Survive In The Fourth Heavenly Calamity

Chapter 506 Victory of Slaughter Vine

Hill lay on the window, looking at the unwilling giant Ling Luos.

The turban he was wearing was scattered in the wind because of the violent fist.

The goddess of winter was wrapping him back and forth.

“I’m going~” Hill called out uncontrollably.

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

“Where Belrose was born, a man’s turban is not something anyone can touch.” Hill explained slowly, and then couldn’t help laughing, “I don’t have to worry about what will happen to this Roth anymore. No matter how crazy Talos was, he would never admit that this false god had anything to do with him.

The Frost Girl must go crazy.

No matter who did this, he is ready to be chased by the God of Storm for tens of thousands of years! ”

Liszt showed a dazed expression. He accepted Hill’s comprehensive knowledge, and he also knew a little about this knowledge. For desert men, especially aristocratic men, the only women who can help them wear a turban are their mothers and wives.

He squatted in front of Alice, smiling and explaining 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 in the morning, to now the night is deep, the opponent has no combat power, and he hardly feels the passage of time.

I don’t know how many gods outside the starry sky are watching here, you know, this is not just a matter of the gods.

Since the undead came into this world, everything here should be no secret.

Compared with the elven gods outside the body, human gods, fairy gods and even evil gods, including Devil, should now look at them in a strange mood.

Especially the hapless Venom Lady, Hill discovered that it was not the disease and poisonous goddess Talona, ​​but the evil god fungus wife Zugmoi in the bottomless abyss.

You can tell from the name that Mrs. Venom is called Zug, and the forest where she lives is full of fungi, and her body is also full of strange toadstools.

Moreover, the virtue of being unrelenting once a fight is exactly the same as Mrs. Fungus.

There is only one disease goddess in this world, and the poison is handed over to Mrs. Venom by the black hand behind the scenes. Since Talona does not allow people to have a little contempt for her, this is enough for her to chase the black hand behind the scenes forever.

She would even turn her anger on Mrs. Fungus who passively accepts all this.

Hill didn’t know what he wanted to do, but Mrs. Fungus would not thank him for his kindness in turning herself into a toadstool when she saw it.

Mrs. Fungus is a Devil. Although she has a human shape, her torso is made up of peculiar flat flakes and curly fungus plants, and her lower body is also a bunch of curly and thick whip-like pseudopods.

The most important thing is that she does seem to be eating people when she fights, but as an attack method of the huge Devil, mushrooms swallow people to dissolve them.

As long as the enemy is smaller than her size, she will do it!

This behind-the-scenes man turned her from a powerful lord to a perverted grandmother who eats children, and then stupidly killed the undead!

Mrs. Fungus would be very popular if she knew about it. Devil also has self-respect!

Hill didn’t worry that Lord Devil would not know that her past competitor, the spider queen Rose, would be happy to inform her.

The reason why Hill was able to look at the sky in such a wild way was actually because Loth and the Winter Goddess seemed to be fighting hard with one hammer at a time, but they were actually dragging time.

Liszt had already completely sealed off the top of the magic tower. Whether or not anyone got in the defensive circle, it was impossible to climb in front of Hill silently.

As for the core of Liszt, if the hunter god has the ability to directly pierce through the 30-meter-thick fine gold plate, he might as well rush directly to kill Hill!

Anyway, the upper layer of the magic tower relies on the magic circle, and most of the walls are made of obsidian.

“Oh!” A scream of cats came from behind the magic tower.

“Leopard’s cry?” Alice keenly pricked her ears and jumped directly to the bay window behind the magic tower and looked down.

Hill walked over slowly and watched with Alice the huge black panther tightly entangled by the killing vines.

One of Alice’s paw was pressed firmly against the window, until the leopard’s face was exposed, and then he slowly retracted it.

It was an extremely ugly face, with fangs and fur bleeding constantly.

Although it is a very terrifying image, but for Slaughter Vine, it is just like him, he is afraid that there will not be enough flesh and blood!

Hill looked at the vine that pierced all the tiny tentacles into the leopard’s body, and left with confidence.

“How did he come in?” Hill asked Liszt softly, leaving Alice room to calm down.

“Undead, right?” Liszt held his tablet and kept flipping through it.

Liszt always likes to act like a secretary desperately searching for information every time he searches in his core.

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

“The only possibility is when the undead set a trap outside some time ago.” Liszt replied, “At that time there was a loophole in the defense outside the magic tower. If he followed the pace of the undead entering the magic tower, it was indeed possible. Hidden to the store.

There were too many people coming in and out in those few days, and he might have become a very small ordinary animal, and the defensive array didn’t find it at all. ”

Hill nodded and didn’t say anything. The arrival of the undead couldn’t be only good. He didn’t care about this little trouble.

This hunting god, if it is really set according to the original version, probably Amber who was killed by Alice is much better than him.

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

Even a demigod could chase a weak god who killed him. Hill didn’t think his vines would fail.

Hill walked back to the front window and looked at Rose and the Winter Goddess with attention, and no longer looked at Alice, who was staring at the bottom.

“Sir.” Liszt moved aside and glanced at the little white cat in motion.

Hill silently shook his head. Even if she was determined to be completely separated from Merkel, that wouldn’t change. That was Alice’s former love. Some touches of her were normal, and she didn’t need to worry too much.

It was the king of the storm, he seemed to be gritting his teeth and cursing the useless hunters.

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

Such a perfunctory change of name, the god of hunting is indeed a despised existence in which camp!

Hill cheered up, his back was useless, and the next two should do their best.

It has been delayed for a day, and although he doesn’t know how other places are going, Hill feels confident that he will be able to drag the undead over.

Stepping out of the magic tower to fight against Loth and the Winter Goddess, Hill will never be so stupid.

This is the world of the black hand behind the scenes, if he really takes a fancy to Hill’s artifact, it is not necessarily true that he can produce dozens of gods to deal with Hill.

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

But Hill didn’t think there was any reserved meaning in this world. The guy hiding behind the scenes probably only wanted to use waste, and he ran away as soon as he got the benefits.

Before the undead came over, Hill would definitely be stubborn. He was a stubborn god, and he never had the pleasure of giving heads automatically.

Hill sorted out his own equipment, and did not hesitate to release the skills of the earth system on the oil painting.

The endless meteors directly smashed down, smashing deep pits on the ground.

The huge impact directly caused a raging fire, and the use of wind spells is likely to cause fire.

Even Lowe could only wield the hammer and smash the meteors.

The goddess of winter can only dance the axe out of a circle of light, and the king of storm, who has just been warm with her, has no plans to help her withstand any harm.

Hill touched the amulet hanging on his waist and gently took it off and held it in his palm. He needed to wait for a suitable time.

After the winter goddess danced for another half an hour, she finally couldn’t help it. She was actually not uninjured in the storm. The power to fight evil was not controlled by Ross, and the sand would be a kind of damage to her.

Moreover, if it hadn’t been for Rose to ask her to insist on not coming down, Amber might not have fallen.

Who wants to get the mage in the magic tower without hitting himself, who seems to be dying, but directly rushing to the alive Amber!

Everything is Loth’s fault!

If he hadn’t tempted himself with the Ring of Winter, the Goddess of Winter would definitely not run out to trouble the mage by himself!

The goddess of winter could feel that the meteor shower seemed to have a large range, but the strongest force was all rushing towards Luos, she moved back carefully in small fragments, dancing with the axe while beating and retreating.

“Oona! Where are you going?” Luos finally found that the Own League had retreated to the rear, leaving the meteor shower to deal with him.

“What can I do?” said Chu Chu, the winter goddess named Oona pitifully, her cold ice face suddenly turned into a pitiful big goblin, “I don’t have the strength to resist the artifact. Strength! Why wouldn’t Loth help me at all?

I even shared the priesthood with you! ”

Lose was not moved at all, but sneered: “If you dare to run, you’d better pray that I die here!”

“Is this an infighting?” Alice walked over slowly, hung herself on the window and watched the farce below.

Hill glanced at Liszt, he nodded, and went to deal with the vines.

Since the hunter is dead, the killing vines had better return to the magic tower, lest they stay outside and couldn’t help but be promoted. Who knows if there are any assassins who have come in, Hill can’t worry.

“Which one to play now?” Alice summoned her own fine gold ball again, staring down tightly.

It seems that she has calmed down her own mood and wants to find a punching bag.