562: Chapter 360: Actually, Hill from the Ocean Can Also Be Summoned 562: Chapter 360: Actually, Hill from the Ocean Can Also Be Summoned Hill quietly looked at List, sometimes this Tower Spirit really resembled his mother.
Always pinpointing bluntly the foolish things you had done before, and he would never forget them.
So when setting up a Tower Spirit, one must never be distracted.
It reads the most genuine memories in your heart, perfectly replicating what you imagine.
Moreover, for regular mages, having a Tower Spirit is already fortunate.
If distracted, turning their dream Tower Spirit from a naive little girl into a cold and aloof older sister was all an unexpected surprise.
Most problems arose when the Tower Spirit transformed from the imagined beauty into an old man resembling one’s own teacher.
Hill at that moment was simply bewildered, turning from his meticulous nature to his mom’s vindictive, gossip-spreading, scandal-unearthing temperament.
Hill would never admit that there was anything about List that resembled him.
In fact, after List advanced to a level of intelligence so true to life, many of his habits were altered, yet some traits stubbornly remained!
Hill could only resignedly accept his fate.
after all, he brought this upon himself!
List finally realized that Hill wasn’t forgetting his previous missteps, but rather pretending they didn’t exist.
He awkwardly chuckled a few times, “Sir, the new fruit wine is ready, would you like a cup?”
Alice ‘meowed’ cheerfully, her tiny paws lightly pressing on List’s trousers, her dim eyes once again displaying a glimpse of joy.
“So, Miss Alice, would you like a cup of milk juice?” List gently bent down, speaking in the softest tone, “That milk fruit tree has already become a high-level magical plant!
The newly formed fruit is especially fragrant with milk.”
Hill watched Alice, walking away in light, excited steps with List, and quietly smiled.
Alice’s condition was getting better and better.
Hill quickly left the pendant, although William was well aware of its existence, hiding such a space was impossible from him.
But Hill was still not used to disappearing from someone else’s home within their perceptible range.
He certainly knew that William wouldn’t be so impolite as to directly look into this room.
But as a legendary warlock, Hill had a strong presence.
Once he left the room to go to another space, it was almost as if he was announcing to everyone in the Royal Palace that he had disappeared.
He wasn’t idle in the room; he was contemplating crafting a few more general-use alchemy equipment.
Otherwise, his weaponry and equipment seemed too conspicuous.
Once used, even if they didn’t recognize it was him, they could tell it belonged to someone from a kind alignment with the Nature System.
In some places, kindness doesn’t necessarily mean good things.
Hill pondered that he should craft more powerful demi-god artifacts, and they absolutely must not appear as though they’re used by someone from a kind alignment.
Moreover, he hoped to create something that could cover up the hint of natural aura that clung to him.
Standing there right now, to devils or demons, he was just a target, that green aura was a bit too conspicuous.
Hill buried his head among various blueprints and materials, although he still wasn’t quite accustomed to using materials from legendary magical beasts, things like animal fur, spider silk, and silkworm threads were still fine.
He needed to consider whether to make an accessory or a mask.
Hill could feel that William’s carriage was slowly moving.
The Undead Tribe was numerous, following behind the last royal carriage; they were nearly crawling.
Moreover, several squads of flying demons emerged along the way to intercept, and the Undead Tribe, vying for the military exploits of killing them, definitely had their speed dragged down.
Hill felt pity for these demons.
His room allowed him to see outside.
After observing for a while, Hill could determine that these so-called demons were actually humans who had signed contracts with the God of Magic over the years.
Especially those nobles who dealt with demons for soul crystals.
Why could the nobility of this world suppress high-level professionals, even when ordinary people weren’t afraid of being killed by an angry Sky Knight?
It was because of the formidable power they exchanged for soul crystals.
The demons gave them everything except lifespan.
However, how could someone who had everything tolerate their brief life?
In the end, everything they earned from the demons would still be returned to the demons, along with their souls as well.
They could only become these low-level demons who obeyed orders.
High-level demons had a very strong control over low-level demons, unlike chaotic races that could evolve from a worm to a Great Demon suddenly favored by the Abyss.
The promotion of low-level demons was entirely in the hands of Great Demons; they were accustomed to the life of flattering those above them and framing those below.
If they didn’t obediently follow commands from high-level demons, obliteration was their fate.
When their deaths weren’t required, they probably lived quite comfortably, but at times like this, they could only use their lives to buy time.
They couldn’t escape.
Hill watched as the low-rank and intermediate demons grew more frantic the closer they got to the capital, and he couldn’t help but leave the room.
He wanted to know if the God of Magic was planning to escape, otherwise why was he delaying so much.
“No, for this Demon Lord, the significance of this avatar lies only in the perfection of the Weave.
As long as the research on the Weave succeeds, even if the avatar perishes, it would be worth it.” Faced with Hill’s question, William said without batting an eye, “He’s probably at a critical research point, afraid that we would arrive too quickly.
If his Main Temple is completely destroyed, it would also greatly harm him, definitely affecting the stability of the Weave.”
Speaking of which, among the demons disguised as gods in the Gerns World, probably only the God of Magic is an avatar of the Demon Lord, and he is the most powerful.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t possess a fragment of Gerns’s divinity, the Sun God.
The devils are so pleased that we’re taking action against the God of Magic because this Great Monarch, if truly defeated, wouldn’t mind perishing along with his enemies using an avatar.
Devils are all about themselves; they can’t afford to gamble with their lives.”
Hill hesitated before asking William, “Does His Majesty the King want him to figure it out, or not?”
“I don’t need a complete Weave.” William laughed, “This flawed version is just right, the Undead Tribe’s end is at Pseudo-Legend.
They don’t need a higher Level.
I definitely do not plan to risk my life to test the boundaries of the Goddess of Magic.
She can tolerate an incomplete Weave, but she will never let go of a complete version.
Those who dare to take over the Weave are all harsh on themselves.
I dare not provoke them.”
So was William’s indifferent attitude because what he wanted was just the Weave they were currently using?
Indeed, many Legendary Mages had appeared, though they were so weak that even the Undead Tribe could destroy them.
Hill felt that with the rigid casting of these Legendary Mages, Teraxil, the Legendary Knight who was taken down by the Undead Tribe, could easily kill them.
Hill turned his head and pondered for a while before he realized William was talking about me.
Would the Weave eventually be managed by William?
But, with William’s capabilities, did he really understand this Pseudo Magic Net?
It still had to be converted from a devil-specific version to a human version!
Even if the souls of the Undead wouldn’t pose a problem, one couldn’t let all the legendary Undead appear as devils!
The disbelief flickering in Hill’s eyes seemed to be noticed by William, who sighed, “Hill, with that face of yours that gives everything away, you still dare to travel alone in this world?
This is not Teraxil, where you can walk around fearlessly based on your strength.”
Hill couldn’t help but scratch his head: “Hehe~ it’s really obvious when I’m relaxed.
I know it’s not okay.
I was thinking of making a mask to hide my expressions first.”
William couldn’t help but laugh: “That’s true, you are indeed an Alchemist Master capable of refining Demi-God Artifacts.
Just make one soon!
The Undead are still under the God of Time and Space’s control; it’s just that the management rights have been handed over to me.
But the Weave, even he dares not handle casually.
The World Tree has agreed to help us with the purification and Coron will help us modify it.
The gods of Teraxil will probably all take part; they all want to try out the most famous magic system in this universe.
It’s perfect to use the Divine Artifact that controls the Undead as the core of the Weave; it releases the God of Time and Space from a lot of effort related to the Undead.”
Hill nodded.
The royal capital of the Magic Kingdom was now within sight.
The Infernal Devils of the Guardian City are probably the strongest resistance from the God of Magic, and the defenses outside the capital are extremely weak.
However, both Hill and William looked grim.
This was no city; it was a hell on earth.
Even from such a distance, the dense evil aura was suffocating Hill.
He quietly opened the cloak of the Ring of Winter, letting the cold aura envelop him, and finally managed to keep his calm.
William turned to Hill: “Hill, can you change the weather here?”
Hill had raised the high collar of his cloak to cover his chin and observed carefully: “No, the magic defense outside is strong; the spells might be dispelled.”
“Of course, I will shatter that defense layer,” William said sternly.
“Anyway, I’m not the one entering the fray.
I don’t need to save my strength.”
Hill nodded: “No problem, I can also summon a sea to drown them all.”
William was stunned; he knew about the Ring of Winter—it was indeed powerful, both offensive and Healing.
Only someone like Hill, who already possessed very powerful Healing Spells, would not care about it.
But what is a sea?
Isn’t the Ring of Winter all about Ice and Snow System Magic?
He thought for a moment and understood it must have been Agleya’s doing; this Sea God’s power was truly immense, even able to alter the power of the Ring of Winter.
William said amusedly, “I really do want to see what kind of sea it is!
Since everything ahead must be destroyed anyway, why not give it a try?”
Hill was also quite curious to try; it was a rare and suitable opportunity.