The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Drink! Drink! Keep drinking!"

"You lose!!"

"Go, eat barbecue!"

"Ha ha……"

After a fierce battle, not only Emerson and the two will go to the tavern, but many people will have similar ideas.

After all, whether it is feeling that you and others have escaped again, or the joy of winning again, it is a thing to be thankful for.

This also makes the carnival after each victory basically a habit in this place.

In this regard, although I knew that this might cause some chaos, in order to soothe the soldiers' mentality, this kind of activity was eventually given by various senior officials to acquiesce and evolved into a conventional thing.

Unlike the festivities in pubs and streets, the mage who was in charge of inspecting the combatants frowned deeply when he looked at the contents of the report.

He asked his subordinates to conduct routine checks on the tens of thousands of soldiers who returned.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of warriors were infected with some strange virus, among them there was even a noble demigod.

Although they have all been isolated at this moment, he still feels a strong anxiety in his heart.

Those abyss creatures, although due to living environment problems.

In many cases, there are a large number of germs with you, and it is normal to be infected by them inadvertently.

In the early years, a large number of abyssal creatures spread various plagues, causing great casualties to ordinary people everywhere.

But that is in the face of ordinary people!

For those fighters in the defense line who are strong, physically strong, and have a lot of magical power to protect themselves at any time, the virus should not be able to infect them...

So the situation at this moment is indeed beyond his expectations!

After some thoughts, he felt that this was probably a tentative attack on himself and others by the monsters of the abyss, and he did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly compiled the information and reported it to the commander Henry Moore of the line of defense.

What he didn't know was that the temptation, intensity and maliciousness he believed were far beyond his expectations. A large number of viruses were hidden deeper and were not detected by the detection ritual, and they had already entered the inside of the line of defense.

Accompanied by the celebration of the crowd, it began to spread rapidly.

477 kinds.

This is the type of plague that has been mixed into the defense line, and the number of infected people has reached tens of thousands without knowing it.

And it is spreading rapidly with the cheering and joyful crowds on the street.

‘It’s time to wait again...’

After retracting his attention from the spreading plague, he touched the stone seat armrest beside him, Olga looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes tried to see through the interference of the enchantment, and saw Calto and the others. The battlefield where the gods of this world fought, but they got nothing.

Because the power nature of that barrier is far above him, and it is full of the will of this world.

That's not the power level he can understand for the time being.

‘Compared to [Lord Devil], this level of strength that can stand up in the entire multi-universe food chain, I’m still a little too weak...’

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but chuckle.

There is no discouragement at all, but it is very interesting.

I am a little looking forward to seeing what kind of scenery I can see if I can stand at the top of the entire multi-universe in the future.

----

A few days later.

As a sun elf, Alison has a lofty status among the elf clan. Even in the defensive underwear, eating, housing, and traveling, the highest treatment he enjoys is better than that of Henry Moore, who is a commander.

After getting up from the bed and tidying up his clothes methodically, Alison's slender ears moved slightly and heard the chaotic noise outside.

He couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Since two days ago, there have been a large number of ordinary people and even low-level professionals who suddenly broke out with strange diseases without warning and continued to spread.

Even if Henry Moore, as a manager, paid great attention to it in a short time, and issued multiple orders in an attempt to stifle the situation before it expanded, but it was still unable to contain its spread.

In a very short period of time, the inside of the line of defense, which was still prosperous, became mournful.

According to the current information, the composition of those diseases is very complicated. It is not simply one or two, but a mixture of many completely different types, just like the same cloud of paint, even the best doctors and priests. I can't tell what the situation is, I can only try my best to treat them.

Pushing open her well-decorated hollow wooden window, and looking at the mortal people who were lying on the ground downstairs and moaning feebly, she frowned slightly. Although she wanted to help, she couldn't help it.

Because of the treatment of diseases, she can only do some relatively simple things, and the disease in front of her is completely beyond her ability.

Just like a medical intern facing a terminal cancer patient, there is no other way except to look helplessly.

"Dududu..."

At this moment, the magic device that hung around her waist in charge of communication rang.

She didn't hesitate to activate it directly.

A low-pitched, but young male voice came out from it: "Basic investigations about those diseases have come out."

Ellinson looked at the crowd on the street and whispered, "Go ahead."

The male voice said: "Those diseases should have been infected by warriors who went out during the last magic wave. Judging from the fact that they can hide from the detection rituals, their hidden abilities have far exceeded all known ones. Plagues, and the number of their types is too large. There are more than 500 plagues detected now.

And they seem to have the ability to quickly upgrade. Putting completely different plagues together will quickly derive new types. Therefore, the number of plague types is still increasing, and the upper limit is not yet known..."

Hearing the number of known plagues and the rapidly increasing trend, Alison was also slightly shocked, realizing that things were worse than he thought.

So he hurriedly asked: "Did they discuss a temporary treatment plan?"

She doesn't expect to solve the immediate problem all at once, she just hopes to come up with a temporary plan to delay the problem.

However, the other party gave her a disappointing reply: "...No, according to the doctors, this kind of thing has gone beyond the scope of plague and disease, and is more similar to a creature that will continue to evolve on its own. They can't do anything about this kind of thing.

Judging from the current situation, unless extremely precious healing drugs or high-level healing spells are used, there is basically no possibility of cure, but that kind of cure simply cannot be implemented on a large scale, that is to say, for civilians and even for civilians. For low-level professionals, as long as they are infected, the fatality rate is close to 100%..."

After listening, Alison's eyes closed slightly, and he couldn't bear to look at the patients on the street again: "...Is that so..."

She had seen those cities destroyed by monsters more than once, and she knew the suffering of various races.

With a lofty identity within the elves, she could have lived in the rear without having to reach the front line, and one of the main reasons why she participated in the war was to avoid those tragedies from happening again.

At this moment, the tragedy was about to happen in front of her, and she still had no way to stop it.

Perhaps it is the principle that misfortunes never come singly, the male voice hesitated for a while, then continued: "In addition, there is a very bad situation, that is, the things affected by these plagues are not just creatures..."

Hearing this, the sadness on Alison's face was slightly taken aback, and he asked incomprehensibly: "What do you mean?"

"According to observations, the sickbeds and even quilts used by some patients have also been affected by the plagues and turned into some kind of monster... A bed grows more than ten legs, which looks like a big spider on the wall. A scene of crazy crawling, I don’t think you want to see..."

Hearing this, Alison immediately felt a chill in his back, and a wordless chill came to his heart.

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