Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The devil did move. And they 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 an idiot, you will only end up in misery."

Hill understood very well why Fran said that. 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 this kind of player-versus-gangs, where they cannot seek mercy from the priest and can only die on their own.

But when looking at the players as a whole, priests are the first choice profession for many girls. Especially in this game where mages need to spend a lot of mental energy to calculate, the number of priests will only be higher.

If we use the war on the Black and White Road to calculate the number of priests among players, it is no wonder that these demons are 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 priest 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 flying snow, 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 who wanted to turn around and leave frantically were 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 kind of support does the devil have before it dares to attack Salar?"

A rumble sounded in the distance. Hill keenly felt the vibration from the south coming from the land.

"The factory exploded!" The shouts of the undead below told 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 he? 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's 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 bring them in?" Hill was very 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 had been following him, 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's break time now, and most of the workers are eating in the canteen. "

Hill nodded, thanked Xueyunfeng, and sat down holding the table.

Compared to the death of all tens of thousands of workers, this ending may have been better, but Hill knew very well that if William had not tempted the devil to take action in time, these people would not 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 gotten 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 confused. "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. "

The followers of this god are mostly blacksmiths and craftsmen, and they are few in number. Hill really didn't understand how he could be so powerful and could 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 dealings 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 the live broadcasts of the two camps respectively.

Charles' camp was in a mess, the tents were rickety, and Charles, 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, mostly loli, were flying overhead, pointing at the corpses below.

Some have horns on their heads, some have hooves on their feet, and some have tails.

Xueyunfeng seemed to have said something, and the live broadcaster began 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 from the aristocratic church. He refuses to see them at all and even scolds them. Not even as good as Helen, just a P.

Then they attacked several nobles around Charles. Somehow, they were brought to Charles' tent.

As soon as there was an explosion, he immediately transformed and moved his hands, trying to capture Charles.

We've been locking them in! As soon as the name turns red, he immediately flies down and takes action.

It’s very strange, how did they 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 celestial knight? Who can blame me if I don’t fly? "

This girl, during the narration, was very close to Charles.

Charles was already furious, 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's skirt."

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' men entered the tent and came out quickly, then went back in holding a piece of white cloth.

Charles had been standing quietly in the tent, and it seemed that this man was really dead.

A lady came running 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, the child and I have lost 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 everything in the box and didn't take it with him, otherwise he would have to take it 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 unfortunately someone died, 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 of Krall, 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, he has a special status, 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 taken off, and her breasts were half exposed.

Those half-succubus mages were all extremely dead. Their bodies were surrounded by ice spears and ice arrows, and their bodies were completely bruised.

The undead female mages actually didn't care about Lumsden, 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, whose upper body was naked with 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." 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 around 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 though he was separated from 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 naturally 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 demon-related things?"

"Okay." Fran nodded, "I have to stay for a while to check 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 territorial control core in Fran's place has never been 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.

As the woman screamed, Lumsden quickly flew into the sky to catch his mother.

She covered her face with her hands, and black blood slowly seeped out.

Ramsden, 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, black and hideous. 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 sure that it would be difficult to remove the scar.

"This is the harm caused by male lust!" The words coming from below made Hill couldn't help but nod along.