Hill didn't think Styx, who had a brief exchange with him, would care about the undead.
For that person, these souls that do not belong to him at all, no matter how they are fabricated, have nothing to do with him... Anyway, the undead will definitely not steal his souls in large quantities.
Styx doesn't even care if the gods steal the souls of believers from him, so you can know what the limit of his "large number" is.
Just like this world, no souls have entered the River Styx for tens of thousands of years, and the tributaries are almost drying up. The old man only slowly reacted.
Moreover, his resistance was particularly weak. It was obvious that he just stretched out his paws to drive away, and if he couldn't drive away, he would be knocked down.
Being able to shake the River Styx, the reason why he chose to focus on the undead urgently... was because of Lansendre, right?
The fact that the endless traffic jams in the endless River Styx in Toril would drive you crazy must have impressed the old man a lot.
AO restarting the world will not cause this kind of trouble... That guy will stuff most of the souls into his Abel in another dimension for temporary storage, and then wait until the world is almost restored before putting them into Toril.
Lansendre's incident was the real accident. The key is that he really planned to take back all of his divine kingdom... The underworld jokes related to that period were basically that there was a lonely elf beauty in a certain section of the Styx River.
, holding on to the shore and looking forward to it.
No matter how you communicate with her, she will only say one sentence in her heart: "Why hasn't dawn come yet?"
It doesn't matter if you keep telling her that there is no dawn in the River Styx.
Wait until 100 years later, when you plan to go to death and let your soul power return to the River Styx, and until the remaining aura is thrown into the world again, you will know that... the dawn will really fall on the River Styx.
The big peacock, who was diligently looking for believers, suddenly appeared in the dark and lightless world... followed by the unlucky god of death from an unknown world, shouting loudly: "Lord of the Dawn! You have crossed the line!"
Don’t use the purifying light in the River Styx! What are you doing!”
Then the beautiful elf lady, her gray soul shining in the rosy morning light: "I knew the dawn would definitely come!"
Finally, there is a happy ending: he goes his own way in life, and the other person returns to the Kingdom of God. Maybe one day when this person respectfully greets the Lord of the Dawn, he will say hello to him smoothly: "Ah~
We have chatted before."
Hill still remembers the shock of seeing this story for the first time, and...then turning a blind eye to different styles of stories in the same series.
You know, gods can respond to the words written on them.
Therefore, stories can be exaggerated, but they cannot lie.
Even if these guys may not have chatted with a certain soul, they would still be reluctant to give up their soul power after hundreds or thousands of years... Most souls wait until their soul power is insufficient and only have a little aura left.
I would choose another life.
After all, without the protection of the divine Godhead, the aura will never be himself.
Reincarnation in a fantasy world is very complete, and it is impossible to suddenly remember any past life...unless he is not a human in the first place.
But among all the stories, the most basic context must be a true portrayal...the lost elf soul, and Lansander who has worked tirelessly for hundreds of thousands of years to find it.
Also, those unlucky gods of death who were rushed into the gate of their own underworld by the light of dawn.
After encountering such a big thing, which god of death wouldn't complain a few words when communicating with Styx?
Even Jergal, who likes to hide himself the most, once publicly criticized the Lord of the Dawn for being too slow and too confused.
Even though everyone knew that he was suddenly stabbed in the back by a certain god, and they were a little confused for a moment...but who was responsible for it?
From the beginning, no one thought Lansendre could succeed, except himself.
Hill sincerely suspected that what Styx was guarding against was Lansander, who had undead people to dispatch.
Although the number of elves back then was much greater than the number of undead... everyone knew that the lethality was definitely not on the same level.
And these guys don't have souls themselves, it doesn't mean that they can't send off the souls of others to the River Styx again... It's okay to block the traffic. If they do it again, it takes a thousand years to find it again, and the River Styx doesn't want to hear so many crying scenes!
Moreover, what can a door do?
Please follow me to avoid getting lost?
Hill, who finally figured this out, glanced at the arrogant Lansander, and suddenly felt relieved... When this guy got together with the undead, he could scare Styx even more than when he dealt with Asmodeus.
Still nervous.
Then everyone can understand that when he clearly knew that the undead were going to torment him, he acted seriously and was overly prepared, right?
As for the undead, who have to be careful even with a peerless strongman like Styx... Him Hill falls into their hands again, so it's not a big shame.
Hill, who was suddenly convinced, looked at the metal door that began to open slowly with a relaxed look.
"Valley, it's a valley! Don't push, people will die!"
"Da NM da~ Hurry up and get out!!"
"Hurry up in the front, slow down in the back! I'm going to die before I even get in!"
"Can the one at the back stop pushing me? I'm such a big boy!"
"Can you not be slutty about the one in front of you? I'm not!"
Hill took a deep breath...ah, it was such a familiar smell.
Shar, who was sitting next to him, suddenly moved the sofa and sat under the arbor set up by Windmill Jasmine at the back, hiding behind the clusters of beautiful white flowers.
The strange curses from the undead probably reminded her of some not-so-good memories.
But Lansendre stamped his feet excitedly... He was obviously very happy to hear it, and his heart was shining brightly.
For him, the future is indeed bright.
No matter what mood the three people on the top of the magic tower are in, they are actually fine... Not only are they mentally prepared, but they also have a realistic distance.
But standing at the foot of the mountain, waiting to welcome these visitors from another world, José, Russell and Carpenter were shocked by the messy and terrifying conversations that came to their ears.
"Liszt, have you reminded the three of them..." Hill asked softly.
"I must have said that, and I also warned them that words cannot describe one percent of the undead." Liszt appeared calmly, "However, it seems that I said it a bit lightly.
The undead seem to have evolved!"
Hmm... It should be the result of being overly familiar.
After all, no matter how fun the game is, it has a target customer base, and once certain forces form an absolute advantage, there will be fewer capable latecomers... Although they may not be able to handle it, why do they have to play it from the beginning?
What about hell difficulty?
There must still be newcomers. After all, such a viable game is probably rare even in the world of the undead... There is no doubt that many people can guess that there is something wrong with this game. The will of the world in a world without demons is definitely strong enough.
If William and the God of Time and Space can enter, they will naturally have enough confidence to hide all inappropriate things under the water.
Of course, Hill didn't know if there were a few people who were too close to the gods and had some sense of it, but... most of them definitely had no feelings.
Therefore, every game has its ups and downs, just because the undead have a long lifespan, and there are indeed a lot of people who are willing to use this game as their retirement game.
Even with double speed time, these tens of millions... especially these tens of millions who can always get enough merit points, they are all in the same game and have been together for many years.
The girls Cunlu and Nangfeng should have started school.
Even those who are enemies are probably more familiar with each other than their next-door neighbors.
Once it reaches this level...the content of the conversation will inevitably become richer and richer.
Hill took a gentle breath.
He had obviously convinced himself before, but once he found out that the undead's combat power had indeed become superior, it seemed that he was a little restless again!
How did he...
By the way, the reason why he was so frightened was because of a few words from Shar... Otherwise, he would have known that he might listen to the "Song of the Lost Bear" again, and he would have been prepared to take revenge.
, why shouldn’t Hill be in his current state?
Did he offend Shar during this time?
Hill was a little confused, but couldn't recall... A reward of this level must have been because he accidentally said something wrong, or responded to someone he shouldn't have responded to.
But he seems to have never communicated with Selune much!
Hill couldn't figure it out, so Hill decided to slowly come back later...but he was still very confident that he definitely didn't make a mistake.
It must have been a sudden outburst of Shar's pettiness.
It is even possible that William said something that he shouldn't have said, which implicated him.
"Hey, the young master has come in." Lansander raised a paw with a smile and pointed at the team that suddenly shrunk a bit.
Hill suddenly realized that...the undead should be using their elemental bodies in Trasil.
They all looked like humans, so the short and stocky boy and girl appeared again.
Of course, other teams also have shota and lolita players, but only the young master and his team have all the dwarfs.
Moreover, they were still wearing the same little leather jackets that they had used in the group fight.
Although he was all black, he still stood out when tens of thousands of people were standing in a crowd.
Especially the ones standing next to them seemed to be the tall and powerful Zhanyu family.
'Xueyunfeng' must have made special arrangements, so the first ones to walk in were their demon sect, followed by several small families, and sandwiched between them were Zhanyu and Wenjian, the two most likely to get into trouble.
After the Sword, it seems that Nighthawk also likes to play the Knights... Black Rose, whom Hill is more familiar with, is probably the last one.
It seems that although the power is still so strong, the Aotian Alliance is not without opponents, otherwise they would not be so cautious.