A Conspirator Letting Something Slip

While the Undead were trapped in the Winter Kingdom, Liszt could sense occasional disturbances outside the Mage Tower.

Before heading to the Winter Kingdom, the Undead had handed management of the camp's central control system to Liszt.

For Liszt, who had once controlled an entire territory, operating these relatively simple magic arrays was effortless.

In truth, these arrays were not particularly powerful. Even though Liszt reacted strongly to elemental fluctuations outside, it was still difficult for him to detect the Pseudogods' presence.

But the people of this world could not understand how the Undead had entrusted the camp they had painstakingly built to Hill, someone who was clearly not one of their companions.

After secretly entering the Undead camp, they often hid in the shadows cast by the Alchemy Huts scattered across the ground, producing rather noticeable elemental fluctuations.

If Hill still needed to estimate who these Pseudogods had originally been, he had no intention whatsoever of sparing those Legendary figures who had only arrived now on their own two feet.

The Pantheon's bounty on Hill was not actually the highest.

But someone always thought that he was merely a Legendary Mage. As long as they brought enough people, they could easily take him down even with a Mage Tower.

Hill suspected that the Gold Coin Church, the best-informed organization on the continent, had concealed the fact that the Four Gods of Fury had been crippled by him.

This was the first time Hill had personally killed so many people. Mages had not come looking for trouble, but Swordsmen, Knights, shamans, thieves, and even some divine chosen had truly come in droves.

Hill had been furious at first, but later he stopped caring. It was a good opportunity to learn more about the various professions of other worlds.

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