Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When Hill arrived at Central College, the rain changed from small to heavier. The temperature in this area was much lower than that of the black dwarf. Compared with the forest dwarf, if it was a black dwarf living in the mountains, it was already close to Wintery City. The mountain was sealed by the same heavy snow.

Although it is called the Central Academy, only a few small wooden houses have been built, which is a bit like the traditional British wizard village described in ancient poems. Hill thinks this is also good. The demons and humans who come to study here need to sharpen themselves. , Rather than enjoying good material treatment. As far as these architectural styles are concerned, the appearance is somewhat similar to Tudor style and French country style-but these two styles are very similar at first. The exterior walls of the buildings are mostly half-timbered structures. Except for wood, they are constructed of turning stones. The high and steep roof, the extended windows and the arc-shaped decoration of the highest floor. Although the exterior is gray, it has its own romantic style. in.

Hill intends to gradually expand here and build a college city out of it, of course, the architectural style is uniform.

The entire Academy City looked like the scenery shown in a star film under the lead-gray rain screen. Hill walked into it with a black umbrella, feeling as if he had entered a world that only exists in dreams.

It’s so good to feel that the Demon World has been squeezed into various shapes step by step.

It is now time after class. The generals of the Demon World are sitting in the lounge, drinking hot coffee while discussing and thinking about war.

"Guys, I hope I didn't bother you." Hill opened the door and said with a smile.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were holding, and got up and knelt almost simultaneously, "My King."

They are all a group of war-fighting demons. The lives under their hands are countless. Just standing there is a **** deterrent. Now these demons are kneeling to express their surrender, no matter how many times Hill feels Kind of cool.

"Well, good afternoon, my generals." Hill said.

"Good afternoon, my king." They saluted and got up.

"You continue to discuss, I just come to inspect, leave me alone." Hill said.

A ghost over there went and poured Hill with a cup of coffee with great eyesight. The coffee was hot, mellow and steaming. The rain outside is hitting the glass, and you can see the glacial grass on the wilderness swaying in the wind. This is a kind of fine pasture, which generally grows in a relatively dry place like this.

"It is necessary for us to reorganize the former army, and reorganize the whole into small teams, just like my king mentioned before."

"You didn't say that just now."

"After seeing my king's brilliant face, I suddenly figured it out. I think group combat is very feasible."

"I think group operations are important, but more important is to reorganize the army according to its role. For example, it is necessary to continue to retain the death squad..."

"That also has to have practical significance. A hundred slime death squads are not as effective as a monster."

"Please pay attention to your words! It's ‘a magic dragon’, not ‘a magic dragon’!"

"Sorry, Lord Devil Dragon."

"But if one hundred succubuses are allowed to burn their blood at the same time to release their clan's soul-killing technique, then the entire Paladin army of humans will probably be unstoppable."

"It's better not to let the succubus die, my king likes succubus."

"My king obviously prefers Paladins."

Hill: "..."

If you talk about it, can you not get involved with me?

Hill suddenly realized the feeling of "don't cue my brother, let my brother be beautiful alone" in the meal circle. cough.

Burning one's own power to make a desperate blow, biting the tip of the tongue to sacrifice weapons in blood, these are the plots often found in novels. If the paladin did this, it would be sacred and heroic, if the villain did it, it would be vicious and paranoid, and conspiracy and intrigue would emerge endlessly. Speaking of it, the technical difficulty is really very high. Bite the tip of your tongue, hey, you can bite the tip of your tongue at all times. Will you have a big tongue in the future? Hill wandered away. He also bit his finger and pressed the blood mark with his hand, which Hill always thought was incredible. Human teeth are not knives, and the difficulty of biting a finger is almost as difficult as biting a piece of meat from the body.

It gradually became pouring rain outside, and the rain dripped from the glass. There was a warm fire in the fireplace in the room, as well as hot coffee. The arguing of the subordinates gradually faded away, and Hill felt sleepy.

A vampire asked: "My king, 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 brain is a bit blank now, and he didn't want to use his brain: "I will sort out a written material for you, tomorrow One of you will have breakfast with me." Hill is going to go back tonight and copy a bunch of military theories to sort it out, and give them to them tomorrow.

I didn’t want to use my brain, but after I said this, his mind automatically started to turn. Hill thought that he was really exhausted, and then he continued to say: "You guys study hard, but you have to know that the theory is dead. Yes, people are alive..."

"Do you mean that we use your theory to deal with the living instead of the dead?" the ghost asked.

Hilka shelled for a second, trying to explain: "What I mean is, to adapt to changes, theory can only be used as a reference, not mechanically."

"Okay, my king." Everyone nodded seriously.

Hill thought they understood: "Oh yes, and pay attention to air supremacy. I haven't told you about this issue before. The attack must be carried out from the ground, the air and the underground, three directions together."

"Are you talking about the Devil Dragon?" The Devil Dragon general asked actively.

Hill said: "And the ghost face bird we cultivated."

"But the lethality of the ghost face 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 spears, magic crystal explosives and other things-I am currently working with The black dwarves communicate about combat weapons. You can come up with ideas... No, you all have to come up with ideas for weapons, um... pull the paladins in the demon world to listen to their opinions." He said as he said. Perfecting his own thoughts, Hill has no sleepiness at all at this moment.

Ghost: "Uh, my king, although those Paladins have made a lot of contributions to the demon world, I think if it comes to war, they will probably not participate, after all, they are still humans."

"Then let me brainwash first...oh no, first pull over to listen to my speech." Hill said, "I will tell them that war is a means and peace is an end."

"My king, you are really omnipotent." The ghost general said sincerely.

The clouds outside became thicker and darkened the entire sky. 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 you must not take it seriously." He got up and walked slowly to the door. "After all, you are my subordinates, if I am really almighty..."

If there is still not enough meaning, the several demons present are a little pale, and the alarm bells are loud in their hearts. This is Lord Demon. He will talk to them about the art of war and military affairs, but this is still Lord Demon, the Lord Demon who is angry and the world changes. .

If the leader is really omnipotent, then what else do your subordinates do.

When the ghost descended, he immediately uttered anxiously: "My king, I..."

"So try to make yourself more useful, Junjun." After Hill finished speaking, he left the room. As soon as he stepped out, the rain outside became heavier. The heavy rain hit the wooden roof and the windows crackled. Ground sound. When the demons looked outside, they could only see the lead-colored rain curtain obscured everything.

02.

War?

Hill's attitude towards war has always been to avoid as much as possible, but avoiding does not mean avoiding, and he will actively respond when necessary.

When Hill left from Mulheim some time ago, Hill went to Famagusta. He and Monroe were walking in the forest on the edge of Famagusta. This is a primitive, ancient and savage wood. Knowing how old it is, you can often see fallen old trees on the path covered with fallen leaves. Those old trees are covered with mold and mushrooms, and they are full of damp and corrupt atmospheres. Deep and silent, strange trees are rugged, their branches and roots are twisted together, the tops of the trees are quite dense, and it is difficult for moonlight to penetrate.

When they are together, they rarely talk about love. They usually match tasks, report on work, and discuss major issues. The time together is consumed by these things, in fact, it is enough to know that there is a company around like this. Sometimes the two of them live in the same room and do their own things. Hill looks up at Monroe from a pile of manuscripts. The light around Monroe is darker than the surroundings. Hill likes his cold gray eyes and he will see. Frozen, until he attracted the attention of Monroe himself.

Sometimes Hill would casually say nonsense such as "Do you like me", "Do you love me", "How much do you like me", and every time Monroe will reply very seriously, "You are everything to me" and "I am willing." Being imprisoned by you forever", Hill understands that this is not a love story, but a vow made by a mixture of various identities. This is so serious that Hill feels embarrassed.

"Is it because of the paladin's instinct that you are so serious?" Hill asked.

"The instinct of the paladin keeps me away from you." Monroe replied.

I felt very satisfied when I was at Hilton.

They were walking in the forest that day, and the two exchanged views on the current political situation.

Monroe said: "Maybe it will become the worst situation."

"What's the worst situation?" Hill asked, his voice cynical.

"In fact, it is nothing more than war and death." Monroe said.

"Yes. It's nothing more than that. After you have this awareness, try to avoid it, and if you can't avoid it, you will actively respond... It's just death. Even if you and I die now, you have done enough things, haven't you?" Hill Said that the content of his words at the moment is still cynical, but the tone is not joking at all.

"You are right," Monroe said, "but he will always be unwilling."

"It's normal for human beings to be unwilling, not to mention the demons ridden with desires." Hill said, "but before that, I believe you have made enough enlightenment."

"I understand, but I want to hear you say it again. My lord."

The forest is silent and the light is dim. Only his tall figure and white hair can be seen. For a long while, his voice is low, like a demon whispering from the crevices of hell: "If I win, I will enjoy the glory alone, but I lose. If you do, please rush to death with me...very unfair ending, my only believer, do you have any objections?"

When Monroe responded, there was silence in his cold gray eyes, and the shadows passing by were like those cast by a church steeple. It's just that behind the silence of the leaves, the stars are like a fire, bursting out small sparks, floating like dandelions along the endless darkness.

"——The sweetness of sweetness."

03.

After returning from the Central Academy, Hill organized a bunch of modern warfare theories into a pamphlet that night.

Accompanied to eat breakfast the next morning was the magic dragon Gormon.

"I thought it was the generals." Hill said.

"I am also a general of the demons." Gormon said.

"Oh, I can see it, you squeezed them away by virtue of the position of the five elders, and replaced you on your own." Hill said.

"As expected to be my king, he has an insight into the fire and knows the details." Gormond said.

"You are too thick, you can see it without observing it." Hill murmured smoothly.

"My hair is not very thick, you have misunderstood." Gormond said.

Hill: "..." How to say the topic is so weird, is it his fault? Okay, let's talk about business. "It's rare to see you lately. It's hard work." He said dryly.

"It's part of the business." Demon Dragon Gormon explained: "In fact, there are two other parties to attend on the human side, but I heard that my king, you have already started preparing for the battle, so I decided to come back first. Please also My king punishes."

"All right, then I think about what punishment is better." Hill said.

Gormond violated Hill's order, although it is not a particularly important plan, but theoretically it should be punished. Like the former Central Academy’s combination of grace and prestige, and like the current rewards and punishments, Hill is very organized in this regard, and puts an end to arrogance.

Gormond is a tough man of steel, and he feels he can afford any punishment.

Then I heard Hill say: "I will publish a photo book again."

Gormond: "..." There was a suspicious tremor in his body.

Gormond opened his mouth: "My king, if I continue to go back to the banquet, I will not participate in the reorganization of the army."

The corner of Hill's mouth twitched, aha, Gormond, you have today too. "Since you are back, this matter is confirmed." He said, "The protest is invalid."

Gormond's full spirit immediately became like a frustrated ball.

After that, Hill and Gormond discussed the Air Force for a while.

Gormond: "In terms of combat, in addition to the body and flames of the dragon, our roar actually has a soul-shaking effect."

Hill: "Because the voice is loud?"

"Um, of course not, but the voice has its own magic." Gormond said, "Some are similar to the Kraken, but we have no confusing effect. Generally speaking, we will add some words and sentences to increase the intensity."

"Oh," Hill said, "I understand, it's just to use the fashion value. For example, ‘you are killing yourself!’ ‘Come up to meet your death!’ What, scare the other person to pee on the spot."

"Yes, there are also humans who are scared into incontinence." Gormond said.

"...Well, I'm just a stalker, in fact, you don't have to answer it so honestly." Hill Khan.

"Okay, my king." Gormond was a little confused, but he still responded. "But if the sentence is too long, it will not have much effect, so we usually use words. For example, death, destruction, etc., If the magic power is instigated and roared out loudly, some enemies will be shaken to the point of trembling and losing their combat effectiveness." In fact, it is a bit similar to Yan Ling.

Hill touched his chin and put forward his own opinion: "You can also yell ‘Beep’."

The magic dragon Gormond slowly played a question mark.

Hill continued to touch his chin: "At least the shocking effect is achieved, isn't it? I guess if you roar, you can scare a considerable part of the enemy without magic."

Gormond: "..."

Gormond said with difficulty: "Your idea is very powerful, really powerful."

04.

He did countless things during this period of time internally, and externally, the next big action Hill did was to shoot a promotional video for the Fallen Angels. ——This is the idea when I made the promotional video for Mülheim.

This time, Hill introduced a Kraken singer who asked her to sing the background music of the promo of the Fallen Angels-"Scarborough Fair".

This is quite beautiful music.

The first time Hill heard "Scarborough Fair" was Sarah Brightman's version, it was really shocking and inexplicable. For the first time, he realized the meaning of the sound of heaven. What the voice kissed by God, the vocal cords swept by angel wings—the last one seems a little itchy, anyway, this kind of adjectives are right to add to this song.

To put it simply, that beautiful song seems to come from the sky above the clouds, washing the listener's impetuosity in the world.

Hill thinks this is suitable for fallen angels.

The promo film of Fallen Angel is very beautiful and artistic.

The white candles burning in the church, the black wings across the shadow of the candle.

The fiddle of the strings, the cross was placed on the dark bible on the table.

The sunlight came in through the broken glass, casting the shadow of the fallen angel.

For the first minute, the Fallen Angel didn't directly appear on the stage, but appeared from the side.

In the second minute, the camera finally gave the fallen angel a face, but it was the silhouette of the fallen angel sitting alone on the top of the church and playing the harp. Behind him was a full blood moon. This scene was incredibly beautiful. This also set off a dark gothic wind, and when Hill released the blood family promotional film, the dark gothic wind ushered in a big explosion.

This is really blasphemous aesthetically.

--Of course, this is something.

The next step is the floating island. Hill recorded the first rise of the floating island with a projection stone. This time it happened to be reorganized and put in the promotional video of the fallen angel.

The splendid and magnificent floating island, the realm of angels, and the waterfalls that flow down from the island, coupled with the ethereal singing, are enough to make the audience fascinated and want to stop.

There are also some very symbolic scenes. White-winged angels are walking in the dark, with many withered hands on the ground trying to catch him. Finally he stopped and stretched out his hands to touch those hands. There were tears of compassion in his eyes. The tears fell on the ground and released light. Those withered hands turned into ashes, and the desolate ground grew green grass. With flowers, the angel walked into the mist again, but this time his wing feathers had been dyed black, and he fell voluntarily.

The symbolism here is well understood. When Hill was shooting, it was quite unkind and quite.

This kind of slow and beautiful promotional film is much easier to shoot than the rhythm, and the editing is not very laborious, so Hill came out in three days. This efficiency will make people jealous when placed on the earth.

As for why the first shot was the Fallen Angel, the first reason is that the Fallen Angel race is currently quite popular among humans.

Another reason...

The broadcast of the Fallen Angel propaganda naturally attracted a lot of attention. The nightly screenings for three consecutive days made the audience mesmerized, but before everyone could react, the church announced: The God of Light has descended a miracle, and mankind has a floating space. This miracle of the island! On the next weekend, the churches in the major cities will hold a large-scale sacrifice. The bishop will use magic influence to show the power of the floating island to the believers!

So the Magnolia Empire and the people in Milheim looked at each other.

What? Is this miraculous?

Oh yes, Hill's farming of the Demon King in the other world has officially entered the second stage-tit for tat.

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