A certain mountain peak hundreds of kilometers away from the defense line.
On the seat piled with stones, Orshika was sitting lazily on it, like a salted fish.
He has been staying here since he made the 'poison gas bomb'. Except for occasionally killing a few monsters to satisfy his cravings, he has not bothered to move.
At this moment, a huge spell projection interface was suspended in front of him, playing all the situations of the demonic tide in real time.
These detection spells, although the picture is slightly disturbed and blurred due to the giant barrier on the periphery of the defense line, and looks like an old TV with unstable signal, with crazy mosaics and stripes, but overall it can still play some role.
See things roughly clearly.
‘177,257,394……’
He could clearly feel that the number of indigenous plague-infected people was rising.
Since those creatures are in an awake state and have a protective layer of magic transformation on their bodies, 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 their bodies.
Ershika's influence on it was very limited.
As for those who have been invaded by the virus, Orshiga can roughly feel the physical condition of those plague hosts and can manually control the virus in their bodies at critical moments.
However, to be honest, compared to the natives who were infected, there were one or two more patients infected with the plague among the abyss monsters.
Because most of those 'mobile poison gas bombs' were mixed in the demonic tide, many times they were 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 but friendly forces around them, so the first batch of infected people were actually the other monsters in the demonic tide.
Orshika had also anticipated this situation.
As soon as the demonic tide ends, the plague virus in their bodies will disappear.
It's not that he would be merciful when killing his teammates, that's just overthinking!
There is no mercy.
It's just because if those demons die too much, it will cause him more or less trouble, so there is no need.
After all, dying too much would be causing trouble for the demon lord Kalto, and Orshika didn't want to join the boss's small book for the time being.
That thing was a bit heavy, not suitable for a young and promising devil like him.
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A few days later.
Sitting on the huge monster corpse, Emerson was breathing heavily with scars all over his body. He couldn't help but feel exhausted physically and mentally from the consecutive days of fighting, and he had the urge to lie down and take a nap.
Before he could sit for long, a heroic voice came from behind: "Let's go have a drink!"
He turned around and saw a figure that was short but extremely strong.
Judging from the opponent's thick beard and physical features, it was easy to tell that he was a dwarf.
And the other party is also an old acquaintance of Emerson.
Hundreds of years ago, they had many personal feuds, and it was common for them to cause trouble for each other!
And those hatreds have been gradually forgotten by the two in the hundreds of years of fighting together, and have been replaced by a very good comradeship.
I have to say that this is indeed a bit of a trick of fate.
If it weren't for the invasion of the bottomless abyss, it would push them to the limit.
These guys of different races and different origins may never be able to live in harmony with each other in their entire lives, and they may still have to indulge in the old and long history of racial grievances.
After all, their ancestors have continued their hatred like this from generation to generation.
After shaking his head and throwing away those messy old memories, Emerson looked at the dwarf demigod in front of him helplessly and said, "Didn't I just drink once some time ago?"
The other party replied with a dissatisfied look: "A few days ago was a few days ago, and today is today. As a dwarf, I will drink even if I die."
Showing his true nature as an alcoholic.
Looking at Emerson, who looked like he didn't really want to hear his great insights, the other party became even more dissatisfied: "If you don't drink, how can you be in the mood to fight? As long as I drink enough, I can stay here until the end of the world."
Emerson shook his head and denied: "...Wrong truth."
Then he looked at the surrounding soldiers who were collecting the corpses of their companions and dealing with the remnants of various monsters, 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 one day see these monsters expelled?"
Regarding this kind of issue that they had already discussed countless times, the dwarf demigod just scratched his head and replied with some uncertainty: "It should be possible, right?"
"Anyway, I've lived long enough, and it's not a loss if I die."
"Besides, I have tried my best in this war. If one day we completely fail, I can only face it calmly, because I really have no choice."
Seeing the other party's serious expression, Emerson thought for a while, then chuckled and shook his head.
I think what the other person said makes sense.
He really tried his best, whether he succeeded or failed, there was nothing he could do.
In the end, we can only accept the result calmly.
He stood up, patted the other party's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Let's go to the old place for a drink. It's your turn to invite me this time!"
The dwarf demigod suddenly became unhappy: "What! I was the one who treated you last time, isn't it your turn to treat me this time?"
Emerson waved his hand and explained with a firm look: "That being said, you drink several times more than me every time. No matter how much you drink each time, it's always my fault, so I decided to treat you from now on."
If you drink once, you have to treat me to drink three times."
The dwarf demigod was furious: "How can this be done? There is no such reason!"
I have taken advantage of you for so many years, how can I give up?
"I……"
In the constant quarrel, they finally walked into the portal.
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Within the defense line.
Somewhere in a sealed room.
Many mages, wearing something similar to chemical protective suits, were surrounding 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 any hidden injuries to the bodies of the combatants, but also to prevent some abyss monsters from using disguises to slip into the defense line.
In the very beginning, they suffered a lot of losses due to that problem.
If there wasn't something wrong with the brains of the abyssal creatures, which tend to slip up at critical moments, this line of defense might have been breached by then.
After a careful inspection, the leading inspector looked at the information conveyed during the testing ceremony, nodded with satisfaction, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Emerson, and released him.
It was at this moment that Orshiga, 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 interior of the defense line!
Although it is just a plague, it is undoubtedly a good sign.
As long as about ten kinds of plague enter and spread successfully, he will be sure to make some big news.