There is no communication.

Olga's fist smashed directly at Emerson with sheer speed and power in the next moment.

At a height of more than six meters, his legs are about as thick as the opponent's waist, and visually it looks like an adult beating a schoolboy.

A fist is like hitting someone with a sledgehammer, and the fist is almost the same size as the opponent's head.

Looking at the fist that was about to hit him, Emerson felt the taste of not being able to take it hard, and his face immediately changed.

Years of combat experience made him know that at this distance, it would be impossible for him to dodge in a conventional way, so he directly turned the blade in his hand, directly against the edge of Olga's arm, and slashed it, wanting to directly peel off a piece of flesh. Under his feet, he kicked hard to levitate his body, and used the blade in his hand as a fulcrum to directly turn his body to the top of the opponent's arm.

When the weapon in his hand stabbed the opponent's arm, Emerson clearly felt that the curse effect attached to his weapon had taken effect, but the hardness of the layer of armor on the surface of the opponent's body made him feel shocked.

It feels like you're forcibly cutting through a demiartifact.

So without any hesitation, he directly controlled the weapon in his hand and poured all the large amount of toxins stored inside it into the wound that was not too big.

It was all slow, but it was only a momentary thing, and before Emerson could readjust his posture in mid-air, a slender blood vessel extended from the wound he had injected with toxin, and it stabbed into Emerson's arm like a venomous snake ready to attack, injecting its contents into the other's body.

In the face of this sudden situation, the magic in Emerson's body instantly burst out from the inside of that arm under his control.

With a large amount of blood spilled, the arm was completely severed.

After Orga looked at the blood vessels that retracted by themselves, most of the wounds on his arm had healed, and he didn't care about the few residual toxins left in his body, and said to the dark elf in front of him with malice: "Very decisive, I still want to inject all those toxins back into your hands......

If the weapon in the opponent's hand carries an exorcism effect, he may be slightly jealous, but if it is just a curse and toxin, it is basically for nothing to him.

As a demon, he was born with a strong resistance to toxins and curses, and with the blessing of his natural ability, this ability has been fully improved.

With the exception of a handful of poisons and curses, most of these two categories of things were just nourishment for him.

Not only will it not hurt him, but it will also replenish his energy and stamina.

But the dark elf in front of him is different, although his race also has good resistance to toxins and curses, it is still a few notches lower than Orgar.

Moreover, what Orga had just injected the other party through his own veins, in addition to the toxins contained in the opponent's blade, there was also a powerful plague that came with his natural ability.

It is a special product that can poison elemental creatures alive.

It can be said that if the other party's movements are slower than even a fraction of a second, he will be dead.

"Bastard ......"

Looking at the severed arm around him that had become full of abscesses in a second or two, Emerson was both annoyed and glad.

As a demigod, his body's resistance is definitely not weak, but that arm can quickly decay into this shape with a residual part of the energy, which shows that what has just been injected into it is not simple, and it will definitely not be good if he moves a little slower.

Holding the blade in his hand with one hand, Emerson's vigilance in his heart has reached the highest level, he knows that the slightest laxity will lead to his own death, and secretly uses the hidden communication props, wanting to delay time and wait for rescue.

Orga, who didn't know what the other party was planning, didn't directly attack the other party who had already set up a posture, but like a wild beast hunting, he kept spinning around the other party without a sound.

With a bad taste on his face, a joking word came out of his mouth: "You should be called a demigod in this world, right? According to the division of strength rank, your level should be a little higher than mine, if you weren't too careless after slashing me just now, you definitely shouldn't behave so badly." ”

Hearing the latter paragraph, Emerson was slightly stunned, only to realize that Olga was actually just a [Median Demon], and after a moment of silence, he slowly replied, "...... So what, no matter who always makes mistakes, there's nothing wrong with paying the price for your carelessness. ”

Having said that, after all, it was just a self-consolation that the loser did not lose, but I inevitably felt regret in my heart.

In this regard, although Olga had no way of knowing, he could still vaguely guess a rough idea, and after circling around twice, he looked at the other party who was still standing in place and staring at him, and the abuse in his eyes became even more obvious.

I saw him pointing, and the broken arm next to the other party said:

"I forgot to tell you one thing.

The thing I just injected you, although the effect is similar to poison, but it is essentially an airborne plague, which can enter the host's body through the skin, although then the effect will be much worse, far less than directly injecting the virus stock solution.

If you count the time, it should be almost effective......"

As soon as the words fell, Emerson's already not very good-looking face immediately froze, and his originally pale face suddenly became a little swollen and red, and the senses of his body began to slow down rapidly.

The sudden condition of the body, although it is far from achieving a lethal effect, can recover by taking some time to adjust the body, but in the current situation, these negative conditions are completely fatal factors.

In the face of his flaws, Orga, who had been waiting for a long time, did not hesitate, and directly stretched out his big hand to take off the other party's head, wanting to take off the other party's head in one fell swoop, without giving him any chance.

In the face of his blow, Emerson felt dizzy, but still tried to forcibly activate the power in his body to escape back into the shadow realm, but as soon as he mobilized his strength, he felt a large number of impurities in his body, blocking his actions at all costs, although it could take some effort to clean them up, but at this moment, there was obviously no time......

Just when he himself thought he was dying, a golden stream of light rushed directly towards Olga's head from more than ten kilometers away, trying to stop the movement in his hand.

Ignoring his arrival, Olga still grabbed the other's neck without stopping.

"Click......"

It was the sound of a broken neck bone.

The other party's neck was ripped off.

"Bang!"

The golden light also shot into Orgar's face mercilessly, causing a violent explosion.