Abyss Demon of the Worlds

"Hey~ 嘙!"

Olshaga, who was bragging with his talented teammates, raised his head after sensing a certain sound.

Through the swamp mud above, a huge mark appeared in his vision.

And that mark is the symbol of the Balrog Lord Karto, representing the signal to attack that line of defense.

"Are you ready to start?"

This is what he expected.

As far as he knew, seven more batches of monsters had been brought in in the past three months.

If they don't start fighting again, they will be full of demons in two months. It is estimated that even if there is a contract, their abyss creatures will have to fight a few large-scale groups first and fall into self-inflicted friction.

Although they are still engaged in internal friction even now...

The most direct manifestation is that many [little devils] were eaten as snacks by the superiors, and now only a pile of bones are left in a mess.

"It's finally about to start, but I've only regained about half of my strength."

Hart next to him stood up and frowned, "How much strength have you recovered?"

Olshaga replied without turning his head, "Similar to you."

"Four percent."

"Four percent."

"Fifty percent..."

After listening to the replies from many monsters, Hart touched his chin and suggested, "Would you like to wait for the next time?"

Basically, only about half of their strength has been recovered, so it is not very safe.

There was a smile on the corner of Olsuga's mouth and refused: "No need, I want to go out and move my body. It's really boring to stay here for three months."

With him taking the lead, many monsters immediately coaxed: "Yes, it's too boring, we're going to go out and kill for fun!"

Being able to hold back their temper and stay here for three months is really not easy for them.

They can't take it for a few more months.

Looking at the excited appearance of his companions, Hart, who was just mentioning it casually, did not insist on his own ideas, and said: "Okay, then let's join in the fun!"

"Kill all those natives!!"

"Soul!! Soul!!"

"Ha ha……"

With a strong explosion, a huge hole was instantly pierced through the upper swamp, and dozens of monsters flew out of it, rushing towards the place marked by the mark.

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Henry Moore stood on the wall of the fortress, looking at the huge mark in the sky in the distance, and frowned slightly.

He has been stationed in this zone for decades, and naturally knows what that means.

Since the demons invaded this world more than a hundred years ago, hundreds of [polluted places] have appeared in this world one after another.

Different from the internal struggles in the Miling World where there was still room for internal struggles, in the demons, no matter whether they are civilians or nobles, they are just equal prey. They have never had the habit of leaving alive, nor the habit of negotiating.

In the face of their sudden attack, more than a dozen kingdoms disappeared immediately, and hundreds of millions of lives were directly lost.

In order to combat their expansion, under the leadership of the gods, hundreds of defense zones were established.

Countless races abandoned past prejudice, ignored past hatred, and for the first time worked together wholeheartedly.

But even so, under the attack of the devil, a lot of human and material resources are consumed every day.

Take this defense area as an example, basically every few months, a demonic mark will rise, followed by an endless stream of attacks from the opponent, and in the crazy attacks of those monsters, even if they Occupying a favorable location, each time it will still bring extremely heavy trauma.

However, those monsters that should have suffered more serious damage are just like killing endlessly, and soldiers are often sent over.

There was no sense of any decrease in the number at all, and the offensive was as fierce as ever, making them feel a little bit of heart palpitations.

It was a feeling of helplessness and confusion!

As the natives of the Miling World, they can't understand why these creatures are so crazy, so fearless of death, and the number will be so amazing, no matter how they kill, there are still so many, even cockroaches should not be. There are so many.

'There is another wave of killing, and the more you kill, the more you will come. Could it be that they all grew out of the ground? ’

This kind of distress not only troubled Henry and the world, but also most of the world that has been plagued by demons will feel this way.

An enemy that can never be killed.

After seeing blood, he is like a mad dog.

Henry knew very well that if it weren't for the fact that there was something wrong with the brains of these demons, the chain would always fall off at critical moments, and occasionally he would kill his own people more vigorously than the enemy in battle, and his line of defense would have been lost long ago. .

Looking at the rapidly approaching magic tide in the distance, he sighed slowly, still somewhat incomprehensible, why is this somewhat neurotic race so strong and able to accumulate so many numbers.

From his point of view, they could kill each other by killing each other.

‘Could it be that they really grew out of the ground? ’

He guessed a little incomprehensibly.

While thinking about this problem, he issued orders to the subordinates beside him: "Activate all the defense magic on the outer layer, and pay attention to the part of the ground. They were almost dug from the ground last time!"

"clear!"

Looking at the departed subordinates and the soldiers on the city wall who were watching the magic tide nervously, Henry sighed slightly and prayed to himself: 'May the gods bless me and win again...'

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Mixed in the magic tide, after getting close to the defense line for a certain distance, Orshaga felt that the effect of [Polluted Land] was rapidly declining, and the world's suppression force was slowly increasing.

The movements of many monsters were immediately stagnant, but under the wraps of the monsters behind them, they had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The first to attack them were the fortresses of the defensive line.

The crystal inlaid at the top of the fortress, with a flash of brilliance, burst into a dazzling brilliance.

A beam of light several meters wide and tens of kilometers long was released from it.

It was like a lightsaber held in the hand, with an unparalleled momentum, it slashed straight towards the magic tide.

A hundred-armed monster with a height of tens of meters did not show weakness in the face of this blow!

Immediately taking advantage of the unpreparedness of a snake demon beside him, he extracted its spine alive, and attacked it head-on as if waving a long bloody whip.

"Bang!"

In the violent explosion, hundreds of meters of dust were raised!

Where the two meet, the weaker demon is thrown out like a rag doll.

After a head-to-head attack, the beam of light immediately weakened, and the hundred-armed monster's spine, which was used as a weapon, was mostly vaporized, and more than ten arms were also broken one after another. , looks very miserable.

But after suffering such an injury, his aura still did not weaken in any way, but his expression became more and more excited and crazy.

With the surging magic power on his body, the broken arm, like bamboo shoots after a rain, stretched out section by section, and returned to normal in a few minutes.

Looking at such a scene in the distance, Orshaga began to estimate whether he could take the blow just now.

It wasn't long before he got the answer, a smile on his face.