618: Chapter 416: The Hidden Tyranny God 618: Chapter 416: The Hidden Tyranny God Hill was no fool; how could he possibly use ordinary crystal walls in the Magic Tower, where the defensive power was so strong.
He was aware that since this world had been modeled after Ferun, there would certainly be magic-breaking weapons, albeit few, they would certainly exist.
Hill wouldn’t feel at ease just because there was a Defensive Magic Array in place.
Even the sturdiest crystal could not possess the defensive power of obsidian.
The crystal windows of the Magic Tower were actually thick slabs made with crystal flower threads from Hill’s family heritage, pressed and woven internally.
These were obtained during his first interaction with Aurelio, the Earth Crystals.
They were more valuable than obsidian; even mithril ore of the same size wasn’t as valuable as these windows.
When he departed from this world later, Hill would definitely take the entire large window with him and replace the vacated spots with obsidian again.
Hill looked at the two masked faces brimming with suspicion and revealed a provocative smile.
Everyone knew this world was connected with the deities of Ferun, so how could Hill not be fully prepared.
It was a pity that the big fireballs from the Undead Tribe did not break through the defenses of these two false gods; their equipment seemed to be of the magic-resistant kind, seemingly prepared specifically for assassinating magicians.
Unfortunately, Hill was always a cautious person; the seemingly weak areas were actually the strongest.
The windows inside the Magic Tower could only be opened by Hill.
The threads from the crystal flowers behaved like unconscious living entities.
Apart from Hill’s aura, which could cause them to move away from the window opening, no one else’s touch could sever these threads, which might be thinner than a hair’s width.
Not to mention the entire block of crystal window.
The two scimitars with some demon-slaying ability, besides sparking with gold stars, achieved nothing.
As for the subsequent dagger, it didn’t even make sparks, only producing a loud clank.
The short person was directly thrown back by the impact, crashing into his tall companion.
Hill’s crystal flower ancestor was a being that even the god Agleya feared.
How could they think of breaking through a window made of crystal flower threads with their counterfeit demi-god artifacts that weren’t even comparable to Hill’s?
For the sake of killing Hill, the two Thieves’ Gods, who charged bravely at risking being hit by the Undead Tribe’s big fireball, were somewhat stunned.
The Undead Tribe from the other side, although their damage wasn’t as significant, it was clear from their shouts that the main troops already knew about the situation here and were hastily approaching.
However, the magicians inside the Magic Tower seemed not to be something they could kill.
No matter how rich the reward or the magician, they had to give up for now and think of other methods in the future.
The two thieves looked at each other, and when they tried to disappear again, they were engulfed by a sudden burst of golden light.
Hill used the smooth outer walls of the Magic Tower to refract the light, making all the shadows in the encampment instantly disappear.
Having known early on about the presence of a god from the Shadow Series, Hill would naturally make full use of his Power of the Sun artifact.
Hill waved the Crystal Fan, and two tornadoes swept the stunned Thieves’ Gods into the sky.
He did not resort to lethal moves, because the frantic cries of the Undead started, “Hill!
Kind and lovely Hill!
Please, leave the big Experience Pack!
They’ll be here in three minutes!”
“Hill!
Forget the small pack!
Just make sure to leave the big one for us!”
Hill contemplated; these two Thieves’ Gods were far inferior to Los.
It seemed all their points were spent on agility and hidden power.
Trying to escape from his tornado would likely take them at least ten minutes.
Enough time for the Undead Tribe to rush back and surround them.
But he was still prepared with the Divine Artifact Painting, just in case one of them really found a way out.
He would immediately unleash the Divine Art ‘Strike Evil’, and for those shadowy evil deities, the damage from the power of the sun god would be even greater.
The Undead Tribe seemed really eager for these two Experience Packs, as in less than two minutes, a large number of magicians and magicians had already rushed over.
Flying joyously in the air, they looked at the two masked figures in black robes desperately struggling in Hill’s tornado and let out earth-shaking cheers.
The Space-Time Warlocks promptly summoned their Space-Time Dragons, sealing the surrounding space.
From their joyous thanks, Hill got a hint that the Star Gate had opened again, bringing more of the Undead Tribe.
The Undead from the North, who initially thought they could ambush a few false gods from behind, now felt it was impossible.
Although they had earned substantial military exploits in Winterland, the joy of killing a BOSS was completely different.
Luckily, Hill turned out to be a BOSS bait.
Hill watched those floating Undead jubilantly dancing and thanking him; he could only purse his lips in speechlessness and walked back to the top of the Magic Tower.
He also had things to do.
They were really killing false gods out of experience.
The first thing they did was seal heaven and earth, preventing these false gods from communicating with the Law to escape.
Hill felt that he could now verify an idea of his.
Although he had already memorized the contents of these books given his photographic memory, he needed to make a comparison.
He took out all the books related to treasures and divine artifacts, flipped to the pages about their whereabouts, and found some descriptions related to the various races’ Thieves’ Gods.
Hill finally found it interesting that every race had its own God of Thievery.
The life of each God of Thievery was spent incessantly stealing the finest jewels and equipment from the top tiers of the world.
If Mask knew about this, he would likely risk being torn apart by demonic hounds to come and cut down these False Gods.
He indeed had a penchant for conspiracies and thefts, but he was not interested in just anything.
This almost seemed to lower his standards considering the God of Thievery could appear male or female, large or small, but always featured a graceful and elegant demeanor, with polite gestures and a very gentle tone of voice.
He never lived like these fellows, who resembled rats from the gutter.
Even when fleeing for his life, Mask never abandoned his dark humor and sarcasm, as his current dire situation was entirely of his own making.
However, it would be normal if the image of the God of Thievery became particularly sordid if the Goddess Valkin was involved, as they were sworn enemies.
Hill leaped up and found some geographic records; he wanted to examine the world’s volcanic mountains, especially the larger ones.
Then there was the always silent God of Exploration, Hill did not know why he was so concerned about the existence of this deity.
If there was a Valkin, could there be other deities involved?
He found the Divine Kingdom of the God of Exploration and slowly discovered something intriguing.
Other deities taken from numerous Divinities of the greater deities all seemed to inhabit similar environments.
Those lurking behind the scenes wanted to know which Divinities made these deities choose to oppose each other.
But only the ever-so-silent God of Exploration, his companions were the God of Knowledge, God of Battle, God of Suffering, and the Guardian God.
A bit farther was the God of Justice.
And right across from the land of the Guardian God was the God of Conspiracy.
This was an unusual arrangement; the millennia of war between the God of Conspiracy and the Guardian God were also linked to this peculiar geographic positioning.
Neither could tolerate their neighbor on the other side.
And as for other deities in opposing God Systems, whenever one fell and perished, another would emerge and establish their kingdom elsewhere.
In normal logic, unless they were a War God, no one built their home right under an enemy’s watch.
Yet these two deities, even if the God of Conspiracy lost several times to the combined forces of the Three Gods, stubbornly rebuilt his kingdom on the same site.
The people of this world believed the God of Conspiracy considered himself equal in divine power to the Three Gods, refusing to admit he was less powerful and thus persisted stubbornly.
Hill recalled the life of Cyric, feeling that if the true holder of the Divine Office of Conspiracy, the Prince of Lies, was indeed standing outside this world at this moment, he would temporarily cease fire with Mask to overthrow this world first.
He manipulated the hearts of others, unlike the War God Tampas who found joy in direct confrontation.
This world’s God of Conspiracy was simply a brute.
Hill reviewed several books describing the kingdoms of deities, which noted the most famous aspect of the God of Exploration was that his citizens were invariably obedient, doing whatever they were asked with no recorded defiance against the will of their god.
Hill brushed over the pages listing various Divinities, noting that most Evil Gods were enemies to these benevolent deities, but adding the God of Knowledge and the God of Conspiracy into the equation, especially since the realm of the God of Exploration forbade the existence of Mages, one name leapt out.
The dark tyrant Bane, who ruled over tyranny, fear, strife, and hatred, one of the once-dead Three Gods of Death.
A tyrant who was also a ruler; his penchant for complex schemes and cooperating with other deities to create this testing ground made sense.
He despised nearly all deities, but the ones he hated the most were beings of immense divine power, whom Bane could not confront directly if he chose to.
Thus, his goal was merely to observe these counterfeit deities to possibly discover weaknesses in their original forms.
Especially the Prince of Lies Cyric and the Holy Guardian God Tom.
Although he had some alliance with Mask, their partnership was solely based on sharing a common enemy, Cyric.
Cyric’s left hand held the Divine Office of Conspiracy taken from Mask, while his right wielded murder granted by the fall of the Three Gods of Death.
From their defeats, he gained immense divine power.
Both Mask and Bane were desperately trying to reclaim their Divinities.
Bane seemed even more inclined to kill Cyric directly in battle, hence allowing the God of Conspiracy to engage constantly in war with the Three Gods of Justice.
But what use was this observation really?
Hill was a bit puzzled; how could Cyric possibly confront him directly?
Even if Cyric was much more powerful than Bane, wouldn’t he just resort to assassination?