The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

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

On the seat piled up with rocks, Olga was sitting lazily on it, just like a salted fish.

He has been staying here since he finished the "gas bomb", except for occasionally killing a few monsters and getting addicted to his mouth, he didn't bother to move.

At this moment, a huge spell projection interface is floating in front of him, playing all the situations of the enchanting tide in real time.

These probing spells, although the picture is slightly disturbed and blurred due to the giant enchantment around the defense line, it looks like an old TV with unstable signal, frantic mosaics and stripes, but in general it can still play some role. See things roughly.

‘177, 257, 394...’

He can clearly feel that the number of people infected with the indigenous plague is ascending.

Because those creatures are in a state of 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. Erqijia's influence on it is very limited.

As for those guys who have been invaded by the virus, Olga can roughly feel that the physical state of those plague hosts can manually control the virus in their body at critical moments.

However, to be honest, compared with the natives who were recruited, there were one or two more people infected with the plague in the abyss monsters.

Because most of those ‘mobile 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.

Under this circumstance, when the virus broke out in their bodies, there was nothing beside them except the friendly forces, so the first batch of infected people were actually the rest of the monsters in the demonic wave.

For this situation, Olga had also anticipated it.

Only when the demonic wave is over, the plague virus on them will destroy itself.

Actually is not he will show mercy when he kills his teammates, that's just thinking too much!

There is no mercy.

Just because those Devil died too much, it would more or less cause some trouble for him, there was no need for it.

After all, too many deaths belonged to the Devil lord Calto's side.

That thing is somewhat heavy, not suitable for his young and promising Devil.

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A few days later.

Sitting on the huge monster corpse, Emerson panted heavily with scars. The day-to-day fighting made him feel exhausted physically and mentally. He wanted to lie down and sleep.

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

He turned his head to look, and saw a figure that was short but very strong.

Judging from the dense beard and physical features of the opponent, it is easy to tell that he is 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 commonplace to find trouble with each other!

And those hatreds have been gradually forgotten by the two in these hundred years of joint combat, replaced by very good comrades in arms.

I have to say that this is indeed a good fortune.

If it were not for the invasion of the bottomless abyss, they had pushed them to the limit.

These guys of different races and different origins may not be able to get along with each other in their entire lives, and maybe they still have to indulge in the old and long history of racial grievances.

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

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

The other party replied with a dissatisfied expression: "A few days ago was a few days ago, and today is today. As a dwarf, I have to drink even if I die."

Undoubtedly reveal the nature of his drunkard.

Seeing a pair of Emerson who doesn't want to listen to his great insights, the other party is even more dissatisfied: "If you don't drink, I can't be in the mood. As long as I drink enough, I can stay in this place forever."

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

Then he looked at the surrounding soldiers who were converging the corpses of their companions, 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 had already discussed and did not know how many times, the dwarf demigod just scratched his head, and replied with a little certainty: "Should it be possible?"

"Anyway, I've lived long enough, and it's not a loss to die."

"Furthermore, I have tried my best in this war. If one day I wait for a complete failure, I can only face it calmly, because I really can't help it."

Seeing the serious look of the other party, Emerson thought for a while, chuckled and shook his head.

I think the other party makes a lot of sense.

He really tried his best, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he couldn't help it.

After all, I can only accept the results frankly.

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

The dwarf demigod was immediately unhappy: "What! Last time I had a treat, wasn't you supposed to invite me this time?"

Emerson waved his hand and explained firmly with a look: "That said, but every time you drink several times more wine than me, I lose every time I look at it, so I decided to invite you from now on. Drink it once, you have to ask me to drink it three times."

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

How can daddy give up after taking advantage of it for so many years?

"I……"

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

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Inside the line of defense.

A sealed room.

Many wizards are wearing something similar to chemical protective clothing, and are walking around Emerson.

They are checking Emerson's physical condition, which is a step that every soldier returning from the battlefield needs to go through.

This is not only to prevent any hidden injuries to the body of the combatants, but also to prevent certain abyssal monsters from using camouflage methods to get through and get into the defense line.

At the very beginning, they had suffered a lot of losses because of that kind of problem.

If it weren't for the true nature of the abyss creature's brain, it would be easy to lose the chain at a critical moment, and this line of defense might have been breached at that time.

After a careful inspection, the inspector at the head looked at the information delivered from the inspection ceremony, nodded in satisfaction, confirmed that Emerson was okay, and released it.

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

After waiting for several days, he finally felt that the own plague had entered the inside of that line of defense!

Although it is just a plague, it is undoubtedly a good sign.

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

‘The next thing is much simpler...’

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