The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Chapter 92

Dizzy, got up from the ground.

Before he could react, a whistling sound around him caught his attention.

He turned his head and looked over and found that there were a large number of monsters around him climbing from the ground.

And every one’s face was more or less confused, and it was obvious that he couldn’t understand the current situation.

After squeezing his own fist, Astra, who is [Upper Devil], felt a kind of weakness for a long time, and it was at this time that his groggy brain remembered what happened not long ago.

After touching Own’s head, he clearly felt a wound.

Looking at the blood stained from the wound on his palm, he knew that it was a wound made by an intruder not long ago!

The skull that should have been cracked not long ago has healed a lot, and only a little remains has not recovered.

Based on the recovery speed of his injury, Yate roughly estimated the time he was in a coma.

He closed his eyes and sensed the situation in his body, and found that there was nothing wrong with him.

I don’t quite understand what Orleja did to him.

After thinking for a while, his arm turned into a sickle and slashed at the other Devil beside him!

Before the opponent could react, he cut off his head and wiped him out with one blow.

Then, in front of the other monsters, he unraveled it, decomposing its body and even soul structure bit by bit, trying to find any suspicious places.

Because he didn’t believe that Olga would let them go without doing anything.

After a closer inspection, he finally frowned and threw away the remnants of his hand.

Gained nothing.

Orrjuga’s various abilities have benefited from the recent metamorphosis, and have gained a further Ascension. Before the outbreak of the plague, if not a professional expert, even [the upper Devil] would not be able to detect any abnormalities. After all, the two sides The level of business is not at one level.

He still has some authority in the professional technology of poisoning.

After another search, Astra, who still found nothing, could only temporarily let go of the unwillingness in his heart and focused on restoring his strength. After all, it was also taken by Olga. He had just arrived soon, and his strength was not in time. The recovery is cheap, and he will be brought down by Orrjuga in that simple way.

Regarding this, his heart was very angry!

Being slammed by a [Middle Devil] is completely shameful to him.

Even if the [Middle Devil] is much stronger than the standard!

Able to fight all the way out of countless Devils and become [Upper Devil], he naturally has his own pride.

In another place, Olga, who was beating a [Upper Devil] by the neck, seemed to feel something at this moment, and subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of Astra.

However, he only paid a little attention to it, and in the final analysis, he still didn’t pay much attention to it.

In his opinion.

One who can’t beat own existence now will not be regarded as a threat in the future.

This is his confidence derived from his own strength.

Throwing away Devil, who had fallen into a coma and had been injected with the plague, Olga nodded slightly: “The number of gas bombs is almost enough…”

During this time, he beat thousands of monsters, injected them with different viruses and the spiritual hints of participating in the next wave of monsters.

In his opinion, knocking these guys unconscious is a little harder than killing them.

After all, Devil’s body structure makes it difficult for them to fall into a coma.

Therefore, most of the targets he chooses are monsters that have just descended into this world!

The persimmon has to pick a soft one, and he will take the initiative to increase the difficulty for himself when he is too idle.

——

After dozens of days.

Seeing as always, from the edge of the skyline, the magic wave is constantly advancing toward the defense line.

Henry Moore did not hesitate, and directly allocated strategic resources and manpower to each key point in the old way.

Actually is not that he doesn’t know how to innovate.

At any rate, he is also a general with rich combat experience, and he naturally has a good platooning ability.

However, innovation often represents new risks, which is something he cannot afford to defend the line of defense as the first goal.

Countless countries outside the defense line can guarantee stability because they are resisting monsters.

In Henry Moore’s view, as a soldier, he must never fail the trust they gave.

The kind that is stable and stable to the limit is his first priority.

Before this goal, the rest of the ideas have to stand aside.

Because he deeply knows that even if he and others can advance to the depths of the polluted land, there is actually no decisive significance.

As long as the heavenly gods have not defeated the main force of the abyss, then the abyss’s teleportation spell cannot be terminated, and they still have to face countless invasions of monsters.

Under this premise, stabilizing the situation is the best choice.

‘May the gods win this war soon…’

Decades ago, he was just a shallow believer. After joining this hopeless war, he deeply felt the powerlessness of his own. He could only bet everything on the gods, and gradually became a godly. believer.

I have to say that this is indeed a mockery.

I thought that miracles could happen as long as you worked hard…

The reality is not very Giving face, and he told him that his hard work was in vain with his strength actions.

——

Fighting in chaos.

Feel the sensation of own blade piercing into the opponent’s body.

Emerson, the demigod of the dark elves, unconsciously showed a grin on his face.

He has been self-cultivating since he was seriously injured three or four months ago.

Thanks to the non-stop exchanges of various secret techniques between various races, all aspects of technology have been sufficiently advanced, and injuries that had nothing to expect in the past have received excellent treatment.

But even so, he still spent a lot of strength and resources to recover from his injuries, including his broken arm.

That is to say, he is a [half-god], and his status is extremely noble, otherwise I am afraid he will have to be a one-armed elf in the future…

Thinking of this, his face was full of hatred.

That is the hatred of the culprit Orrga.

Thinking of the other person’s appearance, the sharp blade in his hand unconsciously used more force.

With a vigorous horizontal stroke, Devil, who was paralyzed by the rune on the blade, was cut into two horizontally.

Looking at the monster with strong vitality and not yet completely dead.

Emerson’s eyes were full of disgust, and he stomped on his head.

With the sound of the object exploding, the red and white sauce splashed all over the floor.

He sneered cruelly: “Trash…”

Then he disappeared in place without nostalgia, sneaking towards the rest of the target.

I didn’t notice it at all. I don’t know when the surface of own’s body started, and it has been infected with a lot of viruses that are invisible to the naked eye!

Thanks to the strength of his [Demi-God] level, those viruses cannot sneak into his body when he is awake, but their characteristics still make them attached to Emerson’s body surface, clothing, and weapons. As his own mobile source of infection, he kept spreading to the surroundings.

And in scenes like this, countless occurrences occurred in a very short period of time, and a large number of indigenous powerhouses unknowingly turned into a plague hotbed of Olga…