Abyss Demon of the Worlds

A certain mountain hundreds of kilometers away from the defense line.

On the seat piled with stones, Olsaka was sitting lazily on it, like a salted fish.

He has been staying here ever since he made the 'gas bomb', except for the occasional killing of a few monsters, he was too lazy to move.

At this moment, the huge spell projection interface is floating in front of him, broadcasting all the situation of the magic tide in real time.

These exploration spells, although the picture is slightly disturbed and a little blurred due to the huge enchantment on the periphery of the defense line, looks like an old TV with unstable signal, frantically playing mosaics and stripes, but on the whole it can still play some role, See things roughly.

'177, 257, 394...'

He could clearly feel that the number of people infected with the indigenous plague was on the rise.

Since those creatures are all awake, and the body surface has a protective layer of magical transformation, the spread of the plague has been greatly curbed. For the time being, except for a few weaker types, most of them are only infected with a little virus on the body surface. Ershak's influence on it was limited.

For those who have been invaded by the virus, Olshaga can roughly feel the physical state of those plague hosts, and can manually control the virus in their bodies at critical moments.

However, to be honest, compared with the natives who were recruited, the number of patients infected with the plague in the abyss monsters was one or two more than them.

Because most of those 'mobile poison gas bombs' were mixed in the magic tide, many times they were killed by various long-range weapons without even touching the enemy's face.

In this case, when the virus broke out in their bodies, there was nothing beside them except friendly troops, so the first batch of infected people were actually the rest of the monsters in the magic tide.

For this situation, Olshaga had also anticipated it for a long time.

As long as the magic tide is over, the plague virus on them will be wiped out.

It's not that he will be merciful when he kills his teammates, that's just thinking too much!

Mercy does not exist.

It's just that if those demons die too much, it will more or less cause him some trouble, and it's not necessary.

After all, if you die too much, you are adding a block to the demon lord Karto. For the time being, Olsaka doesn't want to go to the big boss's small books.

That thing is somewhat heavy, not suitable for a young and promising demon like him.

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a few days later.

Sitting on the huge monster corpse, Emerson was panting heavily with scars all over his body. He couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted from the day-to-day battle, and he wanted to lie down and take a nap.

Before he could sit for a long time, a heroic voice came from behind: "Go, go have a drink!"

He turned his head to look, and saw a figure with a small but extremely strong figure.

Judging from the man's lush beard and physical features, it was easy to see that he was a dwarf.

And the other party is also an old acquaintance of Emerson.

Hundreds of years ago, they still had a lot of personal grudges, and it was common for them to make trouble with each other!

And those hatreds have been gradually forgotten by the two in the joint battle for a hundred years, and replaced by a very good friendship in war.

I have to say that this is indeed a bit of a blessing.

If it weren't for the invasion of the abyss, it pushed them to the limit.

These guys from different races and different backgrounds may never get along with each other in a lifetime, and they may still indulge in the old and long history of racial grievances.

After all, their ancestors have continued their hatred from generation to generation like that.

After shaking his head and throwing out those messy old things, Emerson looked at the dwarf demigod in front of him helplessly: "Didn't you just drink it once a while ago?"

The other party replied with dissatisfaction: "A few days ago, a few days ago,

Today is today, even if I die as a dwarf, I will drink. "

Undoubtedly revealing the essence of his alcoholic.

Looking at Emerson, who didn't really want to hear his great insights, the other party was even more dissatisfied: "I don't have the mood to fight if I don't drink. As long as I drink enough, I can stay in this place for as long as I can."

Emerson directly shook his head and denied it: "...A crooked reason."

Then he looked at the soldiers around him who were gathering the bodies of their companions and dealing with the remnants of various monsters, and said with a heavy look:

"How many times have we seen scenes like this?"

"Three hundred times? Five hundred times?"

"Do you think we can one day see the scene of these monsters being driven out?"

For this kind of question that they have discussed many times for a long time, the dwarf demigod just scratched his head and answered with some uncertainty: "It should be possible?"

"Anyway, I have lived long enough to die."

"Furthermore, I have done my best in this war. If one day I wait for a complete failure, I can only face it calmly, because I really have no choice."

Looking at the serious look of the other party, Emerson thought for a while, then shook his head with a chuckle.

I think what the other party is saying makes sense.

He really tried his best, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, there was nothing he could do.

In the end, you can only accept the result calmly.

He stood up and patted the other person's shoulder, then said with a smile: "Let's go, go to the old place for a drink, this time it's your turn to invite me!"

The dwarf demigod was suddenly unhappy: "What! Last time I treated a guest, shouldn't you invite me this time?"

Emerson waved his hand and explained with a firm expression: "That said, you drink several times more wine than me every time, and it's my fault for every person and every time, so I decided to invite you from now on. Drink once, and you have to invite me to drink three times."

The dwarf demigod was furious: "How can this be done, there is no such reason!"

I have taken advantage of it for so many years, how can I give up?

"I……"

In the constant quarrel, they finally walked into the portal.

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within the line of defense.

a sealed room.

Numerous mages were wearing something similar to chemical protective suits, and they were revolving around Emerson.

They were checking on Emerson's physical condition, a step every warrior returning from the field had to go through.

This is not only to prevent any dark injuries to the body of the combatants, but also to prevent some abyss monsters from using camouflage to sneak through the border and sneak into the defense line.

In the very beginning, they had suffered a lot from that kind of problem.

If it weren't for the fact that there was something wrong with the brains of the abyss creatures, the chains would easily fall off at critical moments, and this line of defense might have been broken by then.

After a careful inspection, the inspector headed looked at the information conveyed by the inspection ceremony, nodded with satisfaction, confirmed that Emerson was fine, and let it out.

It was also at this moment that Olsaka, who was hundreds of kilometers away, slowly sat up with a satisfied smile on his face.

After several days of waiting, he finally felt that his plague had entered the interior of that line of defense!

Although it was just a plague, it was undoubtedly a good omen.

As long as ten or so plagues entered and spread successfully, he would be sure to make some big news.

'The next thing is much easier...'