Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Kamenteta glanced outside nervously.

"If I can't guarantee that the place I am in is safe enough, how can I possibly live on?" Rommel smiled faintly, "Don't worry, neither the Lord of Hell nor the Will of the Abyss will see through me. Double layer of defense.”

"What do you mean? Is there a second level of our magic tower defense?"

"With your ability, no one can detect any trace at all. How is that possible?" Rommel replied calmly, "You just used the illusion array to slightly distort the words coming out of the inner magic array.

It's specious, just a little bit, and you can hear a few words. As for what they can infer... it depends on what they think. "

This was the first time Kamanteta had heard of such a thing... However, he believed that the other party was not able to create such a powerful magic circle from the beginning, so in the first few years, Rommel was quite cautious when speaking.

Wait... He couldn't help but think back in his mind when did Rommel start to relax... or in other words, when did he start to take the main seat?

Kamante originally thought that Rommel would be so relaxed because almost all the disciples in front of him had their own side towers, and because he, as a teacher, had always been cold and ruthless, he basically would not choose to protect them. He is even more lazy to mind their own business, and rarely willing to show up in front of him to pretend to be a grandson.

No, it might be done before then.

It should be the time when Gilbert just entered the Tower of Black Mystery, right?

"Now, what should we do?" He suddenly remembered another thing, "Root and the others will probably think that I instigated this matter... I can't explain it yet."

"Root, I estimate that he is the shrewdest person in the Tower of Black Mystery." Rommel sneered, "Nicholson may still be a little confused, but Root can definitely see the point."

"You mean..."

"Does that idiot student of yours dare to come to you for help on this matter?"

Cartman thought about it seriously: "When he can't resist anymore, he will still come. At least it must make people think that I may have instigated this matter, so as to divert the attention of Root and Nicholson to me." body."

Rommel couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard this: "He's not worried about you killing him first?"

"I really want to kill him." Camanteta smiled slightly, "But, in Pruitt's heart, I will give the high-level face of the Tower of Siya."

"Huh?" Rommel was a little surprised, "What are you doing outside...what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say that the dragon that has the ability to pretend to be an iron dragon and now dares to wear the skin of a black dragon must be a five-color dragon from the Styx... Moreover, you seem to be a little suspicious that the other party is a dragon that can directly Kill Feng Ge’s ancient red dragon, right?”

"Yes." Rommel said thoughtfully, "Although I didn't believe it at first, Feng Ge came forward and didn't even pick up a single dragon scale... Oh, it only proves that the dragon didn't dare to Appear in front of Fongo.

They must have known each other and were very familiar with each other. They might have even fought.

Otherwise, based on my understanding of five-color dragons, they are definitely not the kind of existence that only cares about hiding, unless they feel that they can't beat them at all.

But in that case, he would not appear in this world at all.

The five-color dragon who was born in hell has the ability to fight against the prosecutor of hell, but he is still afraid of being exposed in front of everyone... Heh, I happen to know one thing. "

"Did you know him in the original world?"

"I haven't seen them, but I know." Rommel suddenly laughed twice, "In the world where I came from, there was a group of very well-informed guests who wandered around the multiverse."

"Your world...is also..."

"We were invaded before, but it has been resolved, and it's pretty good now, otherwise I wouldn't have left home so relieved." Rommel suddenly stood up, "It's just that my wonderful world is always surrounded by There are some disgusting guys around.

It’s really…unpleasant! "

"You love your world very much!" Camanteta sighed sincerely, "It's really..."

Then he looked like he suddenly remembered something, and said with longing: "You must have paid a lot to save your world!

guard……"

"That's not true." Rommel suddenly laughed, "Although I don't want my world to be destroyed, I am also a standard mage!

There's not much difference between the top level combat power in your world... At most, I'm just a little stronger.

I am willing to accompany my world to the end, but it is even more impossible for me to sacrifice my own life, no, I am not even willing to sacrifice my own interests... my life.

Mages are all the same thing.

Not turning to evil does not mean that I will turn to justice. "

Camanteta didn't understand a bit, but he reacted quickly. He knew that he was flattering the horse, so he quickly changed the topic: "Since I know that the dragon is very powerful, I don't want to appear in front of Fengo." , will naturally choose to find Feng Ge to have a group!

No matter how unpleasant his words are, I can pretend not to hear them.

That was a Taikoo dragon that could stand up to the Hell's Prosecutor with full firepower. I went crazy and left the safe zone to seek death.

You snatched all my life back from the mud pit... How can I bear to throw it away like this? "

Rommel couldn't help but touch his forehead: "To use another adjective, if it is really a mud pit, I will only set fire to it."

Camante laughed awkwardly: "The devil's soul bottle looks pretty good, a silver crystal bottle."

Rommel glanced at him and said softly: "As long as Pruitt doesn't come to you immediately, a smart person will be able to tell that something is wrong.

You don't have to worry that those two will fight for you. After all, they don't necessarily want to see this result this time. "

"You mean... Root and Nicholson also wanted to clear away some burdens before being annexed by the Tower of Siya?" Kamanteta kept blinking, "But how did they judge?

Just based on those apprentice experiments they secretly did?

I think... as long as they are official mages, their performance after eating is still very different! "

"I wonder if your soul has been traumatized, or if you are... born with insensitivity to these things." Rommel leaned back on the bench, "Tsk, is there something wrong with the laws of this world?

Including Root, in all these years, I have really only seen one Gilbert who was sensitive enough to changes in various substances, even spell runes.

Tsk~

Really, it's a pity that the child fell into Root's hands.

Tsk, as expected, only luck can condense such outstanding qualifications.

I really..."

He looked at the gray sky with a look of reminiscence on his face: "You can always encounter this kind of treasure that you can't hold in your arms."

"Can you take him over later?" Camanteta didn't quite understand Rommel's inexplicable sigh, "Route didn't have much time to teach him. I think he mainly came here in name.

If your goal can be achieved and the Tower of Sea is really destroyed...the world can be saved with your help, and Root will not begrudge a single student.

Moreover, Gilbert will probably be supportive..."

"If he really betrays his teacher for this reason, then what do I want him to do?" Rommel raised his eyebrows, "It's not like I really can't accept students.

It’s just that there are relatively few children who have good character, good qualifications, and satisfy me in all aspects. "

Kamanteta felt that it was really difficult for her to continue speaking... Could the differences in the world really create such a huge difference in thinking?

Isn’t it enough to get what you like?

Why do you still feel that it is a flaw when you get it... What others have is the best?

It was really beyond his comprehension.

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Hill, who was squatting in the basement, rubbed his sore nose, tilted his head and looked above his head: Why did he feel like someone was cooing at him?

He touched the small silver ring on his ear, and the diamonds inlaid on it were shining... If it was Hilbert talking, he should feel that his ears were itchy, right?

But who in this world would say anything about his original body?

Is there any backup from Red Dragon?

Hill couldn't help but press the bridge of his nose and fell into deep thought: The red dragon's ability to squeeze into this world has almost consumed Styx's last bit of control over the world. Styx cannot create any more dimensional passages, even if they are real. Just send a rabbit.

That is what originally existed in this world.

He pursed his lips... By the way, Hill's arrival was an accident, but not necessarily the red dragon.

The dragon's words were just that Hill's arrival confirmed Styx's choice.