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Chapter 93 Successful Entry

  A certain mountain hundreds of kilometers away from the line of defense.

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

  He has been staying here since he finished the "gas bomb", except for occasionally killing a few monsters and getting addicted to his mouth, he didn't bother to move.

  At this moment, a huge spell projection interface is floating in front of him, playing all the situations of the enchanting tide in real time.

These probing spells, although the picture is slightly disturbed and blurred due to the giant enchantment surrounding the defense line, it looks like an old TV with unstable signal, frantically mosaicing and streaking, but it can still play some role in general. See things roughly.

  '177, 257, 394...'

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

Because those creatures are in a state of awake, and the body surface has a protective layer of magical transformation, the spread of the plague has been greatly curbed. For the time being, except for a few weaker types, most of them are only infected with a little virus on the body surface. Erqijia's influence on it is very limited.

  As for the guys who have been invaded by the virus, Olga can roughly feel that the physical state of the plague host can manually control the virus in their body at a critical moment.

   However, to be honest, compared to the natives who were recruited, there were one or two more people infected with the plague in the abyss monsters.

  Because of those 'mobile gas bombs', most of them are mixed in the magic tide, and often they are killed by various long-range weapons without touching the enemy's face.

  In this case, when the virus broke out in their bodies, there was nothing beside them except the friendly forces, so the first batch of infected people were actually the rest of the monsters in the demonic wave.

  For this situation, Olga had also anticipated it.

  Just waiting for the end of the demonic wave will let the plague virus on them destroy themselves.

  It's not that he kills his teammates to show mercy to his men, that is purely thinking too much!

   There is no mercy under his hands.

  Just because those demons die too much, it will more or less cause some trouble for him, there is no need for it.

  After all, too many deaths belonged to the demon lord Calto's side.

  That thing is somewhat heavy, not suitable for a young and promising demon like him.鈥斺�

  A few days later.

  Sitting on the huge monster corpse, Emerson was panting heavily with scars. The days of fighting made him feel exhausted physically and mentally, and he wanted to lie down and sleep.

   Before he could sit for long, a heroic voice came from behind: "Go, go have a drink!"

  He turned his head to look, and saw a figure that was short but very strong.

   Judging from the opponent's thick beard and physical features, it is easy to tell that he is a dwarf.

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

  Hundreds of years ago, they still had a lot of private enmity, and it was commonplace to find trouble with each other!

  And those hatreds have been gradually forgotten by the two in these hundred years of joint combat, replaced by very good comrades in arms.

  I have to say that this is indeed a bit fortune.

  If it weren't for the invasion of the bottomless abyss, it would have pushed them to the limit.

  These guys of different races and different origins may not be able to get along with each other in their entire lives. Maybe they still have to indulge in the old and long history of racial grievances.

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

   shook his head, and after throwing out the mess of old things, Emerson looked at the dwarf in front of him with a little helplessness and said: "Didn't you just drank it once a while ago?"

  The other party replied with a dissatisfied expression: "A few days ago was a few days ago, and today is today. As a dwarf, I have to drink even if I die."

   Undoubtedly reveal the nature of his drunkard.

  Looking at a pair of Emerson who doesn't want to listen to his great insights, the other party is even more dissatisfied: "If you don't drink, I'm in the mood to go up and down. As long as I drink enough wine, I can stay in this place forever."

   Emerson directly shook his head and gave negative: "...wrong reason."

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

  "How many times have we seen a scene like this?"

   "Three hundred times? Five hundred times?"

   "Do you think we can one day see the scene of these monsters being driven out?"

  For this kind of question that they have already discussed many times, the dwarf demigod just scratched his head, and replied a little uncertainly: "Should it be possible?"

   "Anyway, I have lived long enough, and it is not a loss if I die."

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

  Looking at the other person's serious expression, Emerson thought about it, then chuckled and shook his head.

  I think the other party makes a lot of sense.

   Really tried his best, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he couldn't help it.

  After all, I can only accept the results frankly.

  He stood up and patted the other person on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go to the old place for a drink, this time you should invite me!"

  The dwarf demigod suddenly became unhappy: "What! I was the one who invited me last time, isn't it the time you invited me?"

Emerson waved his hand and explained firmly with a look: "That said, but every time you drink several times more wine than me, I lose every time I look at it, so I decided to invite you from now on. Drink it once, you have to ask me to drink it three times."

  The dwarf demigod was furious: "How can this be done? There is no such reason!"

  I have taken advantage of it for so many years, how can he give up?

"I…"

  In the constant quarrel, they finally walked into the portal.鈥斺�

  In the line of defense.

  A sealed room.

  Many mages, wearing something similar to chemical protective clothing, are walking around Emerson.

  They are checking the physical condition of Emerson. This is a step that every soldier returning from the battlefield needs to go through.

  This is not only to prevent any hidden injuries to the body of the combatants, but also to prevent certain abyssal monsters from using camouflage methods to get through the border and get into the defense line.

  In the very beginning, they had suffered a lot of losses due to that kind of problem.

  If it weren't for the true nature of the abyss creature's brain, it would be easy to fall off the chain at a critical moment, and this line of defense might have been breached at that time.

  After a careful inspection, the inspector headed by the inspector looked at the information delivered by the inspection ceremony, nodded in satisfaction, confirmed that Emerson had no problem, and released it.

  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 that his plague had entered the inside of that line of defense!

  Although it is just a plague, it is undoubtedly a good sign.

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

  'The next thing is much simpler...'

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  (End of this chapter)