Hill stretched out his hand 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 link to the main artifact of the God of Time and Space with salivation on his face.
What these gods have in their hands are all defective products...the ones linked are not the main artifact in the country of the God of Time and Space, but a secondary artifact created specifically for Toril.
That thing was specially set apart for Toril. Although it could see the movements of the undead in Toril, it could not see the movements of the undead in other worlds.
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, can Shar use it?
"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 curtain 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 talk about him at critical moments.
That artifact, to be honest, 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 it or not...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 just to allow them to better complete their tasks.
And... Lansander glanced at Hill. He didn't even think that there were many gods and strong 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.
Clone!
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 linked 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 Trasiel are difficult to understand.
In his eyes, Hill is not someone who trusts others easily.
Just like Selune, who is a bit annoying with her mouth, but is actually very friendly to Hill, Hill's attitude is very cold...and aboveboard and cold.
He is indeed sincere, but he is also really indifferent.
Hmm...huh?
Lansander's attention, which was still distracted, 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.
"Master, perfect bald head and magic sword." Hill whispered softly, "I don't know who the person who took the video is, but he must be a man."
No matter how bad the photography skills of girls are, they still won’t be able to achieve this kind of character in their photos.
At least, the 'Demon Sword' doesn't have a large section on top of its head, while 'Perfect Bald Head' and 'Young Master' only have their heads on the screen.
Then his center point is the waist of the magic sword... This makes 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 'Demon Sword' reflected an even weirder light under the green light.
And this notoriously unlucky guy from Black Rose was also one of the triggers for the series of screams that broke out from 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 steel mountain.
Stainless steel speaker, absolutely loud.
In addition, both ‘Perfect Bald Head’ and ‘Young Master’ are types with louder voices and fuller breaths.
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 is only a little bit, and if the 'Old Sanda King' had moved about three meters further, 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 a bit 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, Flan, did a lot, his design draft was still much richer.
It’s just that, after a long time, they themselves have probably 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 he wants 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 was looking 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 being knocked on the head and cursed by the 'perfect bald head', said, "But, tomorrow morning, the undead will appear under the magic tower anyway.
Why don’t you go talk to Joss?”
Lansander 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 built, 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 those 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 those of 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."
