Abyss Demon of All Realms

"Are you ready to start?"

This is what he expected.

As far as he knew, seven batches of monsters had been brought in in the past three months.

If they don't start fighting, they will be overwhelmed by demons in two months. It is estimated that even if there is a contract to suppress them, these abyssal creatures will have to fight a few large-scale gangs first, and fall into self-infighting.

Even though they would engage in internal friction even now...

The most direct manifestation is that many [little devils] were eaten as snacks by the superiors, and now there are only a pile of bones piled up in a mess.

"It's finally about to start, but I've only recovered about half of my strength."

Hart beside him stood up and frowned, "How much strength have you recovered?"

Orshaka replied without turning her head, "It's about the same as you."

"Four percent."

"Four percent."

"Fifty percent..."

After listening to the replies from many monsters, Hart touched his chin and suggested, "Do you want to wait for the next time?"

Basically, only about half of their strength has been recovered, which is not very safe.

A smile appeared on the corner of Olshaga's mouth and she refused, "No need, I want to go out and exercise my body. It's really boring to stay here for three months."

With him taking the lead, many monsters immediately booed: "That's right, it's too boring, we're going out to kill and have fun!"

It is not easy for them to be able to suppress their temper and stay here for three months.

They can't bear to stay for a few more months.

Seeing the excited looks of his companions, Hart, who had just mentioned it casually, didn't insist on his own ideas, and took advantage of the situation: "Okay, let's join in the fun!"

"Kill those natives!!"

"Soul!! Soul!!"

"Ha ha……"

Accompanied by a strong explosion, a huge hole was pierced through the upper swamp in an instant, and dozens of monsters flew out of it one after another, rushing towards the place marked by the mark.

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Henry Moore stood on the wall of the fortress, looking at the huge imprint in the sky in the distance, his brows were slightly frowned.

He has been stationed in this zone for decades, so he naturally knows what that means.

Since the demons invaded this world more than 100 years ago, hundreds of [Polluted Lands] have appeared one after another in this world.

Different from the previous internal struggles in Mi Ling World, where there is room for demons, no matter whether they are civilians or nobles, they are all equal prey. They have never had the habit of keeping alive, nor have they ever had the habit of negotiating.

In the face of their sudden attack, more than a dozen kingdoms disappeared immediately, and hundreds of millions of lives were directly lost.

And in order to resist their expansion, under the leadership of the gods, hundreds of defense zones were established.

Countless races abandoned their previous prejudices, ignored their previous hatred, and joined hands wholeheartedly for the first time.

But even so, under the demon's offensive, a lot of manpower and material resources are consumed in it every day.

Take this defense area as an example, basically every few months, there will be demon marks rising, followed by the opponent's continuous offensive, and in the crazy attacks of those monsters, even if they Occupying a favorable location, every time it will still bring extremely heavy trauma to the victim.

But those monsters that were supposed to suffer more serious injuries, just like Killing Incessantly, would have soldiers sent over from time to time, and the number did not feel any decrease at all. The offensive was as fierce as ever, which made them feel a little palpitation.

It was a feeling of bewilderment!

As the natives of Miling World, they can't understand why these creatures are so crazy, so fearless of death, and the number is so amazing, no matter how they kill, the number is still so many, even cockroaches shouldn't There are so many.

'One wave is killed and another wave is killed. The more they are killed, the more they come. Could it be that they all grew out of the ground? '

This kind of distress not only troubles Henry and the world, but also affects most of the world that is plagued by demons.

Enemies that can't be killed.

After seeing the blood, it was like a mad dog.

Henry knew very well that if it weren't for the fact that there is something wrong with the brains of these demons, they always lose the chain at critical moments, and occasionally kill their own people more vigorously than killing the enemy in battle, and this line of defense of theirs may have already fallen. up.

Looking at the rapidly approaching demon tide in the distance, he sighed slowly, still a little unable to understand why this crazy race is so strong and able to accumulate so many numbers.

From his point of view, they can kill each other to kill the species.

'Could it be that they really grew out of the ground? '

He guessed with some puzzlement.

While thinking about this question, he gave orders to his subordinates beside him: "Activate all the defensive magic on the outer layer, and pay attention to the underground part. They almost dug a hole from the ground last time!"

"understand!"

Looking at the departing subordinates and the soldiers on the city wall watching the demonic tide nervously, Henry sighed slightly, and prayed secretly in his heart: "May the gods bless us to win again..."

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Mixed in the magic tide, after getting close to the defense line for a certain distance, Orshaga felt that the effect of [Polluted Land] was rapidly fading, and the world's oppressive power was slowly increasing.

The movements of many monsters were immediately stagnant, but under the coercion of the monsters behind them, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and push forward.

The first to attack them was the fortress of the line of defense.

The crystal inlaid on the top of the fortress, with a flash of brilliance, bloomed a burst of dazzling brilliance.

A beam of light several meters wide and tens of kilometers long was released from it.

Like a lightsaber held in someone's hand, it slashed straight towards the demon tide with unparalleled momentum.

A hundred-armed monster tens of meters tall did not show any weakness in the face of this blow!

Immediately, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of a certain snake demon beside him, he extracted its spine alive, and attacked it head-on as if waving a bloody whip.

"Oh!"

In the violent explosion, dust hundreds of meters high was kicked up!

Where the two meet, the weaker demon is thrown away like a rag doll.

After a head-on blow, the momentum of the beam of light became weaker immediately, and half of the spine that was used as a weapon in the hand of the hundred-armed monster was gasified, and hundreds of arms were broken one after another. , looks very miserable.

But after suffering such an injury, his momentum still didn't weaken in any way, but his expression became more and more excited and crazy.

Accompanied by the surge of magic power on his body, the broken arm sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, extending out one by one, and it returned to its original state in a few minutes.

Seeing such a scene in the distance, Olshaga began to estimate in her heart whether she could take the blow just now.

Not long after, he got his answer, with a smile on his face.

Chapter 79: The Orc Man

"Zi..."

As the arrows and crossbow bolts penetrated the body of the demon beside him, Olshaga clearly heard the sound of flesh being corroded.

Their limbs and even their internal organs, under the sacred power attached to the weapon, are like encountering a nemesis. Once the skin is pierced, it will cause massive festering, turning into a lump of mud.

Reaching out his hand to catch a crossbow arrow that was shot at him, Olshaga's fingers squeezed its arrow with a slight force, revealing the white powdery object contained in it.

"Zi..."

The moment it came into contact with Olshaga, bursts of holy energy were automatically released from the pile of powder, constantly attacking Olshaga's power, trying to break through his defense.

He ignored this, but observed it with great interest.

Take a close look at how it works.

The structure of this substance is a bit like the so-called [Saint Ashes] in the previous world. The manufacturing principle should be that the bones of devout believers have been specially treated to stimulate their potential power, but the concentration is far less high.

According to Olshaga's estimation, the deceased should be far from the standard of a saint before his death, at most the level of a devout believer.

The main reason why the effect looks strong is that the rune on the arrow expands its effect, so that one point of force and tenth of the result are achieved.

From this point of view, the background of a high-level world is revealed.

Compared with the low-level world, which can only be used violently with cherished materials, they already have a lot of relevant knowledge and can go beyond the most basic stage, so that things can be easily played to better effects.

After thinking for a while, the magic power in Orshaga's hand instantly exerted its effect, directly corroding that layer of matter.

He summed up in his own words: "Beating people with ashes, you really don't respect me at all..."

Once two opposing forces meet, the stronger one has the absolute advantage.

Under this premise, for Olshaga, the destructive power of these arrows is not much stronger than that of ordinary crossbow arrows.

The divine power above will be wiped out the moment it touches him, and just relying on pure physical damage, these crossbow arrows can't pierce his exoskeleton at all.

It can be said that if it is just this kind of attack, even if they stand and let them fight, Orshaga will not be injured.

The purity of the two powers is not at the same level.

And monsters like this that can ignore arrows and crossbows, in this battlefield, Olshaga can see hundreds of them at a glance.

Most of them, although the purity of magic power is not as pure as Orshaga's, but this attack is still a tickling for them.

Compared to those low-level monsters who were abused in large numbers, although these high-level monsters were few in number, they were the biggest enemy of this line of defense.

In frontal combat, ordinary soldiers can't fight against them at all, and they can only let them go unparalleled.

It can be said that as long as any one rushes to the city wall, they can bring heavy casualties to the other side!

This is unacceptable to an opponent whose reproductive power is far less than that of a demon. If they really want to do that, three or two magic tides can kill their soldiers at the bottom.

Therefore, there will inevitably be indigenous powerhouses who will block these dangerous monsters.

And the situation was exactly as he thought. After he approached the city wall for a certain distance, a faint airflow suddenly appeared near the back of his head.

Olshaga instinctively sensed a threat.

Immediately, he tilted his head slightly.

Then he saw a one-meter-long machete silently pass over his head.

If his reaction was a little slower, the knife would hit his Tianling Gai directly from the middle of the two horns on top of his head.

Looking at the owner of the knife, Orshaga saw a sturdy creature whose appearance was close to that of a human, but still retained some primitive beast characteristics.

'Orcs. '

According to the information obtained before, he recognized the race of the other party.

In his information, the talents of this race are basically the same as those of human beings, whether it is intelligence, lifespan, reproduction rate, physical quality are very similar, but the character is relatively irritable, and there are very few magical talents. It's something called shaman talent.

Glancing at the various luxurious patterns painted on the other party's body, Orshaga understood the meaning.

[Courageous Warrior], [Swift Body], [Poison Retreat], [Damage Reduction]...

There are more than a hundred of all kinds.

As far as he knows, this kind of thing is not a decorative pattern, but a war totem drawn by the orc shaman using a lot of magic materials.

It has a mysterious power in the memory of the natives, and only the strong can bear it.

And the stronger the strength, the more totems that can be endured.

So to a certain extent, the totem on the opponent's body is equivalent to strength appraisal.

Twisting his head, looking at the opponent who is taller than his current compressed body, Orshaga's face did not show any anger that he was almost attacked, but asked with interest: "From your Judging from the number of totems on your body, according to the strength of your world, you should be legendary, right?"

After being dodged, he quickly stood up and prepared to deal with the orc who counterattacked. Facing Olshaga's question, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, apparently a little puzzled by the meaning of the other party's question.

After some hesitation, he still didn't answer Olshaga's question, and chose to slash at the opponent again with the weapon in his hand.

He moved his footsteps slightly to the left, dodging the opponent's attack again, the expression on Orshaga's face still did not show any anger, but took the opportunity to carefully look at the rune carved on the machete. Hastily commented:

"The exorcism rune, it shouldn't be very easy to be cut by it. This is really targeted equipment."

Facing his evaluation, the orc man just slashed with a cold face and several knives in a row!

Under the power of the totem, these knives were cut out at the same time as if they were cut out at the same time. They made a perfect arc in the air, and at the same time, they blocked all the retreats of Olsaka, and slashed straight towards his neck.

For his sure hit, the orc man's heart is full of confidence, this is the profound meaning he has mastered after training for decades.

Since I learned it, no one has ever been able to escape except for being resisted a few times.

The next moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his expression couldn't help showing disbelief.