Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 531: Bal, of course, will appear
Ransendell took a sip of the fruit wine floating in front of him with his pointed beak, and asked Hill cheerfully: "If my followers come here to build a temple, can they live with you?"
Hill couldn't help but looked back at the east and said speechlessly: "Are you going to let your believers fly to work every day? The nearest wasteland is three hours away from me on horseback!"
Ransendell said happily: "I just gave them an option to live comfortably, and that's my kindness as the Lord God. As for whether they want to enjoy this pleasure or not, I don't care.
Besides, at least you can come and rest during the rest time!
Your town is more suitable for my followers than a city. There are no dirty things that shouldn't exist. "
Hill was silent, building a temple for the **** he believed in, or knowing that the **** was very concerned about the construction of the temple, how many people would choose to rest?
It must be considered in other cities after the construction is completed. Most of them are also to make the establishment of the temple known, and a few people will choose to come to Hill's small town to rest!
Most of the residents here are professionals, all have their own beliefs, and the number is too small.
No matter how detached Lansendel appears, he is also a **** who controls countless believers! Doing things is really the essence of the superior.
Hill looked at the leisurely Ransendall and asked curiously, "How long can you stay here?"
Even if AO let him run out early, it would be impossible to let the famously indeterminate bomb, the Lord of Dawn, sway in Toril all the time.
"Ah~" Ransendall sighed deeply, "When they come out and leave here to flee, I have to go to the wasteland behind and wait to save a hapless one. I don't know if it is. Something, the Tablet of Destiny will make sure that only my power is useful.
But in the ruins of the wasteland, there is a temple that I am very interested in. I have discovered it in Amn before. It may be a belief handed down from the Netheril period, and it is related to the sun.
Dawn wants to see Noon occasionally, Hill. "
Ransendell's last words were light, but Hill realized that he really wanted to try if he could become the sun god.
"The Slate of Destiny never does anything in vain. Every action of it has a follow-up." Hill said slowly, "It may also have a purpose for you to see the temple."
Ransendell 'Quack' laughed: "Of course I know that, Hill. Every beginning of the Slate of Destiny actually begins with the god's undeath.
Like this time, isn't it because of Baal's unwillingness to fall completely?
Possibly there are other gods' means.
Neverwinter will be involved, who knows if Ben is also involved? The Zhentalin Council, with whom he was very close, was hiding so deep in the North that it was impossible not to reach out.
It's just your territory, it's a big trouble, and the evil faction can't even touch it.
It's normal for the God of Mystery to fall. It's too easy for this thing to distinguish between enemies and friends, and it can't make outsiders do things at all.
Wait until these heroes~ go back to their turf, and you'll know what a mess is.
Maybe someone's biological mother is a Zhentalin spy.
Nothing like this is possible in your domain. "
He said that he was talking all over the place, only to imply that he would not give up.
That is the pride of being the Lord of the Dawn, he must try to see the sun at noon and the sunset at dusk.
Hill sighed inwardly.
The true sun **** seems destined to revive, but Hill still hopes that Ransendall doesn't choose the worst path.
Hill finally persuaded him: "Think of Su Lun. Who can completely replace her position."
Ransendell's eyes closed and closed gently, nodding: "I see. Hill, my friend. Thanks for the reminder, I'll think about some things before doing it."
Hill smiled and poured him another glass of wine.
He really didn't want that kind of disaster that Ransendall would do to become the sun god.
Every time the whims of these gods, whether good or evil, ordinary people in the world of Toril suffer the most tragic end.
The world oscillates back and forth between restart and destruction, and human life is more despicable than ants.
Although many gods have the means to solve everything before the final crisis, those who die in the process can only report to the **** of death.
There is nothing Hill can do about the evil camp, but he really doesn't want the Dawn Lord, who claims to be full of love for life, to do things that the evil camp has never done.
Hill knew that he might not be able to fight against fate, but he was still willing to say a few more words, only hoping that the result would be the same, at least a few fewer people would die in the process.
Ransendell, though unreliable, is a good friend.
He listens to well-meaning advice, doesn't like to lie, and returns sincerity to friends who are sincere.
Hill sighed inwardly as he looked at the Lord of Dawn who tilted his head to think.
This friend of his will probably never see the noon sunshine in his heart, the hateful Slate of Destiny, which makes people see hope but only get despair!
Don't say anything about greed, even if it is Hill, who finds that the hope of promotion and salary increase is in sight, as long as he works **** tiptoe, he will grab the opportunity without hesitation.
There is nothing wrong with anyone who wants to be a better version of themselves.
It's just that the method used by the Lord of Dawn is a little silly and a little too radical. Even if it really succeeds, it will end up being rejected by his colleagues.
I just hope he can figure it out!
Hill felt that Lansendell seemed to have only imagined brilliant results before, and had never imagined that he would fail.
However, courage and self-confidence are his ministry, and his followers will only be more radical than him.
"Someone's out!" Aglaia exclaimed, "Ah! It's like running for her life."
Hill stood up abruptly, Spirit Sea quickly communicated with his artifact oil painting, and then instructed Ransendall: "I have a way to deal with Baal's remnant soul, you must not do it.
I have to make these guys understand that it's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to.
Otherwise, they take the treasure from me and feel that I am incompetent to give them the opportunity.
Once I make them think I'm incompetent and just rely on the protection of Aglaia and Tyr, there will be more temptations in the future.
Toril is an interesting world.
People don't care about the revenge of the gods at all! "
"Of course it's because most gods don't care about the life and death of believers or favored ones!" Ransendall laughed, "Won't the dead believers still return to the kingdom of God? It's not a complete extinction.
It's easier to cause the wrath of the gods than the death of the believer when the devil steals the believer's soul.
As for whether believers are willing to die or not.
Hill, who can remember to bring his dead believers back to the kingdom of God is already a very trustworthy god!
So even if you get killed, if the reasons are plausible, Aglaia may only have half the chance of revenge! "There was a strange expression on Ransendall's bird face," and Tyre would never change his beliefs for an admitted friend.
He is different from us. If he violates his ministry, then life is really better than death. "
Hill nodded, so Ransendell didn't like Tyre very much, and it was understandable that he was too emotional, and when he was impulsive, he was an Erha that couldn't be pulled, or an Erha that was bigger than the big Alaska.
The exact opposite of Tyr.
With just a few words, Baal's temple collapsed suddenly.
The son of Baal was indeed devoured, and Baal, who was briefly resurrected from his own son, took back the divine power on the temple.
"Dad! Is he alive?" Looking at the half-dead adventurer, Aglaia asked in surprise, "The dead **** can be resurrected so easily?"
"No, he just temporarily controlled his body. That's his son. Barr has manipulated these children from the very beginning, and he can control it at any time." Hill frowned and stared at the blue Black Warrior, "The strong-willed kid can actually get out of his grip, but that warrior is inherently timid and more prone to problems.
Baal uses this body directly to recover, his body is no longer alive. "
Hill sneered, Baal was planning to abandon this body.
But if he wants to keep his soul alive, it will require a sacrifice of the dead.
He intends to sacrifice all the residents of the nearby town to himself before his body is completely useless.
Bal grinned and glanced at the adventurers who were running around. He raised his head and looked at the paladins on the mountain wall. He swung a hand from behind and a knight spear went straight to the paladin leader.
I didn't see the floating castle that had floated to this half above the town at all.
The Paladins erected a shield wall, their bodies glowing with light, and iron gloves burning blood-red light appeared in the air.
However, the violent conflict everyone imagined did not occur.
That city wall is also within the range of Hill's Mystery Lock!
A large, thick water balloon appeared in mid-air ~IndoMTL.com~ wrapping the spear inside the sphere.
No matter how hard the spear struggled, it was completely unable to break free, and could only be slowly consumed.
The Paladins couldn't help turning their heads to look at the floating castle above their eyes.
This castle, which had been staying in mid-air in the southeast corner, had long since moved to a position parallel to the Temple of Tyre, beside the road.
They've known for a long time that Hill's labyrinth is powerful, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful.
Being able to fight a level 20 legend and being able to fight a weak divine force are completely different concepts.
Hill glanced at the scene below and frowned.
If you want to rely on Tyr's paladins to kill these adventurers, and Tyr won't come down, doesn't that mean the end of total annihilation?
Is the silver shield sent to the altar?