The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Chapter 50: A Boring Life

If it hadn’t been for signing a contract with this college and staying here for twenty years, the mentality would have become much calmer.

The violent factor has plummeted.

Putting it in the bottomless abyss, he would never raise the idea of ​​a fair deal with the weak, and he would just draw his mind and start his hand.

The transaction can only be carried out with the existence of the same person, and the weak are not yet qualified to negotiate terms.

After all, creatures like Devil have always wanted something, so they took it by themselves.

Now that he can suppress his own nature and calmly communicate with the weak, in Olga’s opinion, he is enough to give the other person Face.

If the opponent still can’t see the situation clearly, he will no longer stick to the form, and will choose the simplest way to teach the opponent the truth of The Weak are Prey to the Strong.

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I ignored the swollen face and respectfully sent him away.

While walking around in the street, Olga began to focus on the witchcraft.

To be honest, the content of this witchcraft is not very advanced in Orrga’s opinion, and it is barely of a level. It is not a perfect work at all. It is rough and mixed with many unnecessary things, but What he needs is not the so-called esoteric knowledge, but more basic ideas or creativity.

For him, this is a guiding stone, able to point him in a direction.

With his current level of knowledge, he only needs a seed to make the opponent grow into a towering tree.

So this guide stone, although only general information, is enough to use.

It didn’t take long, after spending some effort.

According to the other side’s thinking, he completed his own problem and successfully got the result he wanted.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, he casually cast his eyes on a tree not far away.

Immediately, accompanied by a jitter, the tree, together with the birds and insects on it, burst open in an instant, turning into countless dead flowers that sprinkled in mid-air.

Two fingers gently clamped a flower floating towards own, sniffing the fragrance on it, he murmured with satisfaction: “It’s really beautiful.”

The so-called activation spell is essentially to use power to infect the remaining dead objects, temporarily giving them a certain vitality.

But it is also limited to this. Living is alive, but there is neither intelligence nor power to control, and even the activity can only be maintained for a period of time. If only this function is used, in fact, many abilities can achieve similar effects.

For example, a high-rank wizard in this world, after reaching a certain level of strength, a special radiation will appear on the body surface.

And this layer of radiation will always have an unpredictable impact on the surrounding matter, and sometimes even the closet will grow out of two legs and run away, causing them a lot of trouble.

But what is their strength?

A wizard who can be called a high-rank in Olga’s eyes, at least starts at fourth-level.

What kind of green onion is that young wizard?

A little ant is nothing but garbage that can be burned to death by spitting.

The other one is passive and uncontrollable, and the other is active and relatively controllable, so Orrjuga would be interested in it.

In the past, he was only able to invade the opponent’s body with his own will under the influence of the plague, and use the power of the creature’s own power to transform the opponent into a dead flower. As for dead objects such as stones and trees, he has nothing to do. Way, but with the idea of ​​that spell as a reference, his current ability has gone further.

As long as it is something with a substantial body, Olga can transform the other party into a flower of death. The only difference is how high the strength of that material is and how much power it takes him.

This is very important to him, symbolizing that his erosion of the world has become easier, and even blood sacrifices are no longer a necessity.

Looking at the flower in his hand casually for a while, he handed it to his side and said with a smile: “Give it to you.”

I don’t know when there was a glamorous woman wearing a black robe.

With the exception of her beautiful head being exposed, her whole body is enveloped in a black robe that slowly emits a gray mist, with a unique sense of mysteriousness.

The other party glanced at the flowers that Orleja had handed over, but did not reach out to pick them up. Instead, they pointed to the dead flowers that were all over the ground not far away, and said coldly: “No need, I think you have to Clean up this pile of poisonous things. This place is almost close to the downtown area. It is not a forbidden forest where no one is infested. It will cause a lot of trouble to other people.”

In her opinion, these scattered flowers are like the most violent poison. Ordinary wizards have no ability to resist, and Orrjaga’s actions to get it everywhere are obviously extremely irresponsible and belong to the Ministry of Public Security for them. Increase the difficulty of the task.

Under this circumstance, it was strange that she was able to give Olga a good face.

Facing the disgusting eyes of the other party, Olga waved his hand helplessly, snapped his fingers casually, and the flowers instantly ignited blood-red flames, bursting out a burst of gorgeous colors, reflecting the surroundings as illusory and beautiful. Then it disappeared without a trace in an instant, not even a trace of it was left behind, just like a fleeting dream.

Looking at her who had been stunned in this scenery, Orchuga inserted the last dead flower in his hand into the other’s coat pocket, and said casually: “It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it? If destruction is unavoidable , I think it’s better to make it look gorgeous. There is nothing negative about this flower. I hope you like it. After all, it’s always appropriate to give beautiful flowers to beautiful women.”

So ignoring the other party’s reaction, strolling leisurely humming inexplicable folk music tunes.

In his mouth, the originally ordinary tune was hummed to a height that the composer had never thought of, with a weird sense of beauty, and a random change of tune or two seemed to sublimate it again.

In recent years, due to a bit of leisure, he relied on the long-distance projection of the avatar, specially learning painting and music from the outside of the academy. With the bonus effect of his natural ability, he mixed with a big artist there in just a few months. The title of, belongs to the level that can make an ordinary aristocrat bankrupt with a single painting, and it is not necessarily affordable.

In addition, in his daily life, in addition to eating and drinking, and sleeping well, he occasionally does things that eliminate the weak and the strong, punish the good and punish the evil. After all, as a Devil, he can’t forget his roots. .

But his mind will still inevitably get bored from time to time.

Perhaps, this is the boring life of the strong, there is nothing to worry about and no enemies of life and death come out and sway, everything is so smooth.

Didn’t you say that if you open it, there will be enemies everywhere?

Why don’t I look like an enemy bird…

For this reason, Olga is often suspicious of his protagonist’s identity.