532: 331 532: 331 A portion of the Undead Tribe was lining up in front of various temples, apparently planning to change their talents.
Hill observed for a while and estimated that only a third of the Undead were planning to change their talents.
Many others seemed to be observing the advantages and disadvantages first.
Now they were all sitting on the mountain, watching the excitement, waiting for the Star Gate to open.
Talents don’t have to be changed, but new maps are a must-visit.
Hill silently mingled in the middle, listening.
The God of Time and Space had given them only two opportunities to change their talents, after which, if they changed their account, they could directly choose different talents.
However, in this world, leveling up was easy to some extent—reaching Magister could perhaps take only a few months with diligent effort, but once at high levels, the leveling speed became frighteningly slow.
For high-level members of the Undead Tribe, losing experience even once could spark a world war.
Changing accounts was out of the question unless one was utterly disgraced; the majority of the Undead wouldn’t consider it.
Relying just on demons from the Abyssal Gate and some routine minor tasks had already started to bore these Undead; not everyone was interested in hanging in instances all day long.
Hill suspected that the God of Time and Space was planning to make some of the Undead feel that the game was becoming outdated, shifting their focus to other games.
He and William had not planned any updates for the game, at most supporting the Undead to engage in some PvP combat; unexpectedly, a deity had volunteered to provide a new map.
Both the Undead on the mountain and those below were incredibly excited, shouting about the expansion and flipping through the booklet of talent choices given by the gods.
Apparently, the dull years had indeed suffocated them.
Even with the new map, the Undead continued to curse the planners, specifically targeting William.
It seemed that William’s name was perpetually attached to the head of the game’s main planner, while the God of Time and Space quietly disappeared from the scene.
Hill queued outside Agleya’s temple with the crowd; her line was the shortest here, but that was because she was the earliest to open job conversion.
Those who wanted to convert to Water-affinity talents had mostly done so already.
Among the Undead Mages, many favored Ice Spells, and even some Swordsmen liked them as well.
But Hill found it interesting that the longest queue was in front of the Noble Temple of the Thunder Element.
He guessed that the God of Nobility sitting in the Divine Kingdom would be stunned.
Besides cursing elves, the most vocally criticized by the Undead over the years had been the God of Nobility.
Seeing the overwhelming number of Undead wanting to switch to the talents granted by the God of Nobility made it clear just how excessive they had been.
Hill knew without thinking that many would choose Thunder Element Spells.
Even Knights and Swordsmen would likely want their slashes accompanied by a flurry of lightning and thunder.
While discussing talents, the Undead also talked about the Earth Deity System: many Defensive Knights were waiting for the Goddess of the Earth’s job conversion tasks.
Before entering Agleya’s temple, Hill finally heard what he wanted to hear: some Undead were talking about their Magical Beast friends, hoping that when they returned to this world, they could visit the Beast Kingdom to see their friends.
It was a bit of a pity, but inevitable; one couldn’t force a Magical Beast that longed for home to join in adventures.
Yet, these Undead also expressed some jealousy and envy towards those lucky ones whose Magical Beast friends were willing to join them on adventures.
From the flood of silent responses, Hill could feel just how sour they were.
The moment Hill entered the temple, Agleya transported him to the inner sanctuary.
“Hill’s Dad!” The young girl’s figure floated down, “My Main Temple might take three years to complete.
Unfortunately, Hill’s Dad won’t see it before he leaves.”
“That’s alright.
When I come back, not only will I see the temple, but I’ll also see your priests,” Hill said with a smile.
“Isn’t that even better?”
“I know, it’s just a bit of a pity,” Agleya floated next to Hill.
“Hill’s Dad, the Star Gate is already under construction.
I don’t know who initiated it, but it’s really powerful!
Even from this distance, I can feel that terrifying oppressive force.”
“Agleya’s future will also become stronger,” Hill said gently to a somewhat disheartened Sea God.
“Time levels everything; all Agleya needs is to hang in there and not give up any opportunities.”
Agleya tried to cheer up: “Is Hill’s Dad going to the same world as the Undead?”
Hill nodded: “The Crystal Wall there must be very weak, riddled through and through.
If I don’t feel comfortable there, I can always find a direct route to another place.”
Agleya pouted slightly, “Then maybe stay there a while longer!
If the Undead do very well, through them I can see what it is really like.
However, the God of Time and Space has warned us not to establish a temple there or accept any followers until the forces of the Abyss and Hell have been expelled.
No matter how grateful or devout the other party appears, except for the Undead, we should not make any contact with that side.
Silvermoon says knowledge of the devil’s lineage must be deeply embedded in the space-time knowledge, which could be much more extensive than ours; it’s best to heed their advice.”
“Even Silvermoon plans to obediently listen, so you should understand the seriousness of this matter, right?” Hill grasped the essence of the conversation.
Agleya blinked innocently: “I’ve always been obedient, haven’t I~”
“Promise me, Agleya!” Hill insisted firmly.
Finding that her dad was very nervous, Agleya quickly nodded, “I will definitely be honest!
I absolutely won’t do anything that the God of Time and Space wouldn’t do!”
Hill was reassured.
Agleya had proved reliable in keeping her promises before.
After spending three days in Agleya’s temple, Hill finally witnessed the appearance of the God of Time and Space.
He didn’t say much, but simply waved his hand silently.
Between the pair of towering, cloud-piercing silver columns to the left of the Abyssal Gate, ripples appeared, forming a quietly spinning vortex of black and silver light.
Hill couldn’t help but smile a little; that portal, William had given it to the God of Time and Space, hadn’t he?
“Once you enter the Star Gate, you cannot return for three months,” the God of Time and Space said coldly.
“It is a world ravaged by demons and devils, and among the elves and humans, a great amount of wickedness also hides.
Unlike in this world, where you fight bravely, there, you might not even know whether what you are fighting for is good or evil.
Sadness and despair have already robbed most humans of their humanity.
Undead Tribe members!
That world might be saved, but humans might face extinction.
Everything depends on whether you can bring a ray of hope and light to the humans of that world.
May all of you return still with a smile.”
The figure of the God of Time and Space slowly faded, and the voices of the Undead Tribe suddenly intensified.
The temple of the Goddess of the Earth suddenly burst into light:?
this Goddess had finally sorted out everything outside, now she could transition to Earth talents.
The Undead Tribe grew restless; many people immediately rode their horses down the mountain, rushing toward the Earth Temple.
Hill saw some people heading toward the portal and turned to Agleya, saying, “I’m leaving, Agleya.”
He had already given enough warnings over the past few days; at this moment, Hill simply quietly embraced his little daughter.
Although Agleya was reluctant, she didn’t say much more; she couldn’t selfishly stop Hill from his ascent.
She just quietly saw her dad off at the main gate of the temple.
Hill blended into a group of Scattered Ones; compared to the large guilds still gathering, they were quicker, and since they barely knew each other, it was easy for Hill to follow them through the portal.
This time, he did not look back.
On the other side of the portal was an exceptionally large platform, encased in a transparent semicircular crystal wall.
When Hill emerged with the Undead Tribe, he was at the center of the platform and was soon pushed away by the rest of the Undead Tribe behind him.
He quickly walked to the edge of the wall and looked out at the starry sky.
The beautiful Teraxil appeared before Hill.
This was Hill’s first time seeing It so completely, the quietly spinning planet shining with captivating brilliance.
The Undead Tribe, even as they waited by the crystal wall for their companions, merely murmured that the complete Teraxil looked pretty; they were so familiar with the starry sky that they had little interest in looking any further.
Hill silently watched for an hour; here was quite distant from Teraxil, not even close to any of the Divine Kingdoms.
After calculating for a while, Hill confirmed that his current standing spot was where the Dwarven God System’s Divine Kingdom used to be.
He smiled wordlessly, guessing that the Deities probably thought that no divine being would consider placing their Divine Kingdom nearby.
Hill adjusted his black robe and put on his hood.
Hands in his pockets, Hill walked step by step towards the golden vortex gate at the far end of the platform.
This was a long spatial leap.
The distance between Teraxil and this place must be vast.
Hill had expected to see a land full of scars when he left the Star Gate.
However, reality was that he quickly activated the Demi-God Artifact, bearing the most potent Magic Shield, staring dumbfounded at the Demon Army that had already surrounded the newly entered Undead.
Luckily, he had lingered for a time on the platform of the Star Gate, and a large number of Undead had already stubbornly established a defensive circle.
Hill slowly slipped into a blind spot, noting a critical issue: How were the Undead resurrecting?
Then he saw on the plaza to the left of the Star Gate, within a column of light, the Resurrection Circle.
The column of light outside the Array was clearly the work of some powerful Divine Power.
In the slowly rotating diamond crystal of the Resurrection Array, a familiar tablet shone with silver light.
It seemed that the God of Time and Space had entrusted replicas of his Divine Artifact to Coron or the World Tree!
Hill breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought William had recklessly come along too!