Researching the Magic Weave Was Bound to Draw Certain Beings Out

William casually explained to Hill the basic facts about the Archdevil. Since he had already appeared, there was no need to keep it secret anymore.

He believed Hill absolutely could not be deceived by a devil.

Not only was Hill's character steadfast and kind, but there were probably few people in this world who could suppress the natural aura around Hill and lie to him right in front of it.

William could understand why Hill did not want to stay in crowded places. The mortal world was made up mostly of lies, some evasive half-truths, and very little honesty.

If Hill were in a noisy place, his mind would probably be muddled by the noise. Nature Consciousness must be constantly shouting, "Lies!"

Spencer came over with a tablet in hand. "Can the Undead only watch from outside now? Can that Archdevil close the sea-water entrance?

"They can still watch the spectacle and bet on when the devil will manage to close the sea-water passage. But if they have nothing else to do, they won't be able to hold out for long, will they?

"Besides, fewer and fewer devils are coming out for them to kill. They're probably all hiding up high, waiting for their lord to return victorious!"

William turned to glance at the giant screen. "Have them build Ice Walls around the capital. Holy Rain must not stop. It would be even better if they could construct a Holy Wall."

"That Archdevil?" Spencer asked doubtfully. "Won't he intervene?"

"You'll have to ask Hill how long that opening for pouring water can last!" William leaned comfortably against the throne. "Given the temperament of that Eighth Lord, Mephistopheles, if it takes too long, he may simply give up resisting and return to Hell."

"Six hours." Hill answered somewhat awkwardly. That was