Chapter 42: Behind the scenes and the beauty and calamity
The devil did move. And it moved very crazily, rushing towards the city wall almost at the same time.
"It seems that what high-level demons are afraid of is the skill of Time and Space Warlock." Fran sighed, "Sure enough, if you cooperate with idiots, you will end up in disastrous results."
Hill understood very well why Fran said this. After all, the largest number of undead members of the legal system are actually priests!
Only in the so-called PVP gangs like Black and White Road, the number of priests seems to be similar to that of mages.
They themselves have adapted to the gameplay of this kind of player-versus-gangs where they cannot seek mercy from the priests and have no choice but to die on their own.
But when zooming in on the entire player base, priests are originally the first choice profession for many girls. Especially in a game where mages spend a lot of effort in calculations, the number of priests will only increase.
If we use the war on the Black and White Road to calculate the total number of priests among players, it is no wonder that these demons would be stupid enough to rush forward and face almost six rows of priests.
The priests moved up quickly. Hill admired the people who built the wall. Is this a stage lift?
There is no need for the pastor to find a place to stand, he just needs to wait below.
The mage and the priest stood in rows across each other. In the snow that filled the sky, the holy rain shimmering with golden light fell on each demon.
The demon's wails and screams did not waver the players in any way.
The demons frantically wanted to turn around and leave, but their movement speed was restricted by the blizzard. They were all bruised and rolling, and only then did most of the high-level demons leave the range of these two spells.
"More than 1 million high-level priests! This is only part of it." Fran dropped the pen in his hand, "What support does the devil have to dare to attack Salar?"
The sound of rumbling sounded in the distance. Hill keenly felt the vibration coming from the land and coming from the south.
"The factory exploded!" The undead shouted below, telling the two confused people that there was someone inside and outside.
Fran suddenly became angry and stood up suddenly.
Although the alchemy factory in the capital of Keslot was customized by William, it was also the hard work of Fran. He was obsessed with those long assembly lines. If he didn't really need them, he might even build them in his magic tower.
one.
"Who is it? Which factory?" Hill quickly opened the window and shouted down, "Have you caught him?"
"They all exploded!" Xueyunfeng replied, "The former slave of the Salar royal family did it! He has been caught."
"Where is the messenger?" Fran asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"Hmm~Church of God of Artisans!" Xueyunfeng's face was strange, "How could it be them?"
Fran was filled with anger and was completely blown away by this thunder. How could a god of casting and craftsman appear?
That makes it understandable why there are so many alchemy bombs.
"Who helped them bring them in?" Hill was confused. This could blow up the entire Kerslot. William is not a fool. Freeing the slaves does not mean that these slaves will wholeheartedly appreciate him and love him. Why?
Could it be that easy for them to bring explosives in?
"Let me see." Xueyunfeng scratched his hair, "The person who manages the factory is William's former mage!"
"No." Yu Luofanchen breathed out, "It was sent to William by the previous king, just like the royal doctor we talked about over there, specifically to make alchemy potions for him. But even though he has been with William for many years,
But he kept squatting in the magic tower and didn't even follow him when he went to the territory.
William didn't seem to take the medicine he made, but after all, he was following him all the time, so he still gave him a job and a reputation.
The deputies are doing everything."
"It's hidden deep enough!" Xueyunfeng sighed, raised his head and said to Hill, "It's okay, there's something wrong with that guy. There are many places in the palace that are inaccessible."
Does this mean that he has always had a yellow reputation in your eyes?
"How are the others?" Hill asked depressedly.
"who?"
“How are the other workers in the factory doing?”
Xueyunfeng glanced at Hill in surprise, then lowered his head and typed on his tablet.
"Only a few dozen people are unlucky." He raised his head and said, "Skilled workers are hard to train. Just because those people blew up the factory doesn't mean they don't want workers.
It happens to be break time now, and most of the workers are eating in the canteen."
Hill nodded, thanked Xueyunfeng, and sat down holding the table.
Compared with tens of thousands of workers dying, this ending may have been better, but Hill knew very well that if William hadn't tempted the devil to take action in time, these people wouldn't have cared about more people dying.
Fran gently touched Hill's head: "Don't take it too seriously, it may be too cruel, but to those people, other people's lives will always be worthless waste."
Fran raised his head and looked at the giant screen outside: "His Majesty the King suddenly asked the hidden time and space warlock to take action. He must have received some news.
Cassel wasn't worth dealing with personally.
Maybe he didn't know what the danger was, but he would rather have all his factories bombed and choose to save people's lives.
No wonder you have always respected His Majesty the King, he may be the only king in the world who chooses to sacrifice his property."
"Hasn't he already become a god?" Hill was very puzzled. "That's where the divine realm is! And there's also the God of Time and Space! What kind of power can obscure the sight of such a powerful god.
"
"The God of Forging and Craftsmanship." Fran chanted slowly, "A god who rose at about the same time as the God of Nobles. It is said that he was instructed by the Dwarf God of Forging.
That is one of the three main gods of the dwarves."
Most of the believers of this god are blacksmiths and craftsmen, and their number is sparse. Hill really doesn’t understand how he has such a powerful power and can even block the God of Time and Space!
He glanced at Fran: "Are those evil potion formulas that appear out of nowhere related to this person? So some potion-type alchemists also believe in him?"
Fran shook his head slowly: "I really have never had any experience with this church."
"Cut to our live broadcast room. Old Cat!" Xueyunfeng suddenly shouted, "Two! Edward from the Black Rose and Charles from the Demon Cult!"
The screen moved very quickly, and the giant screen was split into two, showing live broadcasts from the two camps.
Charles' camp was in a mess, the tents were rickety, and Charles, who was wearing armor, was shouting angrily.
In front of him were seven or eight female mage bodies riddled with holes stabbed by ice spears.
Thousands of undead female mages were flying overhead, most of them were Lolita, and they were pointing at the corpses below.
Some have horns on their heads, hooves on their feet, or tails.
Xueyunfeng seemed to have said something, and the person broadcasting the live broadcast started to speak.
"Ah! During the time we were here, we just saw these women taking turns to seduce Charles." The sweet little girl's voice sounded, "But Charles seems to be very tired of the people in the aristocratic church. He refuses to see them at all and even scolds them.
Not even comparable to Helen, just a P.
Then they attacked several nobles around Charles, and for some reason, they were brought to Charles' tent.
Just as there was an explosion, he immediately transformed and moved his hands, trying to capture Charles.
We have been targeting them! As soon as their names turn red, they immediately fly down and take action.
It's very strange, how did they directly change from green names to red names?
Kill them all anyway.
The winged one over there suddenly rushed out from the small tent next to him and almost grabbed Charles and flew away.
The sisters were a bit cruel and Charles fell from the air. Really, why are you so angry! Isn't he a knight in the sky? Who can blame me if I don't fly!"
This girl, during the narration, was very close to Charles.
Charles was already extremely angry, and now he was almost ready to let everyone see what it meant to be furious.
"I told you! That woman can paralyze people! She is almost legendary! Her claws are poisonous!"
"Then why don't you go and see the subordinates living in that tent?" The commentator smiled and said in the sweetest tone, "Maybe he really died under the roses and became a devil."
Charles gritted his teeth and rushed directly into the tent with a final wave of his hand.
"Charles, apart from being a bit stupid, is really not a bad person." The commentator laughed, "Then I won't follow him in to save some face for them."
Several of Charles's men entered the tent and came out quickly, then went back in with a piece of white cloth.
Charles had been standing quietly in the tent, looking like he was really dead.
A noble lady ran from the back of the camp, her skirt was messy and she was panting.
"Sorry, I didn't control him." Charles' voice came out.
"What does it have to do with His Highness?" the woman said through gritted teeth, "He was the only one who was fooled! Such a stupid death has made me and my child lose all face!"
"He is full of poison and can only be burned." Charles said as calmly as possible, "Look at what else needs to be taken away from here."
"The armor and the seal ring." The woman could hardly suppress her anger. "Fortunately, he put all the things in the box and didn't take them with him, otherwise he would have to take them with him to meet his ancestors!"
"You can take it away." Charles said, "I will say that he died fighting the devil. Although it can't cover up anything, at least it will make him look better."
"Thank you, Your Highness." The woman walked outside the tent, curtsied and said goodbye.
Charles was busy here, and although he was unlucky enough to kill someone, it didn't cause any bigger disaster.
Hill heard Fran's low laughter.
"Grandpa?"
"That's a member of the Krall family." Frank said happily, "The younger brother of the former Duke Krall, and Charles's companion since childhood. Although he was only a high knight, he was the reason why the Krall family and Charles had such a close relationship.
.
Because of this, his status is quite special, and he handles all family affairs.
He was the one who brought the magician beside Charles to warn me."
Although the Krall family came to apologize after Frank became a wizard, who could let go of such humiliation so easily?
If they hadn't accompanied Charles in exile abroad, Frank would never have let go of the Krall family so easily.
After hearing this, Hill ignored Charles and looked directly at Edward's son Lumsden.
After all, there is a lot of fun here.
Lumsden's mother, Sarna, was tightly held by the male mage who was flapping his wings and flying in the air. Her clothes were half-undressed and her breasts were half-exposed.
Those half-succubus wizards were all extremely dead. Their bodies were surrounded by ice spears and ice arrows, and their bodies were completely covered with skin.
The undead female mages actually didn't care about Ramsden, who was standing there crying and telling them not to do anything.
They worked very hard to take pictures.
Although she is only a half-succubus, she is a man!
The demon, with his upper body naked and only a pair of black tights underneath, flapped his wings nervously and looked back and forth at the undead surrounding him.
"It's a pity that it doesn't have hooves, and it doesn't have a tail yet." The female mage watching here also sighed, "Fortunately, the horns and bat wings are still there."
"The two stripes on the face are quite cute, but unfortunately, although the face is full of evil, it is not refined enough."
Even though he had long been accustomed to the nonsense of the undead, Fran still looked at him in surprise because of this nonsensical conversation.
Hill smiled sullenly: "They can't feel the viciousness emanating from them, so they only look at the face!"
Even through the screen, Hill didn't dare to look at the devil's face. If it lasted for a long time, he would feel nauseous.
But this is because of his status as a natural warlock, who is inherently hostile to the devil.
Many people, if their souls are not strong enough, will easily slip into the path of evil if they see too many demons.
When Hill saw the appearance of the devil on the giant screen, he directly ordered all ordinary villagers to stay in their homes and not go out.
Hill has also heard players say that except for his own appointment of an undead deputy mayor and the activation of many functions, it is impossible for other cities and towns to see this kind of live broadcast on the giant screen. They can only see William's
Some videos like King's Orders.
Hill asked Fran: "Should I seal up those things related to demons?"
"Okay." Fran nodded, "I have to stay for a while to see the situation."
He was very interested in the giant screen, but he didn't want the undead to mess around in his territory at all. The territory control core in Fran's place was not used except for its defensive function.
Hill summoned Liszt and Martha and asked them to deal with it together. After it is completely sealed, find a warehouse with the strongest isolation and store it independently.
The stalemate on Lumsden's side suddenly changed.
Two loli swordsmen suddenly rushed into the sky and cut off the half-succubus' arm.
This male succubus was killed by the female players who took enough photos without hesitation.
Following the woman's scream, Ramsden quickly flew into the sky to catch his mother.
She covered her face with her hands, and black blood slowly seeped out.
Lumsden, who was thrown a bottle of holy water into his hand by a Loli mage, called out to Sarna in great anxiety: "Get your hands away quickly, you have to wash them with holy water, or you will die!"
Sarna was in a stalemate for a few seconds, but her fear of death still took over and she slowly let go of her hand.
There were three terrible scratches on her face, which were black and ferocious. When the holy water was poured down, black smoke rose, and Sarna let out a scream.
Even though the red flesh was finally exposed, Hill was certain that it would be difficult to remove the scar.
"This is how men harm people!" The words coming from below made Hill couldn't help but nod along.