Abyss Demon of All Realms

For most of the residents there, living is to kill or be killed by others!

At the time of the Wailing Forest, it was not that Olsaka had tried to set a forest fire, but the plants in the abyss also had more or less two brushes, which could not form a fire at all, but it was different in this world!

It's not difficult at all to act!

Just relying on ordinary plants can't stop his blood inflammation from expanding the burning range.

Even stones and ordinary soil, the blood flames can still burn.

If it wasn't for the fear of the world consciousness and forcibly kicked him out, Orshaga would even be sure to burn down the entire Principality of Mardon.

So he chose to change to a more gentle way, at least the movement was not so big, and he couldn't start the game with all the attention of the audience.

After some screening, plagues and viruses became his intended targets!

No matter what the world is, disease is a normal thing, but it also has a lot of destructive power, destructiveness, and transmissibility. As long as the spread and lethality of the disease can be controlled, then it is the best One of the weapons of mass destruction.

In the end, after some thought, Olsaka used the evolution system to evolve the special talent [Source of Death Plague]. In his opinion, this is the main ability to be responsible for harvesting leeks in the future, and the target and characteristics of blood inflammation are too high. Too conspicuous, suitable for frontal hard, spells can make his methods more diversified, and he can come up with something in any situation.

Hank and others are his first batch of experiments. He needs to record the actual effect of the plague through their actual reactions, and make real-time changes to their characteristics and intensity, and finally reach a balance point.

The disease should not be too fast, there is no chance of transmission, the disease should not be too late, the daylily will not respond when it is cold, and the initial intensity of the disease should not be too high.

As for the detailed data required for these factors, Olshaga has to experiment slowly to achieve the desired results.

Moreover, the physical conditions of each race are also different. The same plague has to be adjusted correspondingly to play its role. All kinds of messy situations have to be clearly set.

It was true that Olshaga had a feeling that he was doing scientific research, which made him feel a little bit of pain.

Fortunately, he has an [overclocking brain], otherwise he will never be able to play with these things...

To do research, either have a team, or have developed communications and communicate with others. It is really too difficult to climb the virus technology tree alone.

Fortunately, he has an evolutionary system and has unique advantages in many things, otherwise he would never have the idea of ​​​​doing research.

Walking by the pool in the manor, Olshaga took advantage of the training methods of two professions, monk and fighter, to subtly manipulate the muscles of the body and exercise her control over the body. I was thinking: "The next time to observe the virus can't be wasted. I need to study the spell model and energy basic application of low-level spells. My way of using energy is still too rough." '

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Another two months passed.

At midnight, the moonlight is dim, inside the manor.

The faint candlelight illuminates the things in the room.

Olsaka touched his chin, looked at Jim Watts kneeling in front of him, and asked calmly, "Do you want me to help the Principality of Mardon defeat the Principality of Yar and win this war?"

"Yes, my lord."

Jem bowed his head deeply and said respectfully.

Nodding his head, Olshaga asked again, "So what's the price? What price are you going to pay?"

Although he did not want to kill himself for the time being, but even so.

Helping a group of mortals to win an ancient war is still not difficult for him, and there are some methods to achieve the desired effect, which can be done easily with the touch of a finger.

Jem didn't hesitate, and immediately said the conditions he had envisaged: "If we win this war, then we will exile all the prisoners to some remote desert island by the sea, which will become yours. Sacrificial grounds, do what you want."

After several months of observation, he has roughly figured out some of the habits of the demon in front of him, cruelty and cunning. These two points are exactly the same as in the records, and even a little bit better, but his temper is surprisingly good, even if someone does something in front of him He didn't get angry with his reckless actions, and in addition to this, there was a strange self-discipline, as if every day was planned.

Olshaga loves to kill as well as to plunder souls.

This is something that Jem is extremely sure of, but why the other party is so safe in the capital, he can't guess. He had already thought of a big riot in the capital, but even he specially arranged it to come here. As a servant of the victim, no one has ever had an accident, which is completely inconsistent with the nature of the devil.

'The other party's behavior seems to have some kind of restriction...' he thought.

For Jem's proposal, Olshaga neither objected nor agreed, but just drank tea calmly, as if thinking about something.

Listening to the other party's tea, Jem felt his heart start to beat uncontrollably, so he lowered his head and began to count the dust.

Time passed little by little, and when Jem felt that his proposal was about to be rejected, Olshaga said:

"I agree to your request."

Chapter 18: Blood Rain

Hearing Orshaga's words, Jem's heart involuntarily dropped a little, and he let out a slow breath.

But what the other party said next made him hesitate again.

"I've heard of this war. The Principality of Yar has invested a total of 14 troops. Let's count it as about [-] left. I ask that at least [-] people will be transported to the island. If it’s not enough, you can find a way to make it up for me.” After finishing speaking, Orsaga asked democratically: “Any comments?”

"it is good……"

After thinking for a while, Jem finally agreed to Olshaga's request.

If it weren't for the fact that the recent demands of the Yar Kingdom have become more and more excessive, Jem Watts would not have asked Olshaga, so he had no choice at the beginning.

Even if he really did not want to understand how his [-]-[-] troops would defeat the [-]-odd people on the other side, and successfully capture at least [-] of them.

I can only put my expectations on the fact that Orshaga is strong enough...

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Looking at the back of him leaving, Olsaka gently shook the teacup in his hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The experiment of the first stage has just been completed, and the test product of the second stage has already arrived, which is very timely.

He could feel that Jem was not honest, he was vaguely testing something, and after a few months of recuperation, he felt that he was okay again. The pride of the royal family made him want to be a little skinny.

But knowing is knowing, but Olsaka didn't take this trivial matter to heart.

There is no sincere loyalty, some are just threats and use, where is the betrayal?

Furthermore, 'betrayal' is a matter of course for demons, and in their lives, 'selling teammates' is a routine operation.

So Olshaga didn't care about the specific actions of his subordinates at all. Why should he care so much if he didn't trust him from the beginning?

As long as you can complete your orders, it doesn't matter what small actions you make, it's just a game anyway...

Pushing open the window and looking at the night in the sky, Orshaga sighed in a low voice: "I have always maintained this human form, I haven't been active for a long time, I really want to fight with others."

After a few months of research, I continue to absorb all kinds of knowledge to fill my own background.Although it wasn't boring, the devil's nature still made him feel a little tired.

However, the harvest is also impressive. If his previous knowledge accumulation was at the stage of illiteracy, then he should be of the kind that is relatively outstanding in the same level now. All kinds of knowledge and insight have basically caught up with his own strength, which can be regarded as a complete compensation. overcame its own shortcomings.

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Pierce, skinny, skinny as a skeleton, with gray patches on his skin that looked like mold.

Lying on the ice-cold floor of the cage, he stared at the candle that had been burning for months and hadn't been extinguished in a daze.

He felt that his hands and feet were not obeying his commands, his mind was not clear, and his whole body was in a daze, and when he moved his body a little, there was a kind of severe pain that was about to fall apart, as if his whole body was about to crack.

He couldn't even crawl over to eat food not far away, so he could only lie down without moving.

He knew that he was about to die, just like everyone else, there was no difference in the final outcome.

He had forgotten how long he had spent in this place where he couldn't see the sky. He only remembered that when the disease didn't take effect at first, there were still many people trying to escape from here. Decide whose method to use and fight.

From tricking that red-haired young man into opening the cell door, to everyone opening the door violently at the same time!

But they all failed without any suspense. The red-haired young man came only once and never came again. Except for people throwing food into it through the small passage every once in a while, no one was in charge of this place at all, as if They have been forgotten.

And brute force has no real meaning at all, this damn cage, the quality is really good.

The railing didn't even bend that much from the beginning to the end, which made people feel hopeless.

Just when everyone felt that they were forgotten and wanted to be raised as pigs by the other party, the nightmare still happened.

At first, there was only one person who felt severe pain all over his body, faint gray spots appeared on his body, he felt weak, and even had difficulty walking. After a while, the number of people with the same symptoms began to increase slowly, until finally all the People have gray spots on their bodies.

In the face of this result, whether it's a [Knight] or a [Great Knight], it all becomes an end!

He could only lie on the ground and whimper like a sick dog.

That kind of severe pain is not fixed. At the beginning, it was so painful that people could not survive and die, which made several prisoners with the weakest will directly choose to commit suicide.

Then the pain weakened at a very fast speed and became within the tolerance range of ordinary people, but it will continue to strengthen over time, as if it were automatically adjusted according to the patient's response, deliberately prolonging the patient's pain. life.

Pierce still remembered that the person who first discovered this problem was called Hank, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a thin body, who was said to be a thief!

After that guy noticed this, he teamed up with a prisoner named Heto, and attacked another prisoner with the strength of the [Great Knight], killing the opponent directly, using the hardest bone on the opponent's body. , trying to grind out a key that can unlock the cage door and escape from this ghost place.

But in the end he failed!

Since the door lock was facing away from the crowd, he couldn't see the door lock at all, so he could only make judgments based on his own experience. In the end, the key got stuck in the key hole and broke directly inside, completely blocking it. die.

And his own body is now lying not far from Pierce, dying not very peacefully, and finally trying to struggle.

That is to say, the basement is very shady and cool, and the strong body of the [Knight] rank has some specialities, otherwise it would have rotted away for ordinary people.

At this moment, Pierce was the only living person left in the cage. Those who were stronger than him and those who were weaker than him were all dead.

On the contrary, he is the only one who has survived and survived so far!

He didn't know what the reason was, but he knew that he was going to die soon, maybe in the next moment...

I heard that many people recall their own life before they die. After thinking about it, Pierce decided to follow the tradition.

So I closed my eyes and started to recall my past.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he used all his physical strength to slowly compare his middle finger to the ceiling of the cage:

"What a piece of shit..."

Before he finished speaking, his heartbeat stopped.

His words may be referring to his own life, or it may be referring to others.

Orshaga, who was far away in the other corner of the manor, seemed to have heard his last words when he died, shrugged his shoulders and laughed softly: "Shit is not bad, at least it has its own meaning, no Some people want to go up and step on them. Many people have no meaning in life until they die. One more person is not much, and one less person is not a lot. After stepping on him, no one even thinks of looking at him, not even a single glance. It's not as good as shit, disgusting people have no value, maybe it's just air?"

"I don't know if I can be the final victor and stand at the top of countless dimensions in the whole world, but I want to live out my meaning, whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter, I want to put my name on the The entire multiverse, even if it cannot be admired and worshipped forever, must be feared by all things forever, and become a disaster that no one can forget."

Stretching out his fingers in the teacup in front of him, after dipping a little tea, the magic in Orshaga's body wrapped them, forming a crystal clear blood-colored water droplet standing on the fingertips.

With a single flick, the water droplets flew into the depths of the clouds,

rumbling...

Accompanied by a dull thunder in the sky, the sky where no stars could be seen at first was completely shrouded in overcast clouds, turning into a pitch-dark night where one could not see five fingers. A little brilliance.

First there was sporadic drizzle, and then in a very fast time, it evolved into a downpour.

And unlike ordinary rain, they are red, as if blood is falling in the sky, dyeing the entire capital red, causing bursts of exclamations.

Feeling the bloody rain across her face, Olshaga's eyes unconsciously showed a little red light.He closed his eyes slightly, and said softly to himself: "It seems that I have been suppressed for a long time, and I am inexplicably emotional. Well, I just treat it as a send-off for you experimental subjects..."

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The Duchy of Mardon, in the palace.

"Damn..."

Looking at the rain of blood outside the window and the panicked crowd shouting everywhere, Jem Watts' face was extremely ugly. This kind of vision was about to have a decisive battle with the Principality of Yar at a critical juncture. It could be called a bad omen.

It will greatly disrupt the hearts and minds of the people and the army of the Principality of Mardon!

This can be regarded as a major blow to the Principality of Mardon.What made him even more upset and wanted to vomit blood was that he had already roughly guessed who was responsible for the blood rain, but he had no choice but to look so ugly.

Baron Duke, who was on the side, looked at his lord's face so ugly, his eyes lit up after thinking about it, and suggested: "Would you like to postpone the date of the decisive battle for a while, first use some time to restore some public opinion, and put this blood The rain is described as an encouragement to us from heaven, and it is described as a good omen?"

Hearing what Baron Duke said, Jem was also taken aback.

'Can the rain of blood be regarded as a good omen? '

This question, even he has never thought about it!

'Is it still possible to do this? '

After some deliberation, he found that he could really do this. After all, although it looked ominous, there was no book that stated that it was an ominous sign!

Since I made up a story like this and called it a good omen, who can do anything about me?

After thinking about it, Jim Woz was overjoyed, and asked Duke to hurry up to make up a story, preferably one with a very moving plot, and then arrange for someone to memorize the story and mix it into the streets of tomorrow morning, so as to make up for it. In the form of rumors, they share the story they just made up!

Take it in your favor before the rumors form!

Chapter 19: The Story I Just Made Up

The next day, early in the morning, the capital.

In the dilapidated wooden house deep in the alley.