Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill was lying on the window, looking at the unwilling giant spirit Los.

The turban on his head was scattered in the wind due to the violent punches.

The winter goddess was wrapping him around.

"I'm going~" Hill yelled uncontrollably.

Liszt and Alice both looked outside, and then looked at Hill in confusion.

"Where Bellos comes from, not everyone can touch a man's turban." Hill explained slowly, and then couldn't help but laugh, "I no longer have to worry about what will happen to this Loser. No matter how crazy Talos is, he will never admit that this false god has anything to do with him.

The Frost Maidens are going crazy.

No matter who did this, he should be prepared to be hunted by the God of Storms for tens of thousands of years! "

Liszt showed an expression of sudden realization. He accepted Hill's complete knowledge and also knew a little about this aspect. For desert men, especially noble men, the only women who can help them wear turbans are mothers and wives.

He squatted in front of Alice and explained to the little white cat with a smile.

Hill couldn't help but look up at the sky outside. From the early morning, when the Winter Goddess appeared arrogantly, to now that it was dark and the opponent had no fighting power, he barely felt the passage of time.

I don't know how many gods outside the starry sky are paying attention to this place. You know, this is not just a matter of one god system.

Ever since the undead came to this world, everything here should be no secret.

Compared with the elven gods who are staying away, the human gods, elf gods and even evil gods, including demons and demons, should all be looking at it with a strange mood now.

Especially the unlucky Lady Venom, Hill discovered that she was not Talona, ​​the goddess of disease and poison, but Zugmoi, the evil fungus lady of the bottomless abyss.

As you can tell from the name, Mrs. Venom's name is Zuge. The forest where she lives is full of all kinds of fungi, and her body is also covered with all kinds of weird toadstools.

Moreover, Mrs. Fungi's virtue of never retreating once a fight breaks out is exactly the same as Mrs. Fungi's.

There is only one goddess of disease in this world, and the poison was handed over to Madam Venom by the mastermind behind it. With Talona's character that does not allow people to slight her, this is enough for her to hunt down the mastermind forever.

She would even direct her anger at Mrs. Fungus, who passively accepted all this.

Hill didn't know what he wanted to do, but Mrs. Fungus wouldn't thank him for his kindness in turning herself into a toadstool.

Mrs. Fungus is a devil. Although she has a human form, her torso is composed of smelly flat pieces and curly fungi, and her lower body is also a bundle of curly and thick whip-like pseudopods.

The most important thing is that when she fights, it does seem like she is eating people, but that is just an attack method of a huge demon. The mushrooms just swallow people and dissolve them.

She will do this to any enemy smaller than her!

The mastermind turned her from a powerful lord into a perverted old woman who ate children, and then stupidly let the undead kill her!

Mrs. Fungus would be very angry if she knew about it. Devils have pride too!

Hill was not worried that the demon lord would not know about it. Her former competitor, the Spider Queen Rose, would definitely be happy to inform her.

The reason why Hill can still look at the sky and think wildly is because Los and the Winter Goddess seem to be fighting hard, but in fact they are stalling for time.

Liszt had already completely sealed off the top of the magic tower. No matter whether someone had sneaked into the defensive circle, it would be impossible for him to sneak up to Hill silently.

As for the core of Liszt, if the God of Hunting had the ability to directly cut through a 30-meter-thick fine gold plate, he might as well rush up and kill Hill!

After all, the upper level of the magic tower relies on a magic circle, and most of the walls are made of obsidian.

"Ouch!" A feline scream came from behind the magic tower.

"The roar of a leopard?" Alice pricked up her ears keenly and jumped directly to the bay window where she could see the back of the magic tower and looked down.

Hill slowly walked over and looked with Alice at the huge black panther tightly entangled in the killing vines.

Alice pressed one of her paws tightly against the window until the leopard's face was exposed, and then slowly retracted it.

It was an extremely ugly face, with blood flowing from its fangs and fur.

Although it is a very terrifying image, for Killing Vine, this is just what he wants. He is afraid that there is not enough flesh and blood!

Hill looked at the vines that pierced all the small tentacles into the leopard's body and left with relief.

"How did he get in?" Hill asked Liszt gently, leaving Alice room to calm down.

"Undead, right?" Liszt held his small tablet and kept flipping through it.

Every time Liszt searches in his core, he always likes to act like a secretary desperately looking up information.

Although as the center of the magic tower, he is actually more like mobilizing his own memory to search directly, and he can complete the work in a few minutes.

"The only possibility is when the undead set traps outside some time ago." Liszt replied, "At that time, the defense outside the magic tower had some loopholes. If he could follow the pace of the undead entering the magic tower, it would indeed be possible. Hide in the store.

There were too many people coming and going in those days, and he might have turned into a very small ordinary animal, and the defense array didn't notice it at all. "

Hill nodded and said nothing more. The arrival of the undead could not only have benefits. He didn't care about this little trouble.

If this god of hunting really followed the original settings, Amber, who was killed by Alice, would probably be much stronger than him.

Hill looked down for a few times. After being caught, this guy couldn't hide his magical power. Hill could feel that his power was indeed very low.

Even the demigods could chase and kill the weak gods. Hill didn't think that his vines would fail.

Hill walked back to the front window and looked at Los and the Winter Goddess with concern, not looking at Alice who was staring closely below.

"Sir." Liszt glanced at the little white cat with a gesture from the side.

Hill silently shook his head. Even if he made up his mind to completely separate from Merkel, it would not change that it was Alice's true love. It was normal for her to be a little touched and there was no need to worry too much.

But it was the Storm King who seemed to be gnashing his teeth and scolding the useless hunters.

It seems that this god of hunting is called a hunter in this world.

With such a perfunctory name change, the God of Hunting is indeed looked down upon in every camp!

Hill cheered up, but his backhand was useless. It was time for the two men below to show their true skills.

It had been delayed for a day. Although he didn't know what was going on elsewhere, Hill felt confident that he would be able to wait until the undead came.

Hill would never be so stupid when he walked out of the magic tower to fight Los and the Winter Goddess.

This is the world of the mastermind behind the scenes. If he really likes Hill's artifact, he may not necessarily bring out dozens of gods to deal with Hill.

Of course, if that were the case, his idea of ​​intercepting the undead would definitely fail.

But Hill doesn't think there's any point in preserving this world. The guy hiding behind the scenes probably just wants to use the waste and run away after reaping the benefits.

Before the undead come over, Hill will definitely have to live in obscurity. He is originally a dog god and has never had the pleasure of giving away people's heads automatically.

Hill arranged his equipment and released the earth-type skills on the oil painting without hesitation.

Endless meteors crashed down directly, creating deep pits on the ground.

The huge impact directly caused a raging fire. If you use wind spells, you will probably be burned.

Even Los could only swing his hammer and smash those meteors away.

The Winter Goddess could only dance her ax into a circle of light. The Storm King, who had just had a tender relationship with her, had no intention of helping her withstand any harm.

Hill touched the amulet hanging on his waist, gently took it off and held it in his hand. He needed to wait for the right time.

After the Winter Goddess danced for another half an hour, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She was not uninjured in the storm. The power to fight evil was beyond Los's control. A scrape of sand would cause harm to her.

Moreover, if Los hadn't asked her to hold on and not come down, Amber might not have fallen.

Who would have thought that the mage in the magic tower would not hit himself, who looked like he was about to die, but instead go straight to the lively Amber!

It's all Los' fault!

If he hadn't used the Ring of Winter to tempt him, the Winter Goddess would never have come out to cause trouble for this mage!

The Winter Goddess could feel that this meteor shower seemed to be very large in scope, but the strongest force was directed towards Los. She moved back with careful little steps, and danced her ax while hitting.

"Oona! Where are you going?" Loss finally realized that his allies had retreated to the rear, leaving the meteor shower to him to deal with.

"What can I do?" the winter goddess named Oona said pitifully. Her cold ice face suddenly turned into the look of a pitiful big goblin. "I don't have that much strength to resist the artifact. Power! Why doesn't Ross help me at all?

I even shared my priesthood with you! "

Los was not moved at all and just sneered: "If you dare to run, you'd better pray that I die here!"

"Is this an internal strife?" Alice walked over slowly, hung herself on the window and lay down to watch the farce below.

Hill glanced at Liszt, who nodded and went to deal with the matter on the vine.

Now that the hunter is dead, it is best for the killing vines to return to the magic tower, so as not to stay outside and be promoted. Who knows if there are assassins who have sneaked in, and Hill is worried.

"Which one should I hit now?" Alice summoned her adamantine ball again and stared down.

It seems that she has calmed down her mood and is looking for a punching bag.