611: Chapter 409: Victory of the Murderous Vine 611: Chapter 409: Victory of the Murderous Vine Hill lay on the window, watching the Giant Los with a face full of reluctance.
The headscarf he wore fluttered in the wind due to his violent punching.
The Goddess of Winter was wrapping it back around him, circle by circle.
“Gosh~” Hill couldn’t help but exclaim.
List and Alice both looked outside, then turned to Hill with puzzled expressions.
“In the birthplace of Bel Los, a man’s headscarf is not something just anyone can touch,” Hill slowly explained, then couldn’t help but laugh, “I no longer have to worry about dealing with this Los causing any problems, Talos, however crazy, would never acknowledge any connection with this False God.
The Frost Maiden would go mad.
Whoever did this had better be prepared to be hunted by the Storm God for tens of thousands of years!”
List revealed an enlightened expression, having received Hill’s full knowledge on the subject, which included some knowledge in this area.
For the desert men, especially the noble males, only their mothers and wives could help them wrap their headscarves.
He crouched in front of Alice, laughing as he explained to the little white cat.
Hill couldn’t help but look up at the sky outside, from the arrogant appearance of the Goddess of Winter early in the morning to the deep night now, the enemy had lost a combatant, and he had hardly felt the passage of time.
He wondered how many deities beyond the starry sky were watching this place, considering this was not just about one God System.
From the time the Undead arrived in this world, everything here should no longer be a secret.
Compared to the external Elf Deity System, Human Pantheon, and Fairy Deities, even the Evil Gods, including demons and devils, must be watching with bizarre emotions.
Especially that unfortunate Lady Venom, Hill realized it was not the Goddess of Disease and Poison, Talona, but rather a demon, Lady Fungus of the Bottomless Abyss, Zugmoi.
From her name, one could tell that Lady Venom was called Zugmoi; the forest she lived in was also filled with various fungi, and her body was covered with various oddly shaped fungi.
Moreover, her fierce nature in battle was exactly like that of Lady Fungus.
There is only one Goddess of Disease in this world; the covert mastermind handed the poison capabilities to Lady Venom.
Given Talona’s character of not allowing anyone to belittle her, just that alone is enough for her to chase the mastermind forever.
She would even direct her anger toward Lady Fungus, who had passively accepted all this.
Hill didn’t know what he intended to do, but Lady Fungus seeing this would not thank him for turning her into a fungus-like being.
Lady Fungus is a demon.
Although humanoid, her torso is composed of flat, foul-smelling sheets and twisted fungal plants, and her lower body consists of a bunch of thick, curled pseudopods.
Most importantly, when she fights, it indeed looks like she is eating people, but that is merely an attack method for a giant demon, as mushrooms engulf people and dissolve them.
She would do this to any opponent smaller than her!
This mastermind actually turned her from a powerful lord into a perverse old grandmother who eats children, then foolishly had the Undead kill her!
If Lady Fungus knew, she would definitely be furious, as demons have their pride!
Hill wasn’t worried that the demon lord wouldn’t find out; her past competitor, the Spider Queen Rose, would surely inform her with delight.
The reason Hill could still gaze at the sky and daydream was actually because Los and the Goddess of Winter, who seemed to be fighting hard with hammer and axe, were actually buying time.
List had already completely sealed off the top floor of the Magic Tower; whether or not anyone had sneaked inside the Defensive Magic Array, it was impossible for anyone to quietly climb up to Hill.
As for the core where List was, if the God of Hunting had the ability to directly break through a 30-meter-thick mithril plate, he might as well come directly to kill Hill!
After all, the upper part of the Magic Tower relied on a Magic Array, and most of the walls were made of obsidian.
“Aowu!” A scream of a feline animal echoed from behind the Magic Tower.
“A leopard’s cry?” Alice perked up her ears sharply and immediately jumped to a bay window where she could see behind the Magic Tower.
Hill slowly walked over and joined Alice in observing the giant black leopard tightly entwined by the Murderous Vine.
Alice’s paw pressed tightly against the window until the leopard’s face appeared, and then she slowly pulled it back.
It was an extremely ugly face, its fangs and fur constantly dripping with fresh blood.
Although it was a very terrifying sight, it suited the Murderous Vine perfectly, as it feared not having enough flesh and blood!
Hill watched the vine thrust all its tiny tendrils into the body of the leopard and left reassured.
“How did he get in?” Hill softly asked List, giving Alice some space to calm her emotions.
“The Undead, right?” List held his tablet and kept flipping through it.
Every time List searched within his core, he liked to act as though he was a secretary frantically searching for data.
Though as the nerve center of the Magic Tower, he was more like accessing his own storage to search directly, which he could complete in a few minutes.
“The only possibility is when the Undead Tribe had set traps outside the Magic Tower a while back,” List replied, “At that time, there were some vulnerabilities in the tower’s defenses outside.
If he followed the Undead Tribe into the Magic Tower, he could indeed have hidden in the shop.”
There were too many people coming in and out those days, and he might have transformed into a small ordinary animal, so the defensive formation simply didn’t detect him.”
Hill nodded and said no more.
The arrival of the Undead Tribe couldn’t possibly be all beneficial; he didn’t mind this little trouble.
This God of Hunting, if really set up as originally intended, was probably much weaker than even the killed Anbur that Alice had dealt with.”
Hill looked down a few times, and after being captured, this guy’s Divine Power couldn’t be hidden anymore; Hill could feel that his power was indeed very low.
Even a demigod could hunt him down easily, Hill didn’t think his own vines would fail.
Hill walked back to the front window, watching Los and the Goddess of Winter intently, no longer just watching Alice, who was intently staring down below.
“Sir.” List floated nearby, glancing at the little white cat.
Hill silently shook his head.
Even if he had resolved to completely part ways with Merkel, it couldn’t change the fact that it was Alice’s former love; it was normal for her to be somewhat moved, no need to worry too much.
As for the King of Storm, he seemed to be grinding his teeth in anger, cursing the useless Hunter.
It seems this God of Hunting in this world is called the Hunter.
Such a perfunctory renaming, that God of Hunting is indeed a lowly viewed figure in any faction!
Hill perked up; the lack of help previously meant that the two below needed to show their real skills now.
The delay had lasted a day, and although Hill didn’t know the situation elsewhere, he felt very confident about dragging on until the Undead Tribe arrived.
Walking out of the Magic Tower to fight Los and the Goddess of Winter was something Hill would absolutely not be foolish enough to do.
This was the world of the hidden mastermind.
If he really took a liking to Hill’s Divine Artifact, he might well bring dozens of deities to deal with Hill.
Of course, if it came to that, his plan to intercept the Undead Tribe would definitely fail.
But Hill didn’t think there was any point in preserving this world anymore; the guy lurking in the background probably only thought about exploiting it for benefits before making a quick escape.
Before the Undead Tribe arrived, Hill was definitely still going to play safe; he was always a survivalist, never one to walk into death needlessly.
Hill checked his gear and without hesitation, released the Earth System Skills from the painting.
The endless Meteor Shower came crashing down, smashing into the ground and creating deep pits.
The tremendous impact ignited a raging fire, and using a Wind Spell now would likely mean playing with fire.
Even Los could only swing his hammer, knocking the meteors away.
The Goddess of Winter could only swing her axe, creating a circle of light.
The Storm King, who had just been tender with her, had no intention of helping her block any damage.
Hill, touching the amulet hanging from his waist, gently picked it up and held it in his palm; he needed to wait for the right moment.
After flailing for half an hour, the Goddess of Winter finally couldn’t bear it any longer; she had indeed been hurt in the storm, for the power of Striking Evil was not something Los could control.
Every scrape of sand was a harm to her.
Moreover, if it wasn’t for Los asking her to hold on and not come down, Anbur might not even have fallen.
Who would have thought that the mage in the Magic Tower, instead of targeting her, who looked close to death, went straight for the lively Anbur!
It was all Los’s fault!
If he hadn’t tempted her with the Ring of Winter, the Goddess of Winter definitely wouldn’t have come out on her own to trouble this mage!
The Goddess of Winter could feel that while the Meteor Shower seemed widespread, the strongest force was aimed at Los.
She cautiously stepped backward, swinging her axe while retreating.
“Ouna!
Where are you going?” Los finally realized that his ally had retreated to the back, leaving him alone to deal with the Meteor Shower.
“What can I do?” The Goddess of Winter named Ouna said pitifully, her ice-hard face suddenly becoming the pitiful look of a Great Fairy, “I don’t have the strength to withstand the power of a Divine Artifact!
Why won’t Los help me at all?
I even shared my Divinity with you!”
Los was not at all touched, just scoffed coldly, “If you dare run, you’d better pray I die here!”
“Is this a mutiny?,” Alice slowly approached, glancing out the window to watch the drama unfolding below.
Hill glanced at List, who nodded and went off to handle the situation with the vines.
Since this Hunter was already dead, the Murderous Vine would better return to the Magic Tower; lest, unable to restrain itself from advancing, who knows if there were still Assassins mixed in, Hill definitely did not feel secure.
“Who do we attack now?” Alice then summoned her Mithril Sphere, intently watching below.
It seems she had managed to calm down and was looking for a target to vent her frustration.