Abyss Demon of the Worlds

If he hadn't signed a contract with this academy and stayed here for 20 years, his mind would have become much calmer.

The violence factor has plummeted.

Putting it into the bottomless abyss, he would not have any idea of ​​fair trade with the weak at all.

Transactions can only be made with the existence of the same person, and the weak are not qualified to negotiate conditions.

After all, creatures like demons have always wanted something, and they have to get it by themselves.

Now that he can suppress his own nature and communicate calmly with the weak, in Olshaga's opinion, he has enough to give him face.

If the other party still can't see the situation clearly, he will no longer stick to the form, and will choose the simplest way to teach the other party the truth of the law of the jungle.

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He ignored the swollen face and respectfully sent him away.

As Orshaga wandered the streets, she began to focus on the witchcraft.

To be honest, the content of this witchcraft is not very advanced in Orshaga's view, and it is barely at the level. It is not a perfect work at all. It is rough and mixed with many unnecessary things, but What he needs is not those so-called 'esoteric knowledge', but more basic ideas or ideas.

For him, this is a guiding stone that can point him in a direction.

With his current level of knowledge, he only needs one seed to make the opponent grow into a towering tree.

So this guiding stone, although only a rough information, is enough to use.

Not long after, after spending some effort.

According to the other party's thinking, he completed his own problems and successfully got the results he wanted.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, I casually cast a glance at a tree not far away.

Immediately, the tree trembled, along with the birds and insects on it, and exploded in an instant, turning into countless flowers of death and falling from the air.

Two fingers gently clamped a flower that was floating towards him, sniffed the fragrance on it, and he murmured with satisfaction: "It's really beautiful."

The so-called activation spell is essentially using power to infect the rest of the dead objects, temporarily giving them a certain vitality.

But it is only limited to this. It is alive, but it has neither intelligence nor authority to dominate, and even the activity can only be maintained for a period of time. If it only has this effect, in fact, many abilities can achieve similar effects.

For example, high-level wizards in this world will have a special layer of radiation on their bodies when their strength reaches a certain level.

And this layer of radiation will always have an unpredictable impact on the surrounding materials, and sometimes even the wardrobe will grow on two legs to run, causing them a lot of trouble.

But what are their strengths?

A wizard who can be regarded as a high-level wizard in Orshaga's eyes should at least start at the fourth level.

What kind of green onion is that young wizard?

Just a small ant, garbage that can be burned to death by spitting.

Furthermore, one is passive and uncontrollable, and the other is active and relatively controllable, so Olshaga is interested in it.

In the past, he was only able to penetrate his own will into the opponent's body under the influence of the plague, and use the power of the creature itself to transform the opponent into a flower of death. As for dead objects such as stones and trees, he is not good. method, but with the idea of ​​that spell as a reference, his current ability has gone further.

As long as it has a physical form, Orshaga can transform the opponent into a flower of death. The difference is just how strong the material is and how much power it takes him.

This is very important to him, symbolizing that his erosion of the world has become easier, and even blood sacrifice is no longer a necessity.

I casually looked at the flowers in my hand for a while,

He handed it to himself and said with a smile, "Give it to you."

At some point in time, a glamorous woman in a black robe was already standing there.

Except for her beautiful head being exposed, her whole body was shrouded in a black robe slowly exuding gray mist, which had a unique sense of mystery.

The other party glanced at the flowers that Olsaka handed over, but instead of reaching out to pick them up, he pointed to the flowers of death that were scattered all over the floor not far away, and said indifferently, "No, I think you have to put them away. Clean up this pile of poisonous things, this place is almost close to the downtown area, it is not a forbidden forest with no people, it will cause a lot of trouble for other people."

In her opinion, these scattered flowers are like the most violent poison. Ordinary wizards have no ability to resist, and Olshaga's actions to spread it everywhere are obviously extremely irresponsible and belong to the Ministry of Public Security for them. Increase the difficulty of the task.

Under such circumstances, it was strange that she could give Olsaka a good face.

Facing the disgusting eyes of the other party, Orsuga waved his hand helplessly and snapped his fingers casually. Those flowers instantly ignited blood-red flames, bursting with gorgeous colors, reflecting the surroundings as illusory and beautiful. Then it disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving not even a trace of it, just like a fleeting dream.

Looking at her who was stunned by this scene, Olsaka inserted the last flower of death in her hand into the other's hood, and said casually: "It's a beautiful scene, isn't it? If destruction is unavoidable , I think it is better to make it look gorgeous. There is nothing negative about this flower, I hope you like it, after all, it is always appropriate to give beautiful flowers to beautiful women.”

So, ignoring the other party's reaction, he leisurely strolled down the street humming inexplicable folk music tunes.

In his mouth, the tune that was originally very ordinary was hummed to a height that the composer had never imagined, and it had a strange sense of beauty. One or two random tune changes seemed to sublimate it.

In recent years, due to some idle reasons, he relied on long-distance projection avatars, and specially learned painting and rhythm outside the academy. With the bonus effect of his innate ability, he became a great artist there for a few months. The name of the title belongs to the level where a simple painting can make an ordinary noble go bankrupt, and it may not be affordable.

In addition, in his daily life, in addition to eating and drinking and sleeping well, he occasionally does things to eliminate the weak and eliminate the strong, punish the good and punish the evil. After all, as a demon, he cannot forget his origins .

But his mind is still inevitably bored from time to time.

Perhaps, this is the boring life of the strong, there is nothing to worry about, and there is no enemy of life and death to sway, everything is so smooth.

Doesn't it mean that there will be enemies everywhere if you open it?

Why are there no enemies like me...

For this reason, Olshaga often doubts the identity of his protagonist.