Abyss Demon of the Worlds

  Chapter 17 Request

  After a long time.

  No matter how he checked, Hank, who didn't feel anything wrong with him, turned his head and looked at Hutto, who was pale, as if he was seriously ill.

   didn’t understand how he became such a Hank, and asked very puzzled:

   "What happened to you just now?"

  You need to know that one [knight] can easily deal with ten strong men, and one [big knight] can easily deal with ten [knights]. This kind of person is the mainstay in any country. How can the enemy of a hundred people in the battlefield be inexplicably half-dead?

Seeing Hank’s full face of doubt, Hutto gasped slightly, his face flashed a little hesitation, and said: “I have a special talent since I was a child. I can detect whether the creatures around me can threaten me. The bigger my heart beats faster.

Just now when I saw that person, my heart was beating like it was about to run out, making me feel dizzy, unable to breathe, and almost fainted. I felt that way. This is the first time I met..."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Although I don't know how strong he is, he is definitely not something we can resist. There is no comparison at all. Even when I was young, I had never encountered wild wolves to such an extent. The sense of crisis, as if the other party could choke me to death, no matter how I resisted, it wouldn’t make any difference.”

   At the end of his speech, his tone had become extremely discouraged, completely devoid of the original look of determination.

  After listening, Hank gritted his teeth and asked: "Do you have any strange feelings in your body now? Do you know what method he used to us?"

"I don't feel strange, but what he uses is nothing more than the methods of the mysterious group. They are always very good at these messy methods, and it is precisely because of this that they are chased and killed by the church people day and night. ."

Hutto has had a lot of contact with people who claim to be casters. In his mind, there are a group of weird lunatics who shrink in dark corners all day long. They often say some messy things in their mouths, and send some from time to time. nerve.

  The group of people looked at everyone like fools, and others basically regarded them as fools.

   Hank stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Although it seems that it’s not just me, and the others didn’t react after the weird attack, but Hank always felt that things were not that simple, especially when he clearly remembered that Olga said “hope”. If you can hold on for a few more days,' when you say this, you feel that the gray-black mist is definitely not a good thing.

   But he thought about the hatred of the church towards those spellcasters, and how it looked like an evil force. He thought he might be able to find a way to pull in foreign aid...鈥斺�

  I didn’t care what the people in the cage were doing. After releasing the disease to them, Olga did not pay much attention to them. Just record their physical condition through the [source of the dead plague], and constantly make subtle adjustments to the intensity and characteristics of the plague. The incubation period should not be too long, the symptoms should not be too obvious, and the initial pain should not be too serious. He needs to find one. Balance point is good.

  The gang of mice in the cage are the vehicles for experimenting with balance. Regardless of their status and ideas, they are not very important. Anyway, the result is doomed from the beginning.

  After all, human beings who fall into the hands of demons can basically be called idiotic dreams if they want to be intact.

Although Olga is not obsessed with human souls like other demons, he just treats them as equal growth cornerstones equally, but the nature of the demons also determines that he will not give up the benefits he has obtained.

   is handed to your lips, how can it let you run?

In this world, after a period of observation, Olga, combined with the knowledge in his memory, and his own personal inspection, can be regarded as an understanding of why the devil is a target in the bottomless abyss. So keen on the invasion of the plane.

If the creatures in the Bottomless Abyss are all weird, there may be a lot of wrongs, but the inhabitants of the Bottomless Abyss are really too simple, either mental patients or lunatic murderers. Every day they want to destroy the world and even themselves. There are also many outstanding elites who are not ready to let go. It is indeed difficult to find the trouble with these guys, which makes it impossible for everyone to burn, kill, and looting happily.

The Alien Plane is different. Their inhabitants are far less talented than the Bottomless Abyss. Most of them have relatively simple thoughts, frail and sickly. Like bean sprouts, many common factors in the abyss, like air, can easily cause them. A deadly threat, so it is simply a good harvest target.

   Naturally, these places became the targets of the abyss creatures to pinch the persimmons.

  As for pinching soft persimmons, what should I do if they are pinched?

  Does this kind of thing count in the bottomless abyss?

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

  In the Wailing Forest, Olga hadn’t tried to set off a forest fire, but the plants in the abyss also had two brushes more or less, which couldn’t form a fire at all, but it’s different in this world!

  There is no difficulty in action at all!

  Relying on ordinary plants, it is completely impossible to prevent his blood inflammation from expanding the burning range.

  Even stones and ordinary clay can burn with blood inflammation.

  If it weren't for the fear of the world consciousness to directly kick himself out, Orrjuga would even be sure to burn the entire Principality of Marton directly.

  So he chose to change to a gentler way. At least the movement was not so big, and he couldn't play with all the attention from the beginning.

  After some screening, the plague and virus became his expected target!

No matter what world it is in, disease is a normal thing, but it also has a lot of destructive power, destructiveness, and transmission. 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.

Finally, after some thinking, Olga used the evolution system to evolve the special talent [Source of Dead Plague]. In his mind, this is the main ability to be responsible for harvesting leeks in the future, and the goals and characteristics of the blood inflammation are too great. It is too conspicuous and suitable for those who are **** the front. The spells can make his methods more diversified, and he can make something out of any situation.

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

  It should not be onset too fast, there is no chance of transmission, it should not be onset too late, the day lily should be cold and there is no response, and the initial intensity of the disease should not be too high. It is best to be able to jump vigorously in the early stage...

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

  And the physical condition of each race is different. The same plague has to be adjusted accordingly to be effective. All kinds of messy situations have to be set clearly.

  Actually, Olga had a feeling that he was engaged in scientific research, which made him feel a little bit painful.

  Fortunately, he has [Overclocking Brain], otherwise he can’t play these things...

  To engage in research, either you have a team, or you have a well-developed communication to communicate with other people. It is really difficult to climb the virus technology tree on your own.

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

Walking by the pool of the manor, Olga, while walking, uses the two professional training methods of monks and fighters to finely manipulate various muscles of the body to exercise his control over the body, and also in his spare time. I was thinking:'Next, we can't waste the gap in observing the virus. I want to study the spell model and energy base application of low-level spells. My way of using energy is still too rough. ’鈥斺�

  Another two months passed.

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

  The faint candlelight illuminates the things in the room.

  Orlaja touched his chin, looked at Jim Woz, who was kneeling in front of him, and asked calmly: "Do you want me to help the Principality of Marton defeat the Principality of Yar and win this war?"

   "Yes, my lord."

  Jem lowered his head deeply and said respectfully.

   nodded, Olga asked again: "So what is the price? What price are you going to pay?"

  Although he doesn't want to kill by himself for the time being, even so.

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

Jim did not hesitate, and immediately stated the conditions that he had envisioned a long time ago: "If we win this war, then we will exile all the prisoners to a remote desert island by the sea, where it will become yours. The sacrificial field, whatever you do."

After several months of observation, he has roughly grasped some of the demons’ habits, cruelty, and cunning. These two points are exactly the same as those in the record, and even a little bit higher, but the temper is unexpectedly good, even if someone does something in front of him. He didn't get angry with the reckless behavior, and besides there was a very strange self-discipline, as if he had been planned every day.

  Orraja likes killing and plundering souls.

This is something that Jem is extremely certain, but why the other party is so peaceful in the capital, which makes him somewhat unable to guess. He had already thought that the king would have a big riot, but he even arranged it specially. As a servant who is a victim, no one has ever had an accident. This is completely incompatible with the nature of the devil.

  ‘The other party’s behavior seems to have some restrictions...’ he thought.

  For Jem’s proposal, Olga neither objected nor agreed. He just drank the tea calmly, as if thinking about something.

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

  Time went by little by little, and when Jem felt that his proposal was going to be rejected, Olga said:

   "I agree to your request."

  (End of this chapter)