Chapter 11

If you want to compete with God's test, maybe it's something everyone who has mastered flying skills will try.

Olga did not know how high the sky was.

But it doesn't prevent him from trying.

The result was very straightforward and failed directly.

Because he couldn't fly to the top anyway. The higher he flew, the greater the pressure, as if a hand wanted to pull him back to the ground.

If magic is used as the power, his flight speed can even reach supersonic speed. He can cut flesh and blood by using the air flow generated during flight. However, after flying straight to the sky at the fastest speed for more than ten minutes, he has reached the limit level, and he can't go up in any higher area.

So he began to practice various flying skills in the sky, and the creatures he met were the test objects to test his achievements.

Although the creatures in the sky seem to be less than those on the ground, they are more mobile. When you look up, you can see all kinds of creatures flying and shuttling. The actual biological density is more than that on the ground.

With enough targets, more spells and skills are used in his hands.

What was needed for air combat was familiar to him at an extremely fast speed.

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When the night fell again, Olga, who added some scars again, slowly landed on the top of a mountain.

He looked down at everything in the forest from a commanding position. After he advanced to the [lower devil], his vision was strengthened. He could even see ants hundreds of meters away and watch the ecological chain in the howling forest more carefully.

Today, his strength is different from that when he first entered here. Now he doesn't need to worry about any messy things. His strength has stood at the peak here and at the top of the food chain.

I'm sure of anyone I meet, and I'll tell him what to do!

However, he is still a little short of his final goal in the howling forest!

Whether the ultimate goal is achieved or not will determine whether he will eat meat or porridge in other abyss areas in the future.

Just relying on the strength level of a [lower demon] can't give him any sense of security.

Hang up is just out of the level of mobile grain reserves.

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The abyss contract talent contained in him began its first operation.

An inexplicable force pulled his consciousness to an area shrouded by a halo. The immeasurable brilliance varied in strength, just like a spark, moving and flashing disorderly.

Some are strong and some are weak.

These light spots represent the summoning ceremony being used by external beings to summon abyss creatures, and the intensity of light spots represents the amount of sacrifices paid by each other.

This place is divided according to strength, and the areas occupied by abyssal creatures of different levels are also different.

In the area where Olga is located, although everyone has only one spiritual idea and can't see the specific images of other demons, Olga can still roughly feel their strength.

Very few are better than him, and most are not as good as him.

The number of these light spots is innumerable. Countless lights are on and out all the time, just like the twinkling stars in the sky.

Olga needs to choose one that suits him first.

They are divided into two colors. One is white, which represents the ordinary call. The other party pays sacrifices, and the devil is responsible for completing the other party's requirements. The other is red, which means that the high-level devil with the lowest strength is [superior devil] and is calling the low-level devil outside with the talent ability [devil call]. Most of this situation means that the other party is carrying out cross plane invasion and has been fighting to an extremely fierce degree. Otherwise, there will never be a devil who doesn't want to eat alone.

To cross through the red light spot, you generally need to obey the orders of the upper demons to a certain extent, and turn in part of your own soul.

It doesn't sound very cost-effective!

But now that everything has been carried out to launch a war openly, it can be regarded as solving the preconditions required for most demons to invade. Just follow the big forces and kill them all the way. You can win anything and die on the spot if you lose. You don't need to think more!

This actually satisfies the thoughts of many demons.

I don't have the ability to start my own business. It's good to move bricks!

So even if you want to be a wage earner and be deducted, there are not many demons who still choose to enter the red light spot.

Olga didn't want to be a migrant worker for the time being, so he directly skipped all the red light spots and focused on the white light area.

He didn't directly pick the light spots with the strongest light, but wanted to pick the type that was neither too strong nor too weak.

After taking some time to choose one, Olga, relying on his strong strength, directly pushed away the ideas of several competitors around and directly broke into the light spot.

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This moment.

Olga's body in the bottomless abyss was also pulled into it by the power of the bottomless abyss.

In a turbid light and fog, Olga heard the prayer of the abyss. It was the other party on the ectopic side praising the abyss.

He knew that as long as he moved a little further, he could reach the ectopic side.

But he did not choose to do so, but directly stuck in the middle of the transmission channel.

Olga's idea moved, and the [cross-border projection simulacrum] specially evolved during the advanced [lower demon] played a direct role.

Olga's soul was torn down and turned into his own image, which directly appeared on the other side of the calling ceremony.

[ten seconds...]

This is the transmission channel generated by the calling ceremony and can last for a long time.

If he does not reach the other side of the world after this time, Olga will lose the other side's plane coordinates and be forcibly sent back to the bottomless abyss by the power of ritual.

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In the dark night, in the open flat land.

A huge bonfire lit up the desolate building.

It used to be a well-known prison in the Kingdom, but it was abandoned after the address was moved. The place that has not been taken care of for many years reveals a kind of dead silence everywhere.

The blood of wild animals and human beings are mixed into pigments through drugs, which are then portrayed as magic runes and embedded in the land.

Finally, countless mantras were portrayed as a magic array with a six pointed star inside and a circle outside, covering nearly half of the football field. In the center, there was a corpse pile made of dozens of human corpses, which were just put forward from the death prison of Wangdu, each of whom was specially raised.

Their deaths were caused by injuries on their necks, and their blood had not dried up. It was obvious that they had just died.

Dozens of people wearing black robes and covering the whole body stood together around the magic array, led by a bald middle-aged man, constantly singing spells.

Not far away, a large group of people and horses are watching. Their number is close to 200. They are tall and straight. They ride tall war horses with good blood lineage, wear carefully maintained full-body light armor and expensive Knight Sword. They are very elite Knight troops in terms of dress and behavior.

"Your Highness, I think these heretics are completely crazy. We'd better ask the Duchy of litt for help about the war."

Baron Duke Abbott, looking at the distant summoning ceremony, whispered to the crown prince next to him.

After listening to his confidant, Jim Woz looked at the magic array that was still quiet, and his heart was also hesitant.

But after a moment of hesitation, he shook his head. When Baron Duke lowered his head in disappointment, Prince Jim said, "give them another twenty minutes, if there is no result, clean them up, and report to the church that we have confiscated a group of cults, including the sorcerer SART they have been looking for."

After listening to Jim Woz's words, Duke was determined that he was both a noble and a knight. He had no good feelings for these evil believers. He could tolerate each other to hold such a blasphemy ceremony in front of him. In the face of his loyalists, he had long wanted to cut off their heads.

Now with Jim Woz's words, he didn't believe that SART could summon any alien powerful demons to restore the existence of the war from the beginning. He directly began to move his body slightly. As soon as the time came, he rode with the knight army to kill the cults in the distance.

In the distance, SART seemed to feel the strong malice behind him, and a cold sweat exuded from his forehead involuntarily.

"Damn it, how could you fail!"

More than ten years ago, when he was just an ordinary poor man, he found a magical book from an abandoned cave in his hometown, which was at least hundreds of years ago during the great settlement of the church. It recorded all kinds of taboo knowledge blocked by the church. They were powerful or strange, and firmly attracted him like the most deadly poison, It made him indulge in it.

Although he had lost the best time to practice magic, he spent countless energy and painstakingly studying the knowledge with perseverance and perseverance, and finally became a powerful magician.

Although some traces were not cleaned up afterwards, and the church staff caught some horse feet, resulting in being hung on the reward list of the church all year round, they still live very natural and unrestrained by relying on their own strength.

Not long ago, I heard of the war between the Principality of Marton and the Principality of Yar, which was extremely fierce.

He took the cult he had established over the years and wanted to pick up the body for research.

However, after he accidentally met the crown prince of the Principality of Marton, there were some turning points. SART was surprised to learn that the other party actually tried to use some mysterious means to recover the defeat of the Principality of Marton, which opened his mind!

Mystery side?

I'm not!

The means to recover the defeat?

Don't mention it. It's really in the magic classics, but the casting procedure is extremely cumbersome, and it needs a lot of precious materials. He hasn't found them even after preparing for many years.

"Why don't I take this opportunity to ask the other party to help me collect materials, then cast a spell to help him recover his defeat, and finally change his face and become an aristocrat?"

Once this idea appears, it can no longer be contained!