Killing Vine's Victory

Hill leaned against the window, watching the giant Los, whose face was full of resentment.

The turban on his head had even scattered into the wind from his violent punches.

The Winter Goddess was wrapping it back around his head, layer by layer.

"Whoa!" Hill cried out despite himself.

Liszt and Alice both looked outside, then turned to Hill in confusion.

"Where Bellos came from, a man's turban isn't something just anyone can touch." Hill slowly explained, then could not help laughing. "I never have to worry about anything going wrong after dealing with Los now. No matter how insane Talos is, he would never admit this Pseudogod had anything to do with him.

The Frost Maiden must be going crazy.

Whoever did this had better be prepared to be hunted down by the Storm God for tens of thousands of years!"

Liszt showed a look of sudden understanding. He had absorbed all of Hill's knowledge and knew a little about this as well. For desert men, especially noblemen, the only women who could help wrap their turbans were their mothers and wives.

He crouched before Alice and smiled as he explained it to the little white cat.

Hill could not help looking up at the sky outside. From the Winter Goddess's brazen appearance early that morning until the deep night now, one of the enemy's combatants had already been lost, yet he had barely felt time passing.

Who knew how many gods beyond the Starry Sky were watching this place? This was not merely a matter concerning one pantheon.

Ever since the Undead had come to this world, nothing here should have remained a secret.

Compared to the Elven Pantheon, which stood apart from it all, the Human Pantheon, the Fey gods, even Evil Gods, including Demons and Devils,