Chapter 362: The existence that will inevitably lead to the study of the magic net
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 The world was originally made up of most lies, some self-centeredness, and very little honesty.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 they have nothing to do, they won't be able to hold on for long, right?
Moreover, there are fewer and fewer devils running out for them to kill, and they are probably all hiding in high places waiting for their master to return successfully!"
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 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 will
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 was useless.
Six hours of pouring rain can cause 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.
As for the gap above the capital of the Magic Kingdom, Hill spent almost all 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's all the devil's stuff, and he absolutely can't bear to do it while being purified by the elemental sea water. But if it takes too long, he will definitely choose to 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 ordered 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 was full of doubts as he looked at William.
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 effective. It was almost completely purifying the city. The devil's hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation were all gone. They would no longer struggle and probably just wanted to withdraw.
The devil is different from the devil, there is no such madness as fighting to the death."
Hill understood the implication of William's words. The reason why Gerns' 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 the world is mostly 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. The purified Demonic Network Center is of little use to him anymore.
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 to compete and build a wall than 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 for him 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. It was completely different from what the Silver Moon goddess pretended to be in Trasil.
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 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 grotesque devils 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 the devils who were hiding in the city were all found by the devil king. He unceremoniously drove out those 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 people appeared in front of Mephistopheles.
Two knights, a bard and a priest and a longbowman.
Three humans and 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, but there are not many who are as brainless as him."
The bard's song sounded passionately, and his song was full of 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 though the priest was constantly blessing magic to purify and treat the knights, the elf long archer was obviously using an artifact, 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 through it.
As the undead sold more and more books to him, he no longer read these chivalric 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, and 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 has been circulating since 30,000 years ago. The image of the bard in it has never changed.
It all looks like him."
William became quiet. 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? Are people sent out to observe the enemy's situation now?"
Hill looked at William in surprise. Is this a believer of the goddess of magic? Her believer 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 is full of divine flavor, which is why the two demigod-level knights were able to block Mephistopheles.
Mephistopheles will be able to discover it soon, that is divine power."
Hill thought quietly, it seems that the goddess of magic is really the third one!