01.
When Hill arrived at Central College, the rain turned from small to heavy, and the temperature in this area is much lower than that of the black dwarves. Compared with the forest dwarves, if the black dwarves live in the mountains, it is already the same as Winter City. Heavy snow closed the mountains.
Although it is called the Central College, only a few small wooden houses have been built so far, which is a bit like the feeling of a traditional wizarding village in England described in ancient poems. Hill thinks this is not bad. The demons and humans who come here to study need to sharpen themselves , rather than enjoying good material treatment. As far as these architectural styles are concerned, the exterior is somewhat similar to Tudor style and French country style - but the two styles are very similar. Most of the exterior walls of the building are half-timbered structures, except for the wood, which are made of turning stones. The high and steep roofs, the extended windows and the curved decoration on the highest floor, although the appearance is dusty, but it has a romantic style in it. in.
Hill intends to gradually expand here and build a college city, of course the architectural style is unified.
Under the leaden gray rain, the entire Academy City looked like a scene from a star movie. Hill held a black umbrella and walked into it, feeling as if he had entered a world that only existed in dreams.
It feels so good to knead the demon world into various shapes step by step.
It was the time after class, and the generals of the Demon Realm were sitting in the lounge, drinking hot coffee, discussing and thinking about war.
"Guys, I hope I'm not bothering you," Hill said with a smile as he opened the door.
Everyone immediately stopped what they were holding, stood up and knelt down almost simultaneously, "My king."
They are all a group of demons who have fought battles, and countless lives are under their hands. Just standing there has a bloody deterrent force. Now these demons kneel down to express their submission. No matter how many times Hill feels A little cool.
"Well, good afternoon, my generals," Hill said.
"Good afternoon, my king." They saluted and got up.
"You continue to discuss, I'm just here to inspect, don't worry about me." Hill said.
A ghost over there went to pour a cup of coffee for Hill with great eyesight. The coffee was hot, mellow, and steaming. The rain outside hit the glass, and we could see the icegrass swaying in the wind in the wilderness. This is a kind of fine pasture, and it usually grows in relatively dry places like here.
"It is necessary for us to reorganize the former army and reorganize it into a small team as a whole, just like what my king mentioned before."
"You didn't say that just now."
"After seeing my king's radiant face, I suddenly figured it out. I think group combat is very feasible."
"I think group combat is important, but what is more important is to reorganize the army according to its role. For example, it is necessary to continue to retain the death squad..."
"That has to be realistic. A hundred slime squads are not as useful as a single dragon."
"Watch your words! It's 'a dragon', not 'a dragon'!"
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Dragon."
"But assuming that a hundred succubi burn their blood at the same time to unleash their clan's soul-recapture technique, then the entire human paladin army probably won't be able to stop it."
"It's best not to let the succubus die, my king likes succubus."
"My king obviously prefers paladins."
Hill: "..."
Let's talk about it, can you not involve me
Hill suddenly realized the feeling of "don't cue my brother, let my brother be beautiful alone" in the fan circle. cough.
Burning one's own strength to make a desperate blow, biting the tip of the tongue to sacrifice weapons with blood, these are the plots that often appear in novels. If it's a paladin doing this, it's sacred and heroic; if it's a villain doing it, it's vicious, paranoid, and full of conspiracy and tricks. Speaking of which, the technical difficulty is really high, bite the tip of the tongue, hello, bite the tip of the tongue every now and then, will you have a big tongue in the future? Hill's mind wandered. And biting his fingers and pressing the blood marks with his hands, Hill always thought this was incredible. Human teeth are not knives, the difficulty of biting a finger is almost as difficult as biting a piece of flesh from the body.
It gradually turned into a torrential rain outside, and the rain dripped from the glass. There was a warm fire in the fireplace in the room, and there was still hot coffee. The arguments among the subordinates gradually faded away, and Hill felt sleepy.
A vampire asked, "My lord, do you have any guidance?"
Hill yawned: "Squad cooperation is a very good idea..." He wanted to say a few more words, but found that his mind was a little blank now, and he didn't want to use his brain: "I will organize a written material for you, tomorrow you One of them will have breakfast with me." Hill plans to copy a bunch of military theories after going back tonight and sort them out, and hand them over to them tomorrow.
I didn't want to use my brain at first, but after saying this sentence, my brain started to turn automatically. Hill thought to himself that he was really a hard worker, and then he continued to say without complaint: "You study hard, but you have to know that theory is death. Yes, people are alive..."
"You mean we use your theory against the living and not the dead?" asked the ghost.
Silka stayed silent for a second, and tried to explain: "I mean, you have to adapt to the situation. Theories can only be used as a reference, and you can't apply it mechanically."
"Okay, my king." Everyone nodded seriously.
Hill assumed that they understood: "Oh yes, and pay attention to air supremacy. I haven't told you about this issue before. When attacking, it must be carried out from the ground, the air and the ground, three directions at the same time."
"Are you talking about the magic dragon?" the general of the magic dragon asked proactively.
"And the ghost birds we bred," Hill said.
"But the lethality of the ghost-faced bird..."
"Other demons can sit on it and become air cavalry." Hill thought for a while, and said, "For example, black dwarves, let the black dwarves carry magic crystal guns, magic crystal explosives and other things-I am currently working with black dwarves. The dwarves communicate about combat weapons. You can propose ideas... no, you all have to propose weapons ideas, um... bring those paladins in the demon world to listen to their opinions." He said while improving himself At this moment, Hill has no sleepiness at all.
Ghost: "Well, my king, although those paladins have made great contributions to the demon world, I don't think they will participate in war if it involves war. After all, they are still human beings."
"Then let me brainwash first... Oh no, pull over and listen to my speech first." Hill said, "I will tell them that war is a means and peace is an end."
"My king, you are truly omnipotent." General Ghost said sincerely.
The clouds outside were thicker, making the whole sky dark. The rain reflected light on the glass, and the fire from the fireplace shone on Hill's side face. He seemed to be smiling: "You can compliment me like this, but don't take it seriously." He got up and walked slowly towards the door , "After all, you are my subordinates, if I am really omnipotent..."
The unfinished words made the faces of the several demons present pale, and the alarm bells rang in their hearts. This is the Lord Demon King. He will talk to them about the art of war and military affairs, but this is still the Lord Demon King. .
If the leader is really omnipotent, then what else is there to do with his subordinates.
When the ghost came, he immediately said in panic, "My king, I..."
"So try to make yourself more useful, gentlemen." After Hill finished speaking, he left the room. The moment he stepped out of the door, the rain outside became heavier. The heavy rain slammed on the wooden roof, and the windows crackled. The ground rings. The demon kings looked outside, and could only see the lead-colored rain curtain blurring everything.
02.
Is it war
Hill's attitude towards war has always been to avoid it as much as possible, but avoidance does not mean evasion, and he will actively respond when necessary.
Some time ago when Hill left from Mulheim, he went to Famagusta. He and Monroe walked in the forest on the edge of Famagusta. This is a primitive, ancient and savage forest. Knowing how old it is, you can often see fallen old trees on the path covered with fallen leaves. Those old trees are full of mold and mushrooms, and there is a damp and rotten smell everywhere. Deep and silent, the strange trees are jagged, their branches and roots are twisted together, the tops of the trees are quite dense, and it is difficult for the moonlight to penetrate.
When they are together, they rarely talk about love, and usually they are task docking, reporting work, and discussing major issues. The time we spend together is consumed by these things. In fact, it is enough to know that there is a companion by your side like this. Sometimes the two were in the same room and did their own work. Hill raised his head from a pile of manuscript papers to look at Monroe. The light around Monroe was darker than the surroundings. Hill liked his cold gray eyes, and he would see Confused, until it caught the attention of Monroe himself.
Sometimes Hill would casually say some nonsense such as "Do you like me", "Do you love me", "How much do you like me", every time Monroe would reply seriously, "You are my everything", "I am willing Imprisoned by you forever", Hill understood that these were not love words, but a vow made by a mixture of various identities, which was so serious that Hill felt embarrassed.
"Is it out of paladin instinct that you are so serious?" Hill asked.
"The paladin's instinct is to keep me away from you," Monroe replied.
Hilton feels very satisfied.
They took a walk in the forest that day, and the two exchanged views on the current political situation.
"It could turn out to be the worst possible situation," Monroe said.
"What's the worst-case scenario?" Hill asked, his voice cynical.
"It's really nothing more than war and death," Monroe said.
"That's right. It's nothing more than that. After you have this awareness, try to avoid it, and if you can't avoid it, actively deal with it... It's just death. Even if you and I die now, you have done enough things, haven't you?" Hill said , the content of his words at the moment is still cynical, but the tone is not joking at all.
"You're right," Monroe said, "but there will always be resentment."
"It's normal to feel unwilling, even for human beings, not to mention the demons who are entangled in desire." Hill said, "But before that, I believe you have made enough awareness."
"I understand, but I want to hear you say it again. My Lord."
The forest was silent and the light was dim, and only his tall figure and white hair could be seen. After a while, his voice was low and low, whispering like a demon gushing from the gap in hell: "If you win, I will enjoy the glory alone. If you lose If so, please go to death with me... a very unfair ending, my only believer, do you have any objections?"
When Monroe responded, there was silence in his cold gray eyes, and the passing shadow was like the shadow cast by a church steeple. It's just that behind the silence woven by the leaves, the stars are like a fire, bursting out small sparks, floating like dandelions along the endless darkness.
"—It's as sweet as sweets."
03.
After returning from the Central Academy, Hill organized a bunch of modern war theories into a booklet that night.
The next morning, it was Gormon, the dragon, who accompanied him for breakfast.
"I thought it was the generals," Hill said.
"I'm also the demon general." Gormond said.
"Oh, I can see, you squeezed them out by virtue of the position of the five elders, and replaced them yourself." Hill said.
"Worthy of being my king, he sees everything clearly." Gormond said.
"Your hair is too thick, you can see it even without sharp inspection." Hill complained smoothly.
"My hair is not very thick, you misunderstood." Gormond said.
Hill: "..." Why are you talking about such weird topics? Is it his fault? Well, down to business. "It's also rare to see you recently. I've worked hard." He said dryly.
"It's a matter of duty." The demon dragon Gormon explained: "Actually, there are two banquets to attend on the human side, but I heard that my king has already started preparing for the battle, so I decided to come back and have a look. Please also My king will punish."
"Okay, then I'll think about what kind of punishment is better." Hill said.
Gormon violated Hill's order. Although it was not a particularly important plan, it should be punished in theory. Like the Central Academy's combination of grace and power before, and now that rewards and punishments are clearly defined, Hill is very organized in this regard and put an end to impulsiveness.
Gormond was a man of steel, and he felt he could take any punishment.
Then I heard Hill say: "Let's publish another photobook."
Gormond: "..." There was a suspicious tremor in his body.
Gormon opened his mouth: "My lord, why don't I continue to go back to the banquet, and I won't participate in the reorganization of the army for the time being."
The corner of Hill's mouth twitched, aha, Gormond, you have today too. "Since you're back, it's settled." He said, "The protest is invalid."
Gormond's full energy immediately felt like a deflated ball.
After that, Hill and Gormond discussed the Air Force for a while.
Gormond: "In terms of combat, apart from the body and flames of the dragon, our roar actually has the effect of shocking the soul."
Hill: "Because it's loud?"
"Of course not, it's just that the voice has its own magical power." Gormon said, "It's a bit similar to a sea monster, but we don't have a confusing effect. Generally speaking, we add some words and sentences to increase the intensity."
"Oh," Hill said, "I get it, it's just for fashion. It's like 'You're looking for your own death!' 'Come up to your death!' or whatever, scare the other person out on the spot."
"Yes, there are also humans who are scared into incontinence," Gormond said.
"...Well, I'm just making a joke. In fact, you don't have to answer it so honestly." Shere Khan.
"Okay, my king." Gormond was a little puzzled, but he still responded, "But if the sentence is too long, it won't have much effect, so we usually use words. For example, death, destruction, etc. Shouting loudly with magic power will shock some enemies until they tremble and lose their fighting power.” Actually, it’s a bit similar to the spirit of words.
Hill touched his chin and put forward his own opinion: "You can also yell '嘿'."
The magic dragon Gormon slowly made a question mark.
Hill continued to touch his chin: "At least the shocking effect has been achieved, isn't it? I guess if you roar, you can stun quite a few enemies without magic power."
Gormond: "…"
Gormon said with difficulty: "Your idea is very powerful, really powerful."
04.
Internally, he has done countless things during this period of time. Externally, Hill's next big move is to make a promotional video for the Fallen Angels. — This is an idea I had when I was filming a promotional video for Mülheim.
This time, Hill launched another Siren singer and asked her to sing the background music of the promotional video of the Fallen Angels—"Scarborough Fair".
It's quite a beautiful piece of music.
The first time Hill heard "Scarborough Fair" was Sarah Brightman's version, it was really shocking. For the first time, he realized the meaning of the sound of nature. What a throat kissed by God, vocal cords swept by angel wings - the last one seems a little itchy, anyway, it's right to add such adjectives to this song.
To put it simply, the beautiful singing seems to come from the sky above the clouds, washing away the impetuousness of the world of the listener.
Hill thought it would be fitting for a fallen angel.
The promotional video of Fallen Angels is very beautiful and artistic.
The white candles burning in the church, the black wings passing by the shadow of the candles.
The strings are plucked, the cross is placed on the table dark bible.
The sun shone through the broken glass, casting the shadow of a fallen angel.
In the first minute, the fallen angels did not appear directly, but only appeared sideways.
In the second minute, the camera finally gave the fallen angel a front view, but it was the silhouette of the fallen angel sitting alone on the top of the church and playing the harp. Behind him was the bloody full moon. This scene was so beautiful that it was unbelievable. This also set off a dark gothic style, and when Hill released the blood family promotional film, the dark gothic style ushered in a big explosion.
This is really an aesthetic blasphemy.
-Of course, this is something.
Next is the floating island. Hill recorded the image of the floating island rising for the first time with a projection stone.
The magnificent floating island, the domain of angels, the waterfalls flying down from the island, coupled with the ethereal singing, are enough to make the audience fascinated and unable to stop.
There are also some very symbolic scenes in it. The angel with white wings walks in the dark, and many withered hands stretch out on the ground trying to catch him. At last he stopped and stretched out his hand to touch those hands. There were tears of compassion in his eyes. The tears dripped down on the ground and released light. Those withered hands turned into ashes little by little, and green grass grew on the desolate ground. And flowers, the angel walked into the mist again, but this time his wing feathers had been dyed black, and he fell voluntarily.
The symbolic meaning here is well understood. When Hill shot, he was quite malicious, quite.
This kind of slow and beautiful promotional film is much easier to shoot than the fast-paced one, and the editing is not very strenuous, so Hill took three days to release it. This efficiency would make people jealous on earth.
As for why the fallen angels were the first one to be photographed, the first reason is that the race of fallen angels is currently quite popular among humans.
Another reason...
The broadcast of the Fallen Angel promotional video naturally attracted a lot of attention. The screening every night for three consecutive days made the audience mesmerized. Island such a miracle! In the next weekend, the churches in the main cities will hold a large-scale sacrifice, and the bishop will show the power of the floating island to the believers through the influence of magic!
So the people from Yulan Empire and Mullheim looked at each other in blank dismay.
What? This, the miracle hit the shirt
Oh yes, Hill's Farming of the Otherworld Demon King has officially entered its second phase—tit for tat.
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