Chapter 93

A mountain hundreds of kilometers from the line of defense.

On the stone piled seat, Olga was sitting lazily on it, just like a salted fish.

He has been here since he made the "poison gas bomb". He is too lazy to move except occasionally killing a few demons for mouth addiction.

At this moment, a huge magic projection interface is suspended in front of him, playing all the situations of the wave of enchantment in real time.

Although the images of these exploratory spells are slightly disturbed and a little blurred due to the huge boundary around the defense line, they look like crazy mosaics and stripes like the old TV with unstable signal, they can still play some roles in general and see things roughly.

‘177、257、394……’

He can clearly feel that the number of indigenous plague infected people is rising.

Because those creatures are awake and have a protective layer of magic transformation on the body surface, the spread of the plague has been greatly curbed. For the time being, except for a few weak types, most of them are only contaminated with some viruses on the body surface, and Olga has limited influence on them.

For those who have been invaded by the virus, Olga can roughly feel the physical state of those plague hosts and can manually control the virus in their bodies at a critical moment.

However, to tell the truth, compared with the aborigines who were recruited, there were one or two more patients infected with the plague in the abyss demon than them.

Because most of those "mobile poison gas bombs" are mixed in the devil tide. Many times, they are killed by various long-range weapons without even touching the enemy's face.

In this case, when the virus broke out in their bodies, there was nothing beside them except friendly forces, so the first infected people were actually the other demons in the demon tide.

Olga had long expected this situation.

As long as the demon tide is over, it will kill the plague virus on them.

It's not that he will be merciful when killing his teammates. That's just thinking too much!

There is no mercy.

Just because if those demons die more, they will bring him some trouble more or less. It's not necessary.

After all, many deaths belong to adding blocks to the demon lord carlto. Olga doesn't want to go to the big man's little book for the time being.

It's a little heavy and not suitable for young and promising demons like him.

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A few days later.

Sitting on the huge demon corpse, Emerson gasped with scars. After days of fighting, he couldn't help feeling physically and mentally tired. He had the idea of lying down and sleeping.

Not waiting for him to sit for long, there was a heroic voice behind him: "go and have a drink!"

He turned his head and saw a very strong figure although short.

From the other party's thick beard and physical characteristics, it is easy to see that it is a dwarf.

And the other party is also an old acquaintance of Emerson.

Hundreds of years ago, they had many private enemies, and it was common for them to find trouble with each other!

The hatred has been gradually forgotten by the two in the hundred years of joint combat, and replaced by very good comrades in arms.

I have to say it's really a bit of luck.

If it were not for the invasion of the bottomless abyss, they would be pushed to the limit.

These guys from different races and origins may not be able to get along well all their life. They may still indulge in the old and long history of racial resentment.

After all, their generations have continued their hatred from generation to generation like that.

After shaking his head and throwing out those messy old things, Emerson looked at the dwarf demigod in front of him a little reluctantly and said, "didn't you just drink once some time ago?"

The other side replied with dissatisfaction: "a few days ago, today is today. As a dwarf, I want to drink even if I die."

Expose your alcoholic nature.

Looking at a pair of Emerson who didn't want to hear his great opinions, the other party was even more dissatisfied: "if I don't drink, I'm not in the mood to fight. As long as I drink enough, I can stay in this place forever."

Emerson directly shook his head and gave a negative: "... Crooked truth."

Then he looked around at the soldiers who were converging the corpses of their companions and dealing with the remnants of various demons, and said with a heavy look:

"How many times have we seen scenes like this?"

"Three hundred times? Five hundred times?"

"Do you think we can see the scene of these demons being expelled one day?"

For this kind of problem, which they had discussed many times, the dwarf demigod just scratched his head and replied with a little uncertainty: "should it be?"

"Anyway, I've lived long enough to die."

"Moreover, I have tried my best enough in this war. If one day I wait for complete failure, I can only face it calmly, because I really can't help it."

Looking at each other's serious look, Emerson thought, smiled and shook his head.

I think the other party makes a lot of sense.

He really tried his best. Whether he succeeded or failed, he couldn't help it.

After all, we can only accept the results calmly.

He stood up, patted each other on the shoulder, smiled and said, "let's go and drink in the old place. It's your turn to invite me this time!"

The dwarf demigod was immediately unhappy: "what! Last time it was my treat. Shouldn't you treat me this time?"

Emerson waved his hand and firmly explained, "that's all, but you drink several times more wine than me every time. I'm at a loss for one person at a time, so I decided to buy you a drink from now on, and you want to buy me three times."

The dwarf demigod was angry: "how can this do? There is no such reason!"

I've taken advantage of it for so many years. How can I give up?

"I..."

In the constant quarrel, they finally entered the portal.

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Inside the line of defense.

A sealed room.

Many mages were wearing something similar to chemical protective clothing and were walking around Emerson.

They are checking Emerson's physical condition, which is a step that every soldier returning from the battlefield needs to go through.

This is not only to prevent the participants from having any hidden injuries, but also to prevent some abyss demons from muddling through and sneaking into the defense line by means of camouflage.

At the very beginning, they suffered a lot because of that problem.

If it were not for the fact that there was something wrong with the abyss creature's brain and it was easy to fall off the chain at the critical moment, this line of defense might have been broken at that time.

After a careful inspection, the chief inspector looked at the information conveyed by the inspection ceremony, nodded with satisfaction, confirmed that Emerson had no problem and let him out.

It was also at this moment that Olga, hundreds of kilometers away, slowly sat up with a satisfied smile on his face.

After several days of waiting, he finally felt his plague and entered the interior of the line of defense!

Although it is just a plague, it undoubtedly bodes well.

As long as about ten plagues enter and spread successfully, he is sure to make some big news.

"The next thing is much simpler..."