Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Probably this little tune is really poisonous.

The undead didn't even stop, they sang songs and rushed towards the wall of the magic country.

I don’t know who changed the words again: "Brother, if you dare to fight back~be careful of your skin~brother, please jump downstairs~be careful of your hooves~"

With happy steps and a rhythm of beating and beating, the undead rushed towards the city wall without fear of death.

The densely packed mages flying up made the people in the magic country completely despair.

They had never thought about asking the people of the Magic Kingdom to surrender. They still needed the experience pack anyway, and it would be heartbreaking to lose one of them.

Hill saw that William was already on his throne, crossing his legs and playing time.

Spencer looked at him helplessly, then turned to Hill and squeezed out a smile: "His Majesty the King has always treated you as one of his own, Hill should be more comfortable!"

Hill could only smile and nod: "I know." He focused his attention on the giant screen, not wanting to look at His Majesty the King behind him who was playing the rhythm of a minor tune.

Hill felt that William's only endurance was that he had not yet sang along to the undead in front of a hall full of people.

If it were just him and Spencer, he'd be singing along!

The undead conquered the city very quickly. The well-informed high-ranking nobles had already fled, leaving only the ignorant civilians, abandoned soldiers and low-level officers.

Facing the attack of the undead, there was not even a single effective defense on the city wall.

"Did they already know that the big demon was guarding outside?" Spencer, who was sitting next to Hill, quickly understood.

After all, he is a military general from a noble family, and he can analyze the situation on the other side after just a short look.

He looked at Hill and asked in confusion: "Didn't you say that the devil is better than the devil? Why is it still like this?"

"Devils are very selfish creatures, and so are their subordinates." Hill frowned, "Their so-called lawfulness must also be premised on not affecting their own interests.

Evil is evil.

Demons may do things that harm others and do not benefit themselves. They are just happy for a moment, or suddenly think of it, and normal people have no idea why they do what they do.

Although the devils are very cunning and cover up their existence layer by layer, they will kill people and set fires for their own benefit.

There is nothing good or bad between them, they are all evil.

They are all massacring the city. If they think they can communicate because the devil will spare a few humans who have a good relationship with them, such people are either hopelessly stupid or extremely selfish.

If anyone tells you that the devil is easier to deal with than the devil, they must be trying to trick you. "

Spencer thought blankly for a while: "But the former president of the Mage Association said that if you are on the verge of death, you can ask the devil for help, as long as you complete its exchange conditions.

It's better than losing your life. "

Hill sneered: "De La Cruz, it's true that he has dealt with the devil, and his style of doing things is abnormal. Don't listen to him, there will always be a result between him and the devil.

If he is serious about telling you that the devil is a slightly better being, then sooner or later he will lose his soul.

If the devil wants a soul and it takes hundreds of thousands of years, that's normal. "

"He is one of the most powerful mages in our world..." Spencer glanced at Hill and reluctantly added one, probably because he was afraid that Hill would think he didn't respect Frank, "Will he also lose? ?Can you remind him?"

"Maybe he can live with determination." Hill said indifferently, "But the devil will definitely haunt him until he dies. As long as he doesn't put his soul on the gambling table, there will be no problem.

You don't have to worry about him, no one else can remind him.

For a man like Delacruz, other people's words are useless. He only believes in himself.

Don't imitate him.

Devils are creatures that are very good at flattery. Even the most flattering nobles you have ever seen in Salar can't speak as sweetly as a low-level devil.

If Delacruz dared to do this, it was because he understood the devil's words and was absolutely careful.

As for you, just remember not to give the devil any lip service and never sign your name to anything the devil gives you. "

Spencer was a little dumbfounded, but still nodded and said that he would never do anything wrong.

Hill threw out several books of knights to him: "The contents of these knights are actually very similar, and they are no different from the fools in our world who dream that all beautiful women will fall in love with them.

However, the tavern ditties in these books are very interesting. You can take a look at them. They are all devil's deals.

People in this world are not stupid, they just don’t have a voice.

These so-called wine girl ditties are what the author really wants to say. "

Spencer took the book and started reading.

William on the throne waved his hand, and a book flew directly into his hand.

"When did Delacruz talk to you about this topic, why didn't I know." William's expression was a little cold, and his voice became deeper.

"When I decided to follow His Majesty the King here, many people came to see me off and gave me many gifts. Mr. de la Cruz also gave me some high-end potions and self-defense armor.

I could feel that he really said that for my sake, so I felt strange when I saw this scene.

What I don't understand is why the legendary mage thinks that the devil can still be dealt with. Spencer looked at the book without raising his head, "But no matter what he says, of course I will ask His Majesty the King before making a decision."

And I didn't believe him either.

I just asked Mr. Hill because he had just studied the devil and might know something about it. "

William's expression relaxed. If Delacruz reached out to someone he trusted, William would probably directly notify the God of Time and Space to kill the legendary mage.

As for the result of Delacruz being tempted by the devil, whether the legendary mage would offer his soul to a devil in the end, William, like Hill, didn't care much.

Hill glanced at William, and both of them knew in their hearts how stubborn Spencer was.

Of course he would not ask the devil for himself, but if one day William was in danger, Spencer would never mind selling his soul.

And Delacruz would say this to Spencer, it must be the devil who expressed his covetousness for the soul of this loyal knight.

William looked at the gentle smile with a hint of coldness.

If Delacruz falls into William's hands in the future, it will be difficult for him to leave alive.

Hill looked at the undead people on the giant screen who had rushed to the center of the city with overwhelming force, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The path of that legendary mage is really getting narrower and narrower.

The undead formed a formation in the central square of the city and slammed it into the ground of the square.

Then some mages who had learned alchemy took the alchemy pen and followed the order marked on the tablet to completely complete the semi-finished formation.

Hill couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The numerical cursor arranged according to 1, 2, 3, 4 shocked Hill, who was an alchemist, deeply.

Although there are not many of these fool-like alchemy diagrams, every one of them makes an alchemist like Hill who has worked hard to practice want to curse at the sky.

But Hill can't scold him. The alchemy formation that can be combined with formation plates was researched by Frank and sold to William.

If William goes to mine three or four times because he buys things from Hill, then Fran may ask him to go there once a month.

It took the undead half an hour to finally get this formation into shape.

Even though they have all learned alchemy, their pens are still messy, and they may make mistakes when drawing with a digital cursor.

Otherwise, the mission should be over in five minutes.

Fortunately, this kind of formation has a high error tolerance rate, and the undead who carved the formation have practiced it many times, and finally succeeded.

The golden light gradually spread to the whole city, and the undead cheered.

They began the work of cleaning up the city.

The people in that city already had haloes of different colors hanging on their bodies.

The dark red ones will be killed on the spot, while the light red ones will be disarmed and taken to the square to be locked up.

A dilapidated alchemy hut was released to hold the prisoners.

Hill couldn't help but laugh. That was the room where slaves were housed in Central City in the past, and his oil painting clone should still be hanging in it.

Sure enough, another house was quickly released, and the citizens of the neutral camp surrounded by yellow halo were sent in, but they were allowed to live together as a family and could bring their own property with them.

The undead do things very neatly. No matter how these citizens cry out or complain that they cannot clean up everything in their homes in such a short period of time, not a single undead is moved.

They simply took matters into their own hands and helped the poor citizen move, making sure to bring him even a pair of chopsticks.

After several families were rushed into the house by thousands of undead, and even the private money hidden in the corner of the roof by the male owner was found and sent away, not many people dared to delay time.

Hill watched with great interest. The undead seemed to have learned a lot of experience from the people in Central City. All the people who attacked were swordsmen. Their attitude was very arrogant and they did not talk to these citizens at all.

After sweeping the entire city, the undead simply began to demolish the houses.

Hill could tell at a glance that that was where the so-called black market was.

In a country ruled by the devil, there is still a black market, and the halo on the body of those who are caught has turned red and turned black.

As long as these people emerge from the ground, they will be instantly shot in the head by the undead surrounded by heaven and earth.

The undead have already blocked all exits.

Unless there is no one around, the aperture will be marked no matter how deep the ground is, and the undead don't need to find where they are.

From the start of the fight to the digging of 100 meters of ground, the war only took a few hours.