the Tower of Black Mystery is a bit...too close.
When he suddenly realized that it was easy for two souls to be born in this world, Hill more or less guessed something... Obviously he had always felt that Root did not seem to be a person without the talent of a soul mage.
But he is indeed not a soul mage.
But what if the other half of his soul is?
Moreover, as the Black Mystery Tower is the mage faction that knows the most about souls, it shouldn't be too difficult to find a way to move the other half of Root's soul into the Soul Tower.
If this is the case, Hill can understand why no matter how far away Lute is, the Black Mystery Tower will still act according to his will... Even if he chooses to become the subsidiary tower owner of another magic tower, he will not be Black Mystery.
The tower gave up.
As for why the logically coldest, cruelest and emotionless half of his soul is still so cooperative with Root... just like Drifos, no matter how wicked that part of his soul is, there is something he doesn't want to lose.
The way the Black Mystery Tower separated the two of them, it was obvious that it was full of goodwill towards each of them... It would directly become an immortal magic tower!
Hill has controlled so many tower spirits and knows very well what incredible actions this kind of magic tower can accomplish.
Whether it is for use or for their own good, Root knows best... no matter which one.
But such a teacher completely disappeared in that moment.
Even if there is any dissatisfaction or desire, in the face of such a tragic result, no matter which Root, probably all he wants is revenge.
A bit weird, but understandable.
Therefore, Hill did not mention this matter at all.
However, Ransander's words made him realize another thing: Although the two souls in this world can be created through some crooked methods, they are actually born with them.
So, if the mages in this world could do this, they would have done it a long time ago... One has become a mage, and the other is immortal. No one knows who is better until the end.
Given the usual style of humans in this world, there might be more people who want to become magic towers!
There must be no relevant knowledge about the inheritance of the Tower of Black Mystery... Therefore, there must be outsiders teaching them.
This should be the familiar power that Lansendre was talking about, right?
But who could it be that the Lord of the Dawn has seen the power of the soul?
Lansendre hesitated for a long time and was unable to give this definition, which means that this must be an old guy from a long time ago.
To be able to sneak in unknowingly under Asmodeus's nose, his ability must be at least similar to that of Mephistopheles, the Grand Duke of Hell.
Although this person failed several times on Hill's side, he was the lord of the eighth level of hell who was annoying Asmodeus to death, but still had to give him the power and status he deserved.
Hill shook his head and gave up guessing... After all, he was still young and didn't have enough experience. Even if he had inherited memories, he wouldn't be able to identify people so easily.
We can only wait for Lansendre to figure it out on his own, or for the guy who has been very patient and hasn't shown up yet to show up.
"On the contrary, Hill..." Shar suddenly stared at Hill twice, "Have you reached a higher level as a warlock?
This world has a great influence on you!
I think you’ve become at least two levels better since you came here!”
Shar was still conservative, and with that moment of realization, Hill's warlock level was directly raised by three levels.
Whether a being like a warlock can continue to be powerful depends only on how much energy he can tap from his own blood and soul from his elders.
The higher the ceiling, the easier it is for people to grow.
"Don't you want to take the path of a mage?" Lansander glanced at him sympathetically, "Is it okay?"
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