Abyss Demon of All Realms

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

According to the current information, the composition of those diseases is very complex, not just one or two, but many kinds of completely different mixed together, like a cloud of paint, even the best doctors and priests, It's impossible to tell what exactly they are, and they can only try their best to try to cure them.

Pushing open her carefully decorated hollow wooden window, she looked at the mortals lying on the ground and moaning weakly on the street downstairs. She frowned slightly, although she wanted to help, but there was nothing she could do.

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

Just like a medical intern facing a terminally ill cancer patient, other than watching helplessly, there is really not much you can do.

"Beep beep..."

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

She did not hesitate to activate it directly.

A low voice, but a male voice that should be very young came out: "The basic investigation on those diseases has come out."

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

The male voice said: "Those diseases should have been transmitted by soldiers who fought in the last demonic wave. Judging from their ability to hide from the detection ceremony, their hidden abilities have far exceeded all known diseases. Plagues, and the number of their types is too large, there are more than 500 kinds of plagues detected just now.

And they seem to have the ability to mutate rapidly. Putting completely different plagues together will quickly derive new types, so the number of plague types is still increasing, and the upper limit is unknown..."

Hearing the number of known plagues and the rapidly increasing trend, Allison was also slightly startled, realizing that things were worse than she thought.

So he hurriedly asked: "Have they asked for a temporary treatment plan?"

She no longer expects to solve the immediate problem at one time, but only hopes to come up with a temporary solution to delay the problem.

However, the other party gave her a disappointing answer: "...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 constantly evolve itself. They can't do anything about this.

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

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

She has seen the cities destroyed by monsters more than once, and she is very aware of the sufferings of various races.

With a high status within the elves, she could have lived in the back and did not need to reach the front line. One of the main reasons why she participated in the war was to avoid those tragedies from happening again.

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

Maybe it's the principle that disasters don't come singly. After hesitating for a while, the male voice continued: "Besides, there is a very bad situation, that is, the things affected by these plagues are not just living things..."

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

"According to observations, some patients' beds and even quilts and other objects have also been affected by those plagues and turned into some kind of monsters... A bed has more than ten legs, and it looks like a big spider on the wall. The same crazy crawling scene, I think you absolutely don't want to see..."

Hearing this, Alison felt a chill down her spine, and a wordless chill came to her heart.

Chapter 95: Divination Ritual

A meeting room within the defense line.

Henry Moore was sitting in the main seat with a gloomy look on his face.

The last two days have been really difficult.

Although he has been alert since he received the report from the testing department and started to prepare for various emergencies, he never expected that things would come so suddenly and without warning, in just one or two days. Time has completely eroded the situation in the defense line, and he was caught off guard.

After taking a breath, he looked at the representatives of various races and the demigod-level powerhouses in the other seats, and said with an ugly expression: "Now the plague in the city has completely lost control, and I don't even know how many people are sick. I don’t know yet, so in order to reduce the impact of the situation and avoid implicated in the outside world to the greatest extent, I have now closed all the channels connecting the inside of the defense line with the outside world, leaving only some material transportation channels to operate carefully under strict guard.”

A human old man asked aloud: "That said, the necessary treatment must be done for those patients. I have a proposal, that is, can we use the giant enchantment covering the entire defense line to search for patients inside the defense line? number, so as to separate them from the uninfected and temporarily restore some internal order."

In this regard, many existences in the conference room nodded in support.

But Henry Muir helplessly shook his head and sighed: "Although that defensive barrier has the ability to detect disease patients, its detection strength is almost the same as the detection ceremony for detecting warriors, which means that there will still be a large number of hidden dangers. Sexually infected people cannot be detected, and no matter how isolated they are, there will be a lot of disease sources that are missed, so that kind of action is meaningless."

After listening to his words, many existences also showed distress.

That means they can't carry out the policy of separate isolation at all. They can only assume that everyone is infected and adopt the stupid method of isolating the whole city together.

And that is undoubtedly an extremely negative treatment method. According to the current treatment conditions, there will inevitably be countless casualties in the city, so it can only be regarded as a last resort.

Furthermore, if it is in peacetime, forget it, but in such a time of plane war, that kind of action will undoubtedly greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of this line of defense, which will inevitably lead to the own side that is not very dominant. A state of decay occurs.

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable thing for the presence of the existence that bears the fate of its own race outside the defense line.

'We must do our best to contain it! ! '

This is something that all existence defaults to.

After thinking about it, another demigod suggested:

"Since we can't solve the plague, can we solve the releaser behind the plague?

Those plagues have a lot in common and the onset time is very similar, so their sources should be basically similar. Can the problem be solved at the source based on this?

Although I don't know if killing the releaser will remove the plague, I think it might be a good idea to try it. "

"I've thought about this before."

Henry Moore replied: "I also tried to use the spells of the prophecy department to conduct divination to confirm the other party's trace.

But more than a dozen legendary mages specializing in the prophecy department all failed!

There is no useful information to say, and even when many people are divination, they vaguely see some kind of extremely distorted unknown things, which directly cause a lot of mental damage. "

After stroking his beard and thinking for a while, Charlier, a demigod-level mage, glanced at another demigod-level mage beside him, and said, "Since they have seen something distorted, and There is no danger to life, then it means that the other party has not exceeded a certain category and is still within the reach, so maybe I can give it a try."

Hearing this, Henry's eyes suddenly lit up.

He really didn't know what the specific abilities of these demigods were. After all, each of these guys lived longer than the other, and the other was darker than the other. Except for themselves, no one could figure out how many trump cards they had hidden.

At this moment, he heard that a demigod-level powerhouse wanted to volunteer to try, he naturally had no reason to object, and immediately expressed his strong support. If you need any spell casting materials, just mention it, and he will bear all the expenses.

In the face of his generosity and the relationship that someone took the lead, several demigod-level mages who were not sure about it also stood up one after another, expressing that they would do their part.

Finally, after some discussion, they planned to get together and hold a large-scale divination ceremony together, trying to uncover the shady behind-the-scenes and completely solve the problem.

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Soon after.

With the concerted efforts of many forces within the line of defense, there are people and things.

A magical ritual that covers an area of ​​[-] square meters, uses a lot of rare materials, and has an extremely cumbersome style, was systematically depicted on a square.

After standing on the edge of the ceremony and looking at each other for a few times, several demigod-level mages who were basically standing at the top of mortal objects closed their eyes solemnly, and at the same time began to sing the cumbersome incantation, and An inexplicable force was gradually attracted by them.

Along with the ceremony, passersby monsters were beating hundreds of kilometers away.

Orshaka, who was doing daily entertainment and relaxing his mood, immediately sensed a little abnormality!

After smashing the head of a certain median demon with a fist for dozens of kilometers, Orshaka didn't bother to look at the corpse that was standing upright, and looked directly at the position of the defense line.

He clearly felt that there was a lot of maliciousness passing over there.

And many of the hundreds of constant spells he released on himself are being automatically triggered.

They are all anti-reconnaissance or anti-prophecy spells.

In this regard, he has no nervous thoughts at all, just smiled and said to himself: "This time the movement seems to be not small..."

In the past two days, people often tried to probe his information with the help of magic.

However, those actions were undoubtedly a lot more petty than this time, and they didn't even have the qualifications to let him pay attention.

At this moment, realizing that his innate ability was warning him, Orshaga's willpower turned into a distorted shadow and escaped into the void directly through some indescribable method, facing the path that was straight at him. The incoming spell slammed into it, trying to block the other party's exploration.

In the battlefield of willpower, the two sides began to compete in the most direct way.

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"Cough cough cough..."

Under the intense gaze of everyone, a certain demigod-level mage next to the prophecy ceremony, after a change in his face, suddenly blue veins burst out on his forehead.

As if he was greatly stimulated, he began to cough violently and continuously, and even blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"puff!"

With a mouthful of blood spitting out, he collapsed to the ground completely.

Everyone hurried up to support each other and started emergency treatment for him.

The demigod-level mage who was still around with his eyes closed and was still performing the ritual, although the injury was far less serious than his, was able to continue to persevere.

But most of them also have extremely ugly faces, and they are obviously in trouble.

It made all the onlookers at the scene feel hopeless in their hearts...

Chapter 96: Trauma of Consciousness

Conscious battlefield.

The fighting between the two sides is still going on.

Here, the images of both parties are customized by them, so after fighting for a long time, they can't see what the other party is. The only thing that can be sure is the other party's undisguised malice.

At this moment, Olshaga was being besieged as usual, after all, he had no such thing as a teammate.

He was used to it.

Since his debut, he has always been the one to be teamed up, maybe this is the fate of being a villain.

Compared with the opponent who has the blessing of ritual power, it can be said that he came prepared, and Olshaga, who is already one level lower than the opponent, although the power obtained by relying on the evolution system is not very encouraging to the opponent, but from the simple In terms of strength, it is undoubtedly weaker.

However, thanks to his proficient use of consciousness, he is very handy in this aspect of the battle.

For a while, even if the opponent had an advantage in numbers and strength, there was no way to get any advantage from him.

Instead, he seized the opportunity to kick out a participant.

This kind of struggle at the level of consciousness is basically equivalent to a collision of souls. There is no slight injury at all, and failure will at least be the price of serious injury.

Therefore, the demigod-level mage who was eliminated will not be able to come to participate in this battle again for a while.

Having said that, Orshaka was not relieved.

He looked at the few conscious bodies who were still at the peak before him, and still felt a little tricky.

The soul contest is essentially a kind of unskilled fighting for courage and ruthlessness.

Now the opponent's hard power is higher than his own, and if he is not careful, he will be hit with a hammer.

On the other side, looking at the indescribable thing not far away, he also has no idea in his heart.

Because it is a direct contact with the soul, many of the most essential things will be exposed.

After Olshaga, who was not normal at all, became slightly evil, his consciousness at this time was really unacceptable. Just seeing his distorted nature made the demigod-level mages present feel a little spicy. Eyes, if the conscious body has eyes.

'What the hell is this...'

All demigod-level mages are thinking about this problem.

In their perception, what is in front of them is really unheard of evil.

It is simply a large source of pollution.

Just by being in contact with it, one will involuntarily be infected with consciousness toxins, ranging from trauma to consciousness, to being directly changed into a lunatic.

It can be said that this is a difficult problem, and no matter how you do it, you will stab yourself in the blood.

But the arrow had to be fired, and they couldn't tolerate Orshaga's constant troubles in their base camp.

Even if it is injured, it must be resolved.

After this secret exchange, several of their demigod-level mages reached a tacit understanding.

While keeping silent, at the same time, he permanently ignited a part of his own source of power, turning into countless sharp spears of consciousness, stabbing directly at Olshaga.

Facing their decisive offensive, Orshaka could only say a very polite speech in a low voice:

"Grass……"

Then, it was completely enveloped by the opponent's offensive.

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"Pooh!"

Casually spitting out some blood clots, Orshaka opened her three eyes that were bleeding.

Without any hesitation, he directly used the index finger of his right hand to poke into his skull from the temple, and opened a small wound.