Chapter 92

Dizzy, he got up from the ground.

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

He looked around and found that a large number of demons were climbing up from the ground.

And everyone's face is more or less confused, and obviously some can't understand the current situation.

He shook his fist. As a [superior demon], Yate felt a kind of weakness for a long time. It was at this time that his dizzy brain remembered something not long ago.

After touching his head, he clearly felt a wound.

Looking at the blood on his palm from the wound, he knew that it was the scar hit by the invaders not long ago!

The skull that should have been cracked not long ago has healed a lot, only some residues have not recovered.

According to the recovery speed of his injury, Yate roughly estimated the time of his coma.

He closed his eyes and felt the condition in his body. He found that there was no problem. A trace of incomprehension flashed through the bottom of his eyes.

I don't know what Albuquerque did to himself.

After thinking about it, his arm turned into a sickle and cleaved to another demon beside him!

Before the other party reacts, cut off his head and kill him with a blow.

Then, in front of other demons, they will disintegrate their body and even soul structure bit by bit, trying to find out any suspicious places.

Because he didn't believe Olga would do nothing and let them go.

After a careful examination, he finally frowned and threw away the residue in his hand.

have gained nothing.

Olga's various abilities have been further improved due to the recent transformation. Before the outbreak of the plague, if it was not a professional expert, even the [upper devil] could not detect any abnormalities. After all, the business level of both sides was not at the same level.

He is still a little authoritative in the professional technology of poisoning.

After another search, Yate, who still got nothing, could only temporarily put aside his reluctance and focus on restoring his strength. After all, he was occupied by Olga. He had just arrived, and his strength had not been recovered in time. Only then could he be put down by Olga.

For this, his heart is very angry!

Being hanged by a [median demon] was completely humiliating to him.

Even if the [median demon] is far better than the standard!

He can kill all the way among countless demons and become a "superior demon". Naturally, he has his own pride.

At another place, Olga, who was beating him with the neck of a [superior demon], seemed to feel something at the moment, subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of Yate.

However, he only paid a little attention to it. In the final analysis, he didn't pay much attention to it.

In his opinion.

One can't beat his own existence now, and it's not a threat in the future.

This is his self-confidence derived from his own strength.

Throwing aside the demon who had fallen into a coma and was injected with the plague, Olga nodded slightly: "the number of poison gas bombs is almost enough..."

During this time, he beat thousands of demons, injected them with different viruses and spiritual hints to participate in the next demon tide.

In his opinion, it's harder to knock these guys out than to kill them.

After all, the devil's body structure makes it difficult for them to fall into a coma.

Therefore, most of the targets he chose were demons that had just come to the world!

Persimmons should be pinched with soft ones. Only when he is too idle will he take the initiative to increase the difficulty for himself.

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Dozens of days later.

As always, from the edge of the skyline, the magic tide advancing towards the defense line.

Without hesitation, Henry Moore directly allocated strategic resources and manpower to each key point in the old way.

Not that he doesn't know how to innovate.

At least he is also a general with rich combat experience. Naturally, he has good troop arrangement ability.

But innovation often represents new risks, which is something he can't afford to put the defense line in the first goal.

Countless countries outside the defense line can ensure stability just because they are resisting demons.

In Henry Moore's view, as a soldier, he must not live up to their trust.

The kind of stability that is 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 push into the depths of the polluted land, there is no decisive significance.

As long as the gods in the sky have not defeated the main army of the abyss, the transmission spell of the abyss cannot be terminated. They still have to face countless invasions of demons.

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

"May the gods win this war as soon as possible..."

Decades ago, he was just a shallow believer. After joining the war with little hope, he deeply felt his powerlessness and could only bet everything on the gods, so he gradually became a devout believer.

It has to be said that this is indeed a kind of irony.

I thought miracles could happen as long as I worked hard

The reality did not give him much face. He told him that his efforts were in vain.

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In a chaotic fight.

Feel the touch of your sharp blade penetrating into the other party's body.

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

He has been cultivating since he was seriously wounded by Olga three or four months ago.

Thanks to the continuous exchange of various mysteries among different races, various technologies have made sufficient progress, and the injuries that were not expected in the past have been treated very well.

But even so, he still spent a lot of effort and resources to recover from the injury, including the broken arm.

That is to say, he is a demigod with a very noble status. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will have to be a one armed elf in the future

At the thought of this, his face was full of hatred.

It was hatred for Olga, the culprit.

Thinking of each other's appearance, the sharp blade in his hand unconsciously exerted more force.

With a horizontal stroke, he cut the demon paralyzed by the rune on the sharp blade in two.

Looking at the demon with strong vitality and not completely dead.

Emerson's eyes were full of disgust and stepped on his head.

With the sound of objects exploding, red and white sauce splashed all over the ground.

He laughed cruelly, "waste..."

Then he disappeared in place without nostalgia and sneaked away towards the other goals.

I didn't notice that the surface of my body had been infected with a large number of viruses invisible to the naked eye since I didn't know when!

Thanks to the strength of his [demigod] level, those viruses can not sneak into his body when he is awake, but their characteristics still make them attached to Emerson's body surface, clothes and weapons, taking him as their own mobile infection source and spreading around.

Such scenes have happened countless times in a very short time. A large number of strong indigenous people have unknowingly turned into a hotbed of plague in ordanga