Chapter 182.1 – So, try to make yourself a little more useful, gentlemen.
When Hill arrived at the Central Academy, the rain changed from light to heavy. The temperature in this area was much lower compared with the Black Dwarves’ territory. If the black dwarves lived in the mountains, it would be comparable to Winter City, with snow covering the whole mountain.
Although it is called 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 not bad. The demons and humans who come to study here need to sharpen themselves, rather than enjoy good material treatment. As far as these architectural styles are concerned, the exterior is somewhat similar to Tudor and French country styles – but the two styles are very similar. The exterior walls of the buildings are mostly half-timbered, with the exception of wood, which is made of turning stones. The high and steep roof, the extended windows, and the arc-shaped decoration of the top floor, although the exterior is gray, it has its own romantic atmosphere.
Hill plans to gradually expand here and build an academy city. Of course, the architectural style is unified.
The entire academy city looked like a scene from a movie in the lead-grey rain curtain. Hill walked into it with a black umbrella, feeling as if he had entered a world that only exists in dreams.
It feels so good to transform the demon realm into various shapes step by step in this way.
It is now after-school time, and the generals of the Demon Realm are sitting in the lounge, drinking hot coffee while discussing and envisioning about the war.
“Guys, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Hill said with a smile as he pushed open the door.
Everyone immediately stopped what was in their hands, got up, and knelt down almost simultaneously, “My King.”
All are a group of demons who have fought in wars, with countless lives under their hands, they are already bloody intimidating just standing there, and now, these demons have fallen to their knees to show submission, no matter how many times, Hill also feel a little cool.
“Well, good afternoon, my generals,” Hill said.
“Good afternoon, My King.” They bowed and got up.
“You continue to discuss, I’m just here to inspect, don’t mind me,” Hill said.
One of the ghosts there had the good sense to go and pour a cup of coffee for Hill too, which was piping hot, fragrant, and steaming. Outside, the rain was beating the glass and you could see the multifloral ice grass on the moor swaying in the wind, a fine pasture grass that generally grows in drier places like here.
“It is necessary for us to reorganize the former army, and reorganize the whole into the form of small combat squads, as My King mentioned before.”
“That’s not what you said just now.”
“After seeing the splendid face of My King, I suddenly figured out this matter. I think it is very feasible to fight in groups.”
“I think group combat is important, but what is more important is to reorganize the army according to its role, such as the need to continue to keep the death squads…”
“That also has to be realistic to be successful. A hundred-slime death squad is not as effective as a dragon.”
“Please pay attention to your words! It’s ‘a demon dragon’, not ‘a dragon’!”
“My apologies, Lord Demon Dragon.”
“But assuming that a hundred succubi burn their blood at the same time to unleash their clan’s soul-capturing technique, then a whole army of human paladins would probably not be able to stop it.”
“It’s best not to let the succubus die, My King likes the succubus.”
“My King clearly prefers paladins.”
Hill: “…”
You guys can continue to talk, but can you leave me out of it?
Hill suddenly realized the feeling of “don’t drag my big brother into this, let my big brother be beautiful alone” in the fandom. Cough.
Burn their own power to do a desperate attack, bite the tip of the tongue to do a blood sacrifice, these are often the plot in the novel. If a paladin does this then it is holy and heroic, if the villain does this then it is vicious and paranoid, scheming and cunning. Speaking of which, this technique is really difficult, biting the tip of the tongue, hey, biting the tip of the tongue at every turn, will you still have a tongue in the future? Hill was lost in thought. And biting his fingers and drawing the blood marks with his hands, Hill always thought this 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.
Outside, it was turning into a downpour, with rain dripping down from the glass. There was a warm fire in the fireplace in the room, and there was steaming coffee. The arguments of the subordinates gradually faded away in the background, and Hill became 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 mind was a little blank, and he didn’t want to use his brain: “I will organize a written material for you. Tomorrow, one of you will have breakfast with me.” Hill plans to copy a bunch of military theories after going back tonight and give it to them tomorrow.
He didn’t want to use his brain at first, but after saying this, his brain started to turn automatically. Hill thought to himself that he was really a hard worker, and then he continued to work hard: “You study hard, but you must know that theory is dead (rigid) and people are alive…”
“You mean we use your theories against the living and not the dead?” the ghost asked.
Hill was stuck for a second and tried to explain: “What I mean is, to be flexible, the theory can only be used as a reference, and you can’t just copy it.”
“Okay, My King.” Everyone nodded seriously.
Hill took it as if they understood: “Oh yes, and also pay attention to air dominance. I haven’t told you about this aspect before. When attacking, it must be carried out from the ground, the air, and the underground, from three directions together.”
“You mean the demon dragons?” The Demon Dragon general asked proactively.
“And the ghost-faced birds we’ve raised,” Hill said.
“But the lethality of the ghost-faced bird…”
“Other demons can sit on it and become air cavalry,” Hill thought about it and said, “For example, the black dwarves, let the black dwarves carry magic crystal guns, magic crystal explosives, and other things – I’m currently communicating with the black dwarves on combat weapons. You can come up with ideas… No, you all have to come up with ideas for weapons, um… pull those paladins in the Demon Realm to hear their opinions,” He said while perfecting his idea, at this moment, Hill has completely no sleepiness.
Ghost General: “Uh, My King, although those paladins have made great contributions to the demon realm, I think if it comes to war, they probably won’t get involved, after all, they are still human beings.”
“Then let me brainwash them first… oh no, pull over to listen to my speech first,” Hill said. “I’ll go and tell them that war is the means and peace is the end.”
“My King, you are truly omnipotent,” the Ghost General said sincerely.
Outside, the overcast clouds thickened, darkening the entire sky. The rain reflected brightly on the glass, and the light from the fireplace shone on Hill’s side face, which seemed to be smiling: “You can compliment me like that, but you must not take that seriously.” He got up and walked slowly toward the door, “After all, you are my subordinates, if I am really omnipotent…”
He didn’t finish his mind, and the faces of several demons present turned pale and alarm bells were ringing in their hearts. This is Lord Demon King. He will talk to them about the art of war and military affairs, but this is still Lord Demon King, the Lord Demon King who changed the color of heaven and earth in a fit of anger.
If the leader is really omnipotent, then what else is the use of his subordinates?
The ghost knelt immediately, fearfully and uneasily out, “My King, I…”
“So, try to make yourself a little more useful, gentlemen,” Hill said and left the room. The moment he stepped outside, the rain outside became heavier, heavy rain clattered on the wooden roof, and the windows crackled. The demons looked outside to see the king, but could only see the lead-colored rain curtain blurring everything.
Chapter 182.2 – Officially entered the second stage
War?
Hill’s attitude towards war has always been to avoid it as much as possible, but avoiding it is not the same as running away from it, and he will actively respond to it when necessary.
Some time ago when he left Mulheim, Hill went to Famagusta, he and Monroe walked in the forest at the edge of Famagusta, a primitive, old, and wild woods, who knows how old it is. On the paths covered with fallen leaves can often see fallen ancient trees, those ancient trees are covered with mold and mushrooms, everywhere reeking of damp and rot. Deep and silent, the strange trees were jagged, their branches and roots twisted together, and their tops quite dense, making it difficult for moonlight to penetrate.
In fact, when they are together, they rarely talk about love, usually, they are task matching, reporting work, and discussing major issues. The time we spent together was so consumed by these things, in fact, it was enough to know that they had someone by their side. Sometimes when they were in the same room, each doing his own thing, Hill would look up from the pile of paper to see Monroe, who was surrounded by more obscure light. Hill liked his seeing cold gray eyes, and he would look away when he caught Monroe’s own attention.
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 would reply seriously, “You are my everything”, “I am willing to be imprisoned by you forever”. Hill understood that these were not love words, but an oath made by various identities mixed together, which was serious enough to make Hill feel embarrassed.
“Are you being so serious out of a paladin’s instinct?” Hill asked.
“The paladin’s instinct is to keep me away from you,” Monroe replied.
Hill felt very satisfied at that moment.
They were walking in the forest that day, and the two exchanged views on the current political situation.
Monroe said, “It may turn out to be the worst possible situation.”
“What’s the worst situation?” Hill asked, his voice tinged with cynicism.
“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. If you can’t avoid it, you should actively deal with it… It’s just death, and even if you and I die now, we’ve done enough, haven’t we?” Hill said, the content of his words at the moment is still cynical, but the tone is not at all playful.
“You’re right.” Monroe said, “But there will always be resentment.”
“Resentment is normal for humans, not to mention lust-ridden demons.” Hill said, “But before that, I believe you have done enough to realize that.”
“I understand, but I want to hear you say it again, my Lord.”
The forest was silent, the light was dim, and only his tall figure and white hair could be seen. After a while, his voice was low, like a demon gushing out of the crevices of hell, whispering: “If you win, I will enjoy the glory alone, and if you lose, if so, please accompany me to death… a very unfair ending, my only believer, do you have any objection?”
When Monroe responded, there was silence in his cold gray eyes, and the shadows passing by were like those cast by a church spire. It’s just that behind the silence woven by the leaves, the stars are like a fire, bursting with small sparks, drifting like dandelions along the endless darkness.
“—I am always happy to oblige.”
——
After returning from Central Academy, Hill put together a booklet of modern warfare theories that night.
The next morning, accompanying him for breakfast was actually the Demon Dragon Gormund.
“I thought it was one of the generals,” Hill said.
“I’m also a Demon General,” Gormund said.
“Oh, I see, you squeezed them out using your position as one of the five elders, and replaced them with yourself,” Hill said.
“As expected of My King, insightful and discerning,” Gormund said.
Okay, let’s get down to business. “It is also rare to see you these days, you’ve worked hard,” he said dryly.
“It’s part of the job.” Demon Dragon Gormund explained, “Actually, there are two more banquets to attend on the human side, but I heard that you, My King, have started preparing for the war, so I decided to come back first and have a look. Please also ask My King for punishment.”
“All right, then I’ll think about what punishment is better,” Hill said.
Gormund’s violation of Hill’s orders, while not a particularly important plan, is theoretically punishable. Like the former Central Academy’s combination of grace and power, and now the clear rewards and punishments, Hill is very organized in this regard, and has put an end to his temper.
Gormund is a tough guy who feels he can afford any punishment.
Then he heard Hill say, “Let’s make another photobook.”
Gormund: “…” His body trembled suspiciously.
Gormund opened his mouth: “My King, why don’t I just go back and continue to attend the banquet, I will not participate in the reorganization of the army.”
Hill’s mouth twitched, aha, Gormund ah, you have today too. “Now that you’re back, it’s settled,” he said. “Protest is futile.”
Gormund’s full spirits was like a deflated ball at once.
After that, Hill and Gormund discussed the Air Force for a while.
Gormund: “In terms of combat, in addition to the flesh and flames of the demon dragons, our roar actually has the effect of shocking the soul.”
Hill: “Because of the loud sound?”
“Of course not, but the sound has its own magic,” Gormund said. “It’s similar to a siren, but we do not have the effect of confusion. Generally, we will add some words and sentences to increase the intensity.”
“Oh,” Hill said, “I see, it’s fashion value. Like, ‘You’re looking for death! or ‘Come and meet your demise!’ or something like that, scare the other party to death on the spot.”
“Yes, there are humans who got so scared they died on the spot,” Gormund said.
“…Well, I’m just using a meme, in fact, you don’t have to agree to it so honestly,” said Hill, sweating.
“Okay, My King,” Gormund was a little confused, but agreed, “but if the sentence is too long, it won’t have much effect, so we usually use single word. For example, die, annihilate, and so on. If we use magic to amplify the roar, some enemies will be so shocked, their whole body will lose combat power.” In fact, it is a bit similar to Kotodama (power of words).
Hill touched his chin and put forward his own opinion: “You can also yell ‘birds’.”
Demon Dragon Gormund slowly appeared a question mark.
Hill continued to touch his jaw: “At least the shocking effect is achieved, isn’t it? I guess if you roar, you can stun a considerable part of the enemy without magic.”
Gormund: “…”
Gormund said with difficulty: “Your idea is very powerful, really powerful.”
——
Internally, he has done countless things during this time. Externally, Hill’s next big move is to shoot a promotional video for the Fallen Angels. —This is the idea he got when he made a promotional video for Mülheim.
This time, Hill introduced a 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 version of “Scarborough Fair” Hill heard was Sarah Brightman’s version, and it really shocked him. That was the first time he experienced the meaning of the heavenly voice. What ‘a voice kissed by God’ was, what ‘vocal cords swept by angel wings’ was—the last one seems a little ticklish, anyway, such adjectives are right to add to this song.
To put it simply, the beautiful singing seems to come from above the clouds, washing away the impetuousness of the listener’s world.
Hill thinks this is a good fit for the fallen angels.
The Fallen Angel’s promotional video is very beautiful and artistic.
The white candles burning in the church, the black wings crossing in the candle shadows.
The plucked strings, the cross placed on top of a dark bible on the table.
The sun shone through the broken glass, casting the shadow of a fallen angel.
In the first minute, the fallen angel did not appear directly, just side appearances.
In the second minute, the camera finally gave the fallen angel a frontal view, but it was the silhouette of the fallen angel sitting alone on the top of the church and playing the harp, with a blood-colored full moon behind him. This scene was incredibly beautiful. This also set off a dark gothic style. When Hill released the Blood clan’s promotional video, the dark gothic style ushered in a major explosion.
This is really aesthetically blasphemous.
—Of course, this is something for later.
Next is the Floating Island. Hill recorded the first rise of the Floating Island with a projection stone. This time, it was just reorganized and put in the Fallen Angel’s promotional video.
The splendid and magnificent Floating Island, the realm of angels, the waterfalls cascading straight down from the island, coupled with the ethereal singing, are enough to keep the audience spellbound.
There are also some very symbolic scenes in it. The white-winged angel walks in the dark, and there are many withered hands on the ground trying to grab him. Finally, he stopped and reached out to those hands. There were tears of compassion in his eyes. The tears fell on the ground and released light. The withered hands turned to ashes little by little, and the desolate ground grew green grass and flowers. The angel walked into the mist again, but this time, his wing feathers had been dyed black, and he voluntarily fell.
The symbolism here is well understood. Hill was a little ill-intentioned when he filmed this, just a little bit.
This kind of slow and graceful promotional film is much simpler to shoot than the intense rhythm, and the editing is not very laborious, so Hill finished and released it in three days. This kind of efficiency will make people on Earth jealous.
As for why the first shot is the Fallen Angels, the first reason is that the Fallen Angel race is currently quite popular among humans.
Another reason…
The Fallen Angels’ promotional video naturally attracted a lot of attention. The screenings every night for three consecutive days made the audience fascinated, but before everyone could react, the Church announced: The God of Light has sent down a miracle, mankind has a miracle, the Floating Island! Next weekend, all the churches in the main cities will hold a large festival, and the Lord Bishop will show the greatness of the floating island to the believers through magical influence!
So, the people from the Magnolia Empire and Mülheim looked at each other.
What? This, a miracle clash?
Oh yes, Hill’s Otherworld Demon King Farming has officially entered the second stage – tit for tat.
Chapter 182.1 – So, try to make yourself a little more useful, gentlemen.
When Hill arrived at the Central Academy, the rain changed from light to heavy. The temperature in this area was much lower compared with the Black Dwarves’ territory. If the black dwarves lived in the mountains, it would be comparable to Winter City, with snow covering the whole mountain.
Although it is called 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 not bad. The demons and humans who come to study here need to sharpen themselves, rather than enjoy good material treatment. As far as these architectural styles are concerned, the exterior is somewhat similar to Tudor and French country styles – but the two styles are very similar. The exterior walls of the buildings are mostly half-timbered, with the exception of wood, which is made of turning stones. The high and steep roof, the extended windows, and the arc-shaped decoration of the top floor, although the exterior is gray, it has its own romantic atmosphere.
Hill plans to gradually expand here and build an academy city. Of course, the architectural style is unified.
The entire academy city looked like a scene from a movie in the lead-grey rain curtain. Hill walked into it with a black umbrella, feeling as if he had entered a world that only exists in dreams.
It feels so good to transform the demon realm into various shapes step by step in this way.
It is now after-school time, and the generals of the Demon Realm are sitting in the lounge, drinking hot coffee while discussing and envisioning about the war.
“Guys, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Hill said with a smile as he pushed open the door.
Everyone immediately stopped what was in their hands, got up, and knelt down almost simultaneously, “My King.”
All are a group of demons who have fought in wars, with countless lives under their hands, they are already bloody intimidating just standing there, and now, these demons have fallen to their knees to show submission, no matter how many times, Hill also feel a little cool.
“Well, good afternoon, my generals,” Hill said.
“Good afternoon, My King.” They bowed and got up.
“You continue to discuss, I’m just here to inspect, don’t mind me,” Hill said.
One of the ghosts there had the good sense to go and pour a cup of coffee for Hill too, which was piping hot, fragrant, and steaming. Outside, the rain was beating the glass and you could see the multifloral ice grass on the moor swaying in the wind, a fine pasture grass that generally grows in drier places like here.
“It is necessary for us to reorganize the former army, and reorganize the whole into the form of small combat squads, as My King mentioned before.”
“That’s not what you said just now.”
“After seeing the splendid face of My King, I suddenly figured out this matter. I think it is very feasible to fight in groups.”
“I think group combat is important, but what is more important is to reorganize the army according to its role, such as the need to continue to keep the death squads…”
“That also has to be realistic to be successful. A hundred-slime death squad is not as effective as a dragon.”
“Please pay attention to your words! It’s ‘a demon dragon’, not ‘a dragon’!”
“My apologies, Lord Demon Dragon.”
“But assuming that a hundred succubi burn their blood at the same time to unleash their clan’s soul-capturing technique, then a whole army of human paladins would probably not be able to stop it.”
“It’s best not to let the succubus die, My King likes the succubus.”
“My King clearly prefers paladins.”
Hill: “…”
You guys can continue to talk, but can you leave me out of it?
Hill suddenly realized the feeling of “don’t drag my big brother into this, let my big brother be beautiful alone” in the fandom. Cough.
Burn their own power to do a desperate attack, bite the tip of the tongue to do a blood sacrifice, these are often the plot in the novel. If a paladin does this then it is holy and heroic, if the villain does this then it is vicious and paranoid, scheming and cunning. Speaking of which, this technique is really difficult, biting the tip of the tongue, hey, biting the tip of the tongue at every turn, will you still have a tongue in the future? Hill was lost in thought. And biting his fingers and drawing the blood marks with his hands, Hill always thought this 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.
Outside, it was turning into a downpour, with rain dripping down from the glass. There was a warm fire in the fireplace in the room, and there was steaming coffee. The arguments of the subordinates gradually faded away in the background, and Hill became 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 mind was a little blank, and he didn’t want to use his brain: “I will organize a written material for you. Tomorrow, one of you will have breakfast with me.” Hill plans to copy a bunch of military theories after going back tonight and give it to them tomorrow.
He didn’t want to use his brain at first, but after saying this, his brain started to turn automatically. Hill thought to himself that he was really a hard worker, and then he continued to work hard: “You study hard, but you must know that theory is dead (rigid) and people are alive…”
“You mean we use your theories against the living and not the dead?” the ghost asked.
Hill was stuck for a second and tried to explain: “What I mean is, to be flexible, the theory can only be used as a reference, and you can’t just copy it.”
“Okay, My King.” Everyone nodded seriously.
Hill took it as if they understood: “Oh yes, and also pay attention to air dominance. I haven’t told you about this aspect before. When attacking, it must be carried out from the ground, the air, and the underground, from three directions together.”
“You mean the demon dragons?” The Demon Dragon general asked proactively.
“And the ghost-faced birds we’ve raised,” Hill said.
“But the lethality of the ghost-faced bird…”
“Other demons can sit on it and become air cavalry,” Hill thought about it and said, “For example, the black dwarves, let the black dwarves carry magic crystal guns, magic crystal explosives, and other things – I’m currently communicating with the black dwarves on combat weapons. You can come up with ideas… No, you all have to come up with ideas for weapons, um… pull those paladins in the Demon Realm to hear their opinions,” He said while perfecting his idea, at this moment, Hill has completely no sleepiness.
Ghost General: “Uh, My King, although those paladins have made great contributions to the demon realm, I think if it comes to war, they probably won’t get involved, after all, they are still human beings.”
“Then let me brainwash them first… oh no, pull over to listen to my speech first,” Hill said. “I’ll go and tell them that war is the means and peace is the end.”
“My King, you are truly omnipotent,” the Ghost General said sincerely.
Outside, the overcast clouds thickened, darkening the entire sky. The rain reflected brightly on the glass, and the light from the fireplace shone on Hill’s side face, which seemed to be smiling: “You can compliment me like that, but you must not take that seriously.” He got up and walked slowly toward the door, “After all, you are my subordinates, if I am really omnipotent…”
He didn’t finish his mind, and the faces of several demons present turned pale and alarm bells were ringing in their hearts. This is Lord Demon King. He will talk to them about the art of war and military affairs, but this is still Lord Demon King, the Lord Demon King who changed the color of heaven and earth in a fit of anger.
If the leader is really omnipotent, then what else is the use of his subordinates?
The ghost knelt immediately, fearfully and uneasily out, “My King, I…”
“So, try to make yourself a little more useful, gentlemen,” Hill said and left the room. The moment he stepped outside, the rain outside became heavier, heavy rain clattered on the wooden roof, and the windows crackled. The demons looked outside to see the king, but could only see the lead-colored rain curtain blurring everything.
Chapter 182.2 – Officially entered the second stage
War?
Hill’s attitude towards war has always been to avoid it as much as possible, but avoiding it is not the same as running away from it, and he will actively respond to it when necessary.
Some time ago when he left Mulheim, Hill went to Famagusta, he and Monroe walked in the forest at the edge of Famagusta, a primitive, old, and wild woods, who knows how old it is. On the paths covered with fallen leaves can often see fallen ancient trees, those ancient trees are covered with mold and mushrooms, everywhere reeking of damp and rot. Deep and silent, the strange trees were jagged, their branches and roots twisted together, and their tops quite dense, making it difficult for moonlight to penetrate.
In fact, when they are together, they rarely talk about love, usually, they are task matching, reporting work, and discussing major issues. The time we spent together was so consumed by these things, in fact, it was enough to know that they had someone by their side. Sometimes when they were in the same room, each doing his own thing, Hill would look up from the pile of paper to see Monroe, who was surrounded by more obscure light. Hill liked his seeing cold gray eyes, and he would look away when he caught Monroe’s own attention.
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 would reply seriously, “You are my everything”, “I am willing to be imprisoned by you forever”. Hill understood that these were not love words, but an oath made by various identities mixed together, which was serious enough to make Hill feel embarrassed.
“Are you being so serious out of a paladin’s instinct?” Hill asked.
“The paladin’s instinct is to keep me away from you,” Monroe replied.
Hill felt very satisfied at that moment.
They were walking in the forest that day, and the two exchanged views on the current political situation.
Monroe said, “It may turn out to be the worst possible situation.”
“What’s the worst situation?” Hill asked, his voice tinged with cynicism.
“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. If you can’t avoid it, you should actively deal with it… It’s just death, and even if you and I die now, we’ve done enough, haven’t we?” Hill said, the content of his words at the moment is still cynical, but the tone is not at all playful.
“You’re right.” Monroe said, “But there will always be resentment.”
“Resentment is normal for humans, not to mention lust-ridden demons.” Hill said, “But before that, I believe you have done enough to realize that.”
“I understand, but I want to hear you say it again, my Lord.”
The forest was silent, the light was dim, and only his tall figure and white hair could be seen. After a while, his voice was low, like a demon gushing out of the crevices of hell, whispering: “If you win, I will enjoy the glory alone, and if you lose, if so, please accompany me to death… a very unfair ending, my only believer, do you have any objection?”
When Monroe responded, there was silence in his cold gray eyes, and the shadows passing by were like those cast by a church spire. It’s just that behind the silence woven by the leaves, the stars are like a fire, bursting with small sparks, drifting like dandelions along the endless darkness.
“—I am always happy to oblige.”
——
After returning from Central Academy, Hill put together a booklet of modern warfare theories that night.
The next morning, accompanying him for breakfast was actually the Demon Dragon Gormund.
“I thought it was one of the generals,” Hill said.
“I’m also a Demon General,” Gormund said.
“Oh, I see, you squeezed them out using your position as one of the five elders, and replaced them with yourself,” Hill said.
“As expected of My King, insightful and discerning,” Gormund said.
Okay, let’s get down to business. “It is also rare to see you these days, you’ve worked hard,” he said dryly.
“It’s part of the job.” Demon Dragon Gormund explained, “Actually, there are two more banquets to attend on the human side, but I heard that you, My King, have started preparing for the war, so I decided to come back first and have a look. Please also ask My King for punishment.”
“All right, then I’ll think about what punishment is better,” Hill said.
Gormund’s violation of Hill’s orders, while not a particularly important plan, is theoretically punishable. Like the former Central Academy’s combination of grace and power, and now the clear rewards and punishments, Hill is very organized in this regard, and has put an end to his temper.
Gormund is a tough guy who feels he can afford any punishment.
Then he heard Hill say, “Let’s make another photobook.”
Gormund: “…” His body trembled suspiciously.
Gormund opened his mouth: “My King, why don’t I just go back and continue to attend the banquet, I will not participate in the reorganization of the army.”
Hill’s mouth twitched, aha, Gormund ah, you have today too. “Now that you’re back, it’s settled,” he said. “Protest is futile.”
Gormund’s full spirits was like a deflated ball at once.
After that, Hill and Gormund discussed the Air Force for a while.
Gormund: “In terms of combat, in addition to the flesh and flames of the demon dragons, our roar actually has the effect of shocking the soul.”
Hill: “Because of the loud sound?”
“Of course not, but the sound has its own magic,” Gormund said. “It’s similar to a siren, but we do not have the effect of confusion. Generally, we will add some words and sentences to increase the intensity.”
“Oh,” Hill said, “I see, it’s fashion value. Like, ‘You’re looking for death! or ‘Come and meet your demise!’ or something like that, scare the other party to death on the spot.”
“Yes, there are humans who got so scared they died on the spot,” Gormund said.
“…Well, I’m just using a meme, in fact, you don’t have to agree to it so honestly,” said Hill, sweating.
“Okay, My King,” Gormund was a little confused, but agreed, “but if the sentence is too long, it won’t have much effect, so we usually use single word. For example, die, annihilate, and so on. If we use magic to amplify the roar, some enemies will be so shocked, their whole body will lose combat power.” In fact, it is a bit similar to Kotodama (power of words).
Hill touched his chin and put forward his own opinion: “You can also yell ‘birds’.”
Demon Dragon Gormund slowly appeared a question mark.
Hill continued to touch his jaw: “At least the shocking effect is achieved, isn’t it? I guess if you roar, you can stun a considerable part of the enemy without magic.”
Gormund: “…”
Gormund said with difficulty: “Your idea is very powerful, really powerful.”
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Internally, he has done countless things during this time. Externally, Hill’s next big move is to shoot a promotional video for the Fallen Angels. —This is the idea he got when he made a promotional video for Mülheim.
This time, Hill introduced a 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 version of “Scarborough Fair” Hill heard was Sarah Brightman’s version, and it really shocked him. That was the first time he experienced the meaning of the heavenly voice. What ‘a voice kissed by God’ was, what ‘vocal cords swept by angel wings’ was—the last one seems a little ticklish, anyway, such adjectives are right to add to this song.
To put it simply, the beautiful singing seems to come from above the clouds, washing away the impetuousness of the listener’s world.
Hill thinks this is a good fit for the fallen angels.
The Fallen Angel’s promotional video is very beautiful and artistic.
The white candles burning in the church, the black wings crossing in the candle shadows.
The plucked strings, the cross placed on top of a dark bible on the table.
The sun shone through the broken glass, casting the shadow of a fallen angel.
In the first minute, the fallen angel did not appear directly, just side appearances.
In the second minute, the camera finally gave the fallen angel a frontal view, but it was the silhouette of the fallen angel sitting alone on the top of the church and playing the harp, with a blood-colored full moon behind him. This scene was incredibly beautiful. This also set off a dark gothic style. When Hill released the Blood clan’s promotional video, the dark gothic style ushered in a major explosion.
This is really aesthetically blasphemous.
—Of course, this is something for later.
Next is the Floating Island. Hill recorded the first rise of the Floating Island with a projection stone. This time, it was just reorganized and put in the Fallen Angel’s promotional video.
The splendid and magnificent Floating Island, the realm of angels, the waterfalls cascading straight down from the island, coupled with the ethereal singing, are enough to keep the audience spellbound.
There are also some very symbolic scenes in it. The white-winged angel walks in the dark, and there are many withered hands on the ground trying to grab him. Finally, he stopped and reached out to those hands. There were tears of compassion in his eyes. The tears fell on the ground and released light. The withered hands turned to ashes little by little, and the desolate ground grew green grass and flowers. The angel walked into the mist again, but this time, his wing feathers had been dyed black, and he voluntarily fell.
The symbolism here is well understood. Hill was a little ill-intentioned when he filmed this, just a little bit.
This kind of slow and graceful promotional film is much simpler to shoot than the intense rhythm, and the editing is not very laborious, so Hill finished and released it in three days. This kind of efficiency will make people on Earth jealous.
As for why the first shot is the Fallen Angels, the first reason is that the Fallen Angel race is currently quite popular among humans.
Another reason…
The Fallen Angels’ promotional video naturally attracted a lot of attention. The screenings every night for three consecutive days made the audience fascinated, but before everyone could react, the Church announced: The God of Light has sent down a miracle, mankind has a miracle, the Floating Island! Next weekend, all the churches in the main cities will hold a large festival, and the Lord Bishop will show the greatness of the floating island to the believers through magical influence!
So, the people from the Magnolia Empire and Mülheim looked at each other.
What? This, a miracle clash?
Oh yes, Hill’s Otherworld Demon King Farming has officially entered the second stage – tit for tat.
