The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Chapter 389

"Acquaintance! I am an acquaintance! Open the door!"

Outside of the wizarding world, he beat it hard for a while.

I found that the thing in front of me was a little hard, and for a while, I guess I couldn't pry it off.

Olga immediately felt bad luck.

If it was a few seconds earlier, he would be able to squeeze in to meet old acquaintances.

After all, I haven't seen it for many years and I miss it very much.

I am in the Quiet Heart Academy, but I have been a security guard for a hundred years.

I don't know how many old acquaintances of the year are still alive, and some of them that make me uncomfortable also happened to take the opportunity to die.

Right now, in the face of this obstructing thing, Olga actually is not completely helpless, but it has to make a little big movement.

According to his premonition, if he really wants to do that, the plane consciousness will arrange for him a strong team to strengthen the team to carry out a cross-space fight.

So, after thinking about the choice carefully, he chose to turn around and leave.

Although he couldn't enter the wizarding world, according to the marks he left back then, there are still many acquaintances wandering in other worlds.

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After half an hour.

At the edge of a battlefield, Hawthorne, with white hair, is presiding over the logistics work, arranging animal resources for various places.

As the former dean of the Quiet Heart Academy.

Since 2,000 years ago, he was left with a permanent sequelae by a sixth-level psionicist, and his strength has been the same as that of a large dam that constantly releases water. He has never returned to the peak.

Therefore, it is no longer suitable for the front line, and has been responsible for the logistics work.

In the room, after communicating with his subordinates through the communicator, Hawthorne just wanted to mobilize the internal information of Taring.

Taling suddenly reminded him that there was an abnormal situation in the room.

Subconsciously, Hawthorne began to gather his own power.

At this time, a somewhat familiar voice entered his ears:

"You have become this egg-like..."

The words are very awkward, and there is a kind of familiar feeling.

He turned his head and looked over and found a red-haired figure in a red robe, taking wine from his own wine rack.

Seeing the other party's random movements as if he had entered his own home, and the familiar red hair, a name appeared in Hawthorne's mind instantly.

【Orjuga】.

After all, the impression left by that year was too deep.

Among the existences he has come into contact with, there are not many guys with psychological problems, but Olga is the only guy whose personality can freely switch between mental patients and normal people.

Knowing who the other party was, Hawthorne's nervousness was slightly relaxed.

Actually is not Olga, whom he trusts very much.

But according to his understanding, in his current state, the probability of surviving from the opponent's hands is half.

Somewhat a little bit survival rate.

After Hawthorne sighed slightly, he couldn't help asking:

"Who called you out?"

Orleja picked a bottle of wine at random, bit the bottle head, and slowly chewed with the cork:

"You are so ruthless.

Back then, I worked as a long-term job for your college for a hundred years. "

While talking, he ate the wine in his hand.

Eat like jelly.

The originally liquid wine, even if the bottle is broken, still stays in place peacefully, as if there is a wall of air blocking them.

Hawthorne replied calmly:

"I think no one will miss you."

Without paying attention to the other party's disgusting answer, Olga said with a smile: "Back then, you were trying to extend the contract."

After thinking about it, Hawthorn nodded seriously: "Fortunately not."

Until now, he clearly remembered the complicated expression that the guy showed when he heard that he used the summoning ritual to summon an abyss Devil to maintain the safety of the academy when he was talking to the guy who sold the summoning ritual.

Awe, admiration, helplessness, doubts, shame...

Facing such a complicated look, Hawthorne was also full of question marks at the time.

Until, he heard the other party say that the summoning ritual was with them, usually only when they decided to die together.

He just understood why the other person's expression was so strange, and he also understood why Orrjuga showed such a strange expression when he was called out.

For a time, Hawthorne's heart was also inexplicably complicated.

I couldn't help sighing. Fortunately, I didn't use that stuff after I felt that Olga's character was a little strange.

Otherwise, it's probably going to cause a catastrophe...

After the two of them talked casually for a while, Olga took a bottle of wine and left the room slowly.

In his eyes, Hawthorne's internal organs had been corroded by another force for the most part, and only about half of his soul remained.

It's not much different from a living dead.

And the white hair on the head is the result of the loss of vitality.

For such a guy who died soon.

He was too lazy to do it.

I feel a little disappointed.

‘I wanted to kill a few acquaintances, so I’ll relax my mood...’

For Olga, the biggest difference between acquaintances and strangers is that killing them is more memorable.

Except for well-connected existences, nothing can't be killed.

Anything that is unfamiliar, has a bad relationship, or has a mediocre relationship can be killed.

"Forget it, just pick a world and destroy it..."

With such thoughts, Olga arbitrarily tore open the barriers of the world, closed his eyes and picked a direction to move forward.

Be prepared to see which world will meet yourself so lucky.

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A few days later.

The 6548257th floor of the Bottomless Abyss——【Lava Wasteland】——Main City【Carathea】

After venting some emotions, Olga returned to his hometown again.

Compared to Otherworld, there are more talents in my hometown, and they speak better.

Therefore, after habitually killing a few lucky passers-by, and losing a few bottles of magic potions for others to snatch and fight, Orchga chose to squat in the room and think about life.

Two days later, a figure pushed in the door, looked at him with a serious expression, and asked suspiciously:

"what are you doing?"

Olga replied without raising his head:

"I'm in a bad mood, I decided to be quiet..."

Hearing this, Golaner was taken aback for a while, and sat directly on his lap, squeezed the flesh of his cheeks on the left and right sides, looked directly into his eyes, and asked curiously:

"You will have this kind of time, I thought it would never come in this life..."

Ever since she met Olga, the other person in her eyes has always been a heartless look, of the kind who has been chopped a few times and doesn't bother to care.

Unhappy.

And it was a long period of unhappiness.

This was the first time she had seen this situation in Olga.

After thinking for a while, Golaner noticed, pinched Olga's face, and suggested:

"Would you like to go out and kill a few passing guys?"

Hearing this suggestion, Olga raised his head immediately, and exclaimed with a surprised look:

"...This proposal is not something you can make..."

He knew very well that as an elf, Golarn had never liked killing himself.

Ignoring his surprise, Golaner answered his question in a very natural tone:

"I just think that the guys I care about are more important than the unrelated guys.

If you think killing is happier, then do it. "

After listening, Olga stood up and said after being silent for a while: