The ingenuity of these Gods of Order makes an alchemist master like Hill who has seen a lot admire him. However, the means by which they realize their fantastic ideas only makes Hill feel sick.
But what can Hill do?
He just learned a lesson because of his experiences in this world... Knowledge should not be divided into good and bad, but whether you can master it and learn it.
Any knowledge may save your life at a critical moment.
After learning not to do it, he still has normal qualities.
But when the disaster happened before his eyes, he didn't know what was going on. That was his stupidity.
Therefore, in the past, he might have chosen not to look at these things, but today, he analyzed them carefully and thought over and over about what kind of manufacturing ideas were contained in them.
Instead of always thinking about where this thing came from... why it is so vicious.
Hill knew that this was a sign of his growth, but for some reason, he felt a little disappointed.
Sure enough, if you want to be a grown-up child forever, you can only do it in the past world where you had no worries about food and clothing, and although you were not rich, you could live your life comfortably.
Otherwise, as long as they are not born with chaos, who can live the life they want to live so heartlessly in such a world?
Your life is important, and everything you cherish is important.
Maybe some people are willing to give up all this for freedom, but Hill can't.
For the sake of what he cherished, Hill slowly took back the thorns in his body one by one... not enough to pull them out, but indeed, they all fell down.
Therefore, he did slowly step out of the big boy who would never grow up and became the Hill of Trasil.
Hill lowered his head and smiled slightly.
When he raised his head again, he had swallowed the unnecessary bitterness... He even gave up the little pretentiousness that appeared from time to time in the past.
Human growth always happens silently, but when I think back on it, I can't even describe what it feels like.
Hill stared at the strange weapon on the giant screen, smiled and asked: "Ah~ what weapon does the God of Order use?
It can actually break through the protection imposed on Asmodeus by the pool of life!"
Hill was indeed curious about the origin of this weapon that looked like a gun but had a mace-like top.
Using his God of Order, it is obvious that he is the most prolific in martial arts among this group of old men... Moreover, it is very rare that being hit by the ruby scepter will have a bonus effect.
"Hmm... you may not know him." Lansendre identified him carefully before saying, "He is Bartero who came forward to help a certain positive energy plane fight against Miska.
Although he mainly came up with ideas and taught the native gods of that plane how to sacrifice themselves to make a seven-section scepter.
But at least, he really tried his best and was beaten to a bloody head by Miska and almost died.
His attitude towards Asmodeus has never been very good, but that is not because the battle angels have become ugly, but because he has always felt that the existence of these angels has made their God of Order decadent and incompetent.
To put it bluntly, he is just that old stubborn.
If you want to say bad, he is not completely bad, but I guess he is the one that bothers Asmodeus the most.
If there was a chance to smash Batro's mouth, Asmodeus would probably rather spare the lives of other gods of order.
However, it is also because his bad behavior is all because of his bad temper, rather than his original intention to do evil... His weapons should really have the power to expel evil, unlike those old guys."
The corner of Hill's mouth couldn't help but twitch... Is this what he asked?
But he can understand why Lansendre is so bothered by this Bartello... He is the dawn, the passion, the symbol of youth, and of course, the troublemaker that the old stubborn wants to kill most.
What the old stubborn likes most is to rely on the old to sell off the old, and rely on the old qualifications to suppress the young.
But sometimes, you have to admit that his maturity is not completely meaningless.
But, which passionate young man is willing to accept such an old-fashioned life?
Hill didn't even need to think about it to understand how painful Asmodeus must have been... Although this thing's mouth was annoying, it didn't really want to kill him.
Just muttering to him, "Your existence is the biggest trouble" and the like, although it is annoying, but compared to those guys who secretly plotted against them and wanted them to die on the battlefield and never come back, Bartero can't be called
The crime deserves death.
Of course Asmodeus is not a tolerant being, but he understands better that if he even has ill intentions towards a guy like Bartlow, then... the Gods of Order will definitely understand that the hatred in their hearts has gone beyond that.
There are limits.
He could only endure it until he found a way out.
Well……
Hill quietly raised his head and looked at the Lord of Hell on the giant screen, who was slightly injured but still able to move freely... The reason why Asmodeus has such rare perseverance is naturally because of that.
The wounds were healed by life energy.
Fortunately, the Lord of Hell has a high tolerance for high temperatures, so he was not burned all over by this healing water that was like boiling water.
However, Asmodeus was indeed as Lansander said, when he attacked Batro, he was particularly decisive.
People who don't understand like Hill would probably just think that he chose to be cruel to Bartero because the ruby scepter rarely worked... But after Hill looked carefully, he could see that the Lord of Hell just wanted to
Smash Bartó in the face.
Asmodeus's real target is obviously not the two gods of order whose ruby scepter can cause damage.
Hill was a little surprised... He didn't think that the Lord of Hell was such a bottom-line existence.
So, where does the real killing move come from?
Hill fell into confusion for an instant... The pool of life definitely couldn't kill anyone.
His attributes determine his auxiliary duties.
Otherwise, he would not have such powerful energy, and would have to wait for Asmodeus to save his life.
Selune tilted her head and pondered for a while, then turned to ask the big peacock: "What Hill asked was why the weapon was in that shape, and how could it be so useful?
Did you answer the question incorrectly?"
"Did I make a mistake?" Ransondel replied unconvinced, "If Bartlow hadn't been a rare and truly kind person in Paradise Mountain, how would he have received the most positive energy feedback?
Aren't the thorns on the weapon all radiant crystals that he refined with positive energy?
Besides him, who else in Paradise Mountain would use such a weapon that is only lethal to evil!"
Shar shook his head and laughed, and still smiled when talking to Hill: "Although Bartlow is an old stubbornness, he is also an old fool.
So those old guys can still fool him.
Besides, he's not really kind, he just has a little bit of kindness... You see, even if he doesn't like the behavior of his colleagues, he won't raise any objections when other old guys agree.
The anger is also directed at the victim.
Ha~
Everyone understands everything.
But, in those years, there was a funny joke circulating in the multiverse: the real angels are in hell, and there is no heaven on the top of the mountain."
Hill blinked: "Asmodeus did it?"
Anyone who knows about this great change in Heaven Mountain is not an ordinary god.
And these old guys in the multiverse will not spread this kind of news for the sake of other people's lives and lives.
Only Asmodeus, who wanted to give Hell a little more breathing space and not be attacked from both sides by Heaven Mountain and the Abyss, had the need to do this.
Shar nodded: "It must be him.
However, it is because of this joke that Batlló has been able to maintain his nature.
Over the years, Tiantian Mountain's old-fashioned image has been particularly distinctive because the envoys sent out are basically him.
Although the others are pretty good, their brains are better than those of Bartó and they are not so easy to control.
Although this sounds like a joke, there really is no status difference between the gods of order.
You have to use your brain to kill anything."
"So, even if the old guy didn't do anything bad, it's just a little bit better than neutrality." Selune pinched her fingertips to draw a small distance, "All their decisions are made by voting.
from.
Although the minority obeys the majority, they still know what they have done.
Therefore, of course the sins are shared by everyone.
It's just that those guys who don't do trouble alone and occasionally do some good things can... Hehe~
He is kind.
It's so easy to be kind."
Hill tried hard to look at the ground in front of him... he almost blurted out the words "You are the same".
However, neither Shar nor Lansander felt anything about Selune's words.
It can be seen that they have long been accustomed to Toriel's kindness.
"Rose is gone." Hill said in surprise, looking up at the giant screen again.
"Under that starfish-like stone over there." Lansendre said with a smile, "The more claws you have, the more flexible you are. It's so full of drink that it can run pretty fast."
Hill nodded: "I really don't know how she plans to escape then."
"Hehe~" Selune laughed, "It's just that one move. It will break into pieces!"
Bring a little water to one paw.
See which claw can break through the blockade of the gods of order outside.
Asmodeus will definitely have to rush out anyway, it depends on whether she has that luck."
"Strange, what is Asmodeus waiting for?" Shar was a little curious, "The longer he delays, the tighter the blockade of the Gods of Order outside becomes.
Without the help of the life pool, he would not have the ability to fight against so many gods of order.
Lansendre, where are those demons and demons?"
"Still robbing things." Lansander shook his head, "These old guys are really willing to do it, even exposing the things in the warehouse.
How could those guys endure it?" ()
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