The moonlight transformed by Selûne slowly dimmed... It seems that this Moon Girl is not so easy to act unscrupulously in Toril. This may be the only incarnation that can be used, and it consumes a lot of divine power.
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Hill sighed silently and walked to his study... Fortunately, he had a good attitude and never planned to do anything in Toril... Otherwise, the gods lining up to come to Aglaia would be like this.
It was enough for him to fail ten thousand times.
When the undead returned to the hidden town, Vera was still bargaining with the time and space artifact, while Hill and Fran stood in front of the half of Purvi's body, waiting for the last minute...the power of life surged.
In Purvi's body, the flowers of various colors in the small flower ponds planted by the little goblin in the body of the alien whale are blooming brilliantly...the flowers bloom and fall and set seeds again, and it seems that several springs and autumns have been reincarnated in one minute.
Looking at the thick layer of flowers on the ground, Hill felt that his demiplane might be different from what he thought... but he clearly planned to focus on water!
After all, this is the demiplane inside Purvi's body, and Hill really wants to leave this unlucky alien whale a home that he can survive even if he leaves him.
But this strong vitality... the combination of water and earth seems to have created a demiplane that is biased towards Heaven Mountain...
Standing in front of the light door of the demiplane, Hill hesitated for a long time, not daring to enter. Finally, he was pushed in by Flan who was waiting impatiently.
Just as Hill originally envisioned, the Golden Gate of Light is located in a bay in the middle of the continent, immersed in the gentle waves lapping at the beach.
There were twinkling stars and silver moonlight in the sky, and the breeze was blowing against Hill's face. Compared to the chilly spring breeze in the outside world, it already felt like a tipsy early summer in the demiplane.
Hill took a few steps and felt the ocean he created... Although there is no seawater like holy water in Paradise Mountain, it can be regarded as a diluted version of holy water... Moreover, Hill also placed a water in the center of the continent.
Waterfall Mountain refined with the relics of Aglaia.
If an undead creature dared to step into this demiplane, it would probably be directly weakened by more than half of its strength.
As for the continent, most of the mountains and hills are already covered with green... The countless seeds that Hill finally sprinkled into the demiplane have now turned into towering trees, flowers and green grass.
Only the plains in the center of the continent have not grown any plants yet... Hill plans to plant some crops here.
"It is indeed the demiplane you built!" Fran sighed behind him. "It has no lethality at all. Ah, no, the evil camp will probably be completely suppressed when entering here... But apart from being attacked,
Would you invite someone from the evil camp to enter your demiplane?"
Hill showed a wry smile: "Maybe, Lady of the Night?"
"I thought William was the one who had the best relationship with her?" It's not like Frank didn't care about anything during this period... He never stopped in Hill's outdoor garden!
Fortunately, the kid Hill was more careful and asked Liszt to tell him a lot of things. Otherwise, how could Frank let himself stay in the laboratory and hide!
But he also knew very well that without Hill's affinity, staying in that garden would only bring trouble to Hill... and no one with any sense would do anything about it when Shar and Selûne were talking.
Stay nearby!
It's a miracle that Hill can do it.
Fran looked at the busy land in front of him, and was speechless for a moment... He was surrounded by warm vitality. If he stayed in this demiplane, his lifespan would be greatly enhanced... He was neutral.
Of the camp!
That he feels this way only shows that Hill has never thought of only welcoming the existence of the good camp in his heart.
In fact, he has always been very clear in his heart that there is only one reason why Hill can have a good relationship with powerful gods like Toril... In their hearts, Hill is harmless.
But Hill is obviously harmless on the surface! It’s not like no one has seen his ferocity.
A mage who can turn the auxiliary water magic into a murderous weapon, a strong man who can tear apart a giant dragon without hesitation, a person who really thinks he is completely harmless, no one will probably collect his body after he dies...
That's ridiculous.
But Hill was able to build a demiplane that was like Heaven Mountain... No, it was much more comfortable than Heaven Mountain. At least he couldn't enter that ghost place.
Fran thought helplessly, obviously his grandson wouldn't play that boring trick of showing weakness to the enemy, but Hill's innate law always dressed him up from a giant bear to a rabbit. I really don't know how the earth law can be so boring.
preference... Fran knew very well that water and wind were only secondary laws to Hill.
The only thing that can truly control Hill's destiny is the earth.
So he might as well find a way to create some powerful and destructive large-scale magic equipment for Hill!
Otherwise, people will always regard him as a harmless rabbit. Sooner or later, Hill will change from a furry bear of the earth to a furious bear.
It's all the fault of Hill's ancestors who like to pretend to be fools... Yes, that guy named Hewelson!
If he hadn't pretended to be a bear until he believed it, how could Hill have inherited such a useless talent law?
Hill didn't know that his grandfather was slandering his ancestors, so he just crossed his arms and thought: "Grandpa, I'll treat this place like a vacation villa... The laws of this demiplane are a bit too biased towards vitality.
I must pay attention next time and use less high-level materials that increase vitality when refining the demiplane.
Here, it would be difficult for me to even bring the enemy in to fight... Even if my enemy is from the evil camp, I might not be willing to bring him in to destroy such a beautiful world."
Hill still knows himself very well...the words 'maybe' are just to give him a boost, and he will definitely not be able to do it.
Fran released a 10-meter-high magic ballista from his space ring: "Just use this, there is no need to consume the power of the law of the demiplane."
Hill looked up at the powerful weapon in front of him that exuded terrible pressure... How many dragons had his grandfather killed in Abor?
What are the other biological materials? In his opinion, these materials are stronger than those on the dragon... Could it be that they are the original ones?
Hill turned around hesitantly and asked: "Grandpa, have you encountered the battlefield between the ancient dragon and the original one?"
"When I first entered Abel, I entered by mistake." Fran said expressionlessly, "The only space fluctuations that can catch an archmage off guard are these battlefields.
Both sides are so powerful that even hundreds of thousands of years after death, the space vortex created will be irresistible.
The reason why I was chased by the Abel dragon was because they found out that I came out near the battlefield."
He showed a cold smile: "Unfortunately, their abilities are not as good as those of our ancestors... Kill a dozen of them, and these giant dragons will retreat."
Hill suddenly realized, no wonder the black dragon and even the female dragon were sent out... The remains left behind by the original one after his death can at least make a sub-artifact.
Although Abel seems closed, the powerful archmages of Toril are not completely inaccessible to that world. Many archmages will secretly go to that world to dig for treasures.
When the originals and the ancient dragons fought for the control of Abel, many people died on both sides... But these ancient battlefields almost all exist in independent spaces, and even the dragons who have now become the lords of Abel are not there.
So easy to find.
The excavation of each battlefield can make a dragon family instantly rich... so these dragons' daily life is to search for ruins everywhere.
Those outside archmages will be closely watched, but Flan entered accidentally and did not go through Abel's only star gate to the outside world.
Hill walked around the huge ballista several times, turned to Flan for confirmation and asked: "Grandpa, is this a sub-artifact-level ballista? Or is it a finished product that can be copied?"
Fran nodded reservedly: "This is yours, see how much you can learn... Even if you don't use biological materials, you can try to see if you can use metal to imitate similar materials.
Don’t waste the capital the earth has given you.”
Trasil's semi-artifact is nothing if given to Toril... As for the Ten Thousand Magic Balls in his hand, they were an accidental gain of hard work and opportunity. Even if he accumulates the same materials again, they are still magical.
Lan did it himself, and he wasn't sure he could make a second one exactly the same.
But for an alchemist master, alchemy items that cannot be copied are not considered true success... they can only prove his upper limit, not his lower limit.
However, as long as there are enough materials for the magic ballista, the flanges can be made in countless quantities... and that's it.
He doesn't care about equipment that can no longer be manufactured due to lack of materials, as long as he guarantees that he can do it again.
Hill pulled the long hair on his chest: Is his grandfather already so strong?
He could feel that these materials were just leftovers from the two powerful creatures, not the ones with the strongest energy... The meanings of sub-artifacts made with dragon hearts and those made with dragon nails were completely different!
Hill rubbed his hands. Within four years, Toril should have nothing special that he wanted to know about...ah, no...it's not a big deal.
He made up his mind to research the most suitable metal materials in the shortest possible time to replicate a similar magic ballista... He could see the hint that Flan only gave him one at a glance.
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His grandfather started to leave homework again... This time it changed from class homework to graduation thesis, and Hill had to put in more energy.
He silently took out all the puppets in the pendant, summoned Liszt, and handed him the drawings of the vacation castle he had thought of.
I don’t want him to have to worry about the rest of the matter.
Hill's current task...is endless experiments!
This chapter has been completed!