Abyss Demon of the Worlds

A meeting room within the defense line.

Henry Moore was sitting in the main seat with a gloomy look on his face.

The last two days have been really difficult.

Although he has been alert since he received the report from the testing department and started to prepare for various emergencies, he never expected that things would come so suddenly and without warning, in just one or two days. Time has completely eroded the situation in the defense line, and he was caught off guard.

After taking a breath, he looked at the representatives of various races and the demigod-level powerhouses in the other seats, and said with an ugly expression: "Now the plague in the city has completely lost control, and I don't even know how many people are sick. I don’t know yet, so in order to reduce the impact of the situation and avoid implicated in the outside world to the greatest extent, I have now closed all the channels connecting the inside of the defense line with the outside world, leaving only some material transportation channels to operate carefully under strict guard.”

A human old man asked aloud: "That said, the necessary treatment must be done for those patients. I have a proposal, that is, can we use the giant enchantment covering the entire defense line to search for patients inside the defense line? number, so as to separate them from the uninfected and temporarily restore some internal order."

In this regard, many existences in the conference room nodded in support.

But Henry Muir helplessly shook his head and sighed: "Although that defensive barrier has the ability to detect disease patients, its detection strength is almost the same as the detection ceremony for detecting warriors, which means that there will still be a large number of hidden dangers. Sexually infected people cannot be detected, and no matter how isolated they are, there will be a lot of disease sources that are missed, so that kind of action is meaningless."

After listening to his words, many existences also showed distress.

That means they can't carry out the policy of separate isolation at all. They can only assume that everyone is infected and adopt the stupid method of isolating the whole city together.

And that is undoubtedly an extremely negative treatment method. According to the current treatment conditions, there will inevitably be countless casualties in the city, so it can only be regarded as a last resort.

Furthermore, if it is in peacetime, forget it, but in such a time of plane war, that kind of action will undoubtedly greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of this line of defense, which will inevitably lead to its own side that is not very dominant. A state of decay occurs.

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable thing for the presence of the existence that bears the fate of its own race outside the defense line.

'We must do our best to contain it! ! ’

This is something that all existence defaults to.

After thinking about it, another demigod suggested:

"Since we can't solve the plague, can we solve the releaser behind the plague?

Those plagues have a lot in common and the onset time is very similar, so their sources should be basically similar. Can the problem be solved at the source based on this?

Although I don't know if killing the releaser will remove the plague, I think it might be a good idea to try it. "

"I've thought about this before."

Henry Moore replied: "I also tried to use the spells of the prophecy department to conduct divination to confirm the other party's trace.

But more than a dozen legendary mages specializing in the prophecy department all failed!

There is no useful information to say, and even when many people are divination, they vaguely see some kind of extremely distorted unknown things, which directly cause a lot of mental damage. "

After stroking his beard and thinking for a while, Charlier, a demigod-level mage, glanced at another demigod-level mage beside him, and said, "Since they have seen something distorted, and There is no danger to life, then it means that the other party has not exceeded a certain category and is still within the reach, so maybe I can give it a try."

hear this,

Henry's eyes suddenly lit up.

He really didn't know what the specific abilities of these demigods were. After all, each of these guys lived longer than the other, and the other was darker than the other. Except for themselves, no one could figure out how many trump cards they had hidden.

At this moment, he heard that a demigod-level powerhouse wanted to volunteer to try, he naturally had no reason to object, and immediately expressed his strong support. If you need any spell casting materials, just mention it, and he will bear all the expenses.

In the face of his generosity and the relationship that someone took the lead, several demigod-level mages who were not sure about it also stood up one after another, expressing that they would do their part.

In the end, after some discussions, they were going to get together and hold a large-scale divination ceremony, trying to uncover the behind-the-scenes black hand and solve the problem completely.

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Soon after.

With the concerted efforts of many forces within the line of defense, there are people and things.

A magical ritual that covers an area of ​​1,000 square meters, uses a lot of rare materials, and has an extremely cumbersome style, was systematically depicted on a square.

After standing on the edge of the ceremony and looking at each other for a few times, several demigod-level mages who were basically standing at the top of mortal objects closed their eyes solemnly, and at the same time began to sing the cumbersome incantation, and An inexplicable force was gradually attracted by them.

Along with the ceremony, passersby monsters were beating hundreds of kilometers away.

Orshaka, who was doing daily entertainment and relaxing his mood, immediately sensed a little abnormality!

After smashing the head of a certain median demon with a fist for dozens of kilometers, Orshaka didn't even bother to look at the corpse that was standing upright, and looked directly at the position of the defense line.

He clearly felt that there was a lot of maliciousness passing over there.

And many of the hundreds of constant spells he released on himself are being automatically triggered.

They are all anti-reconnaissance or anti-prophecy spells.

In this regard, he has no nervous thoughts at all, just smiled and said to himself: "This time the movement seems to be not small..."

In the past two days, people often tried to probe his information with the help of magic.

However, those actions were undoubtedly a lot more petty than this time, and they didn't even have the qualifications to let him pay attention.

At this moment, realizing that his innate ability was warning him, Orshaga's willpower turned into a distorted shadow and escaped into the void directly through some indescribable method, facing the path that was straight at him. The incoming spell slammed into it, trying to block the other party's exploration.

In the battle of willpower, the two sides began to compete in the most direct way.

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"Cough cough cough..."

Under the intense gaze of everyone, a certain demigod-level mage next to the prophecy ceremony, after a change in his face, suddenly blue veins burst out on his forehead.

As if he was greatly stimulated, he began to cough violently and continuously, and even blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"puff!"

With a mouthful of blood spitting out, he collapsed to the ground completely.

Everyone hurried up to support each other and started emergency treatment for him.

The demigod-level mage who was still around with his eyes closed and was still performing the ritual, although the injury was far less serious than his, was able to continue to persevere.

But most of them also have extremely ugly faces, and they are obviously in trouble.

It made all the onlookers at the scene feel hopeless in their hearts...