After a long time.

No matter how much he checked, Hank, who didn't feel anything wrong with him, turned his head to look at Heto, who was pale and looked as if he was seriously ill.

I didn't understand how he could have become such a Hank, and asked in confusion:

"What happened to you?"

You must know that one [Knight] can easily deal with ten strong men, and one [Great Knight] can easily deal with ten [Knights]. This kind of person is the mainstay of any country, and how can a hundred enemies on the battlefield inexplicably look half-dead?

Looking at Hank's face full of doubts, Heto gasped slightly, and after a little hesitation flashed on his face, he said: "I have had a special natural ability since I was a child, I can detect whether the creatures around me can pose a threat to me, and the greater the threat, the faster my heart beats.

When I saw that person just now, my heart immediately beat as if it was about to run out, making me feel dizzy, I couldn't even breathe, and I almost passed out, and this was the first time I had encountered that level of feeling......"

After thinking about it, he added: "Although I don't know how strong he is, it's definitely not something we can resist, there is no comparison at all, even when I was young, I never had that level of crisis when I encountered a wild wolf, as if the other party could strangle me to death at will, no matter how I resisted, it wouldn't make any difference." ”

By the end, his tone had become extremely discouraged, and he had completely lost the resolute look he had at the beginning.

After listening, Hank gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you feel anything strange in your body now?"

He didn't feel strange, but he was using nothing more than the methods of the mysteries, who were always very good at these messy methods, and it was for this reason that they were hunted down day and night by the people of the church. ”

Heto had had a lot of contact with those who claimed to be spellcasters, and in his mind they were a bunch of eccentric lunatics huddled in dark corners all day long, often mouthing out gibberish things and getting nervous every now and then.

Those people look at everyone like fools, and everyone else basically thinks of them as fools.

Hank touched his chin and fell into thought.

Although it seemed that it wasn't just him, and the others didn't react to the strange attack, Hank always felt that things would not be so simple, especially when he clearly remembered that Orga himself said, 'I hope you can hold on for a few more days', and that gray-black mist was anything but good.

But he thought about the Church's hatred for those spellcasters, and how it looked like a place of evil forces. He felt that he might be able to find a way to pull in foreign help......

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Regardless of what the people in the cage were doing, Olga didn't pay much attention to them after releasing them from the disease. It's just that through the [Source of the Dead Plague] to record their physical condition, and constantly make subtle adjustments to the strength and characteristics of the plague, the incubation period can't be too long, the symptoms can't be too obvious, the initial pain can't be too severe, he still needs to find a balance.

And the guinea pigs in the cage are the carriers of the balance of the experiments, no matter what their identities or ideas, it doesn't matter much, anyway, the result is already doomed from the beginning.

After all, the human beings who fell into the hands of demons can basically be called foolish dreams if they want to be intact.

Although Orga is not as obsessed with human souls as other demons, and only treats them as equal growth cornerstones, the nature of the demon also determines that he will not give up the benefits in his hands.

It's all handed to your mouth, how can you let you run?

In this world, after a period of observation, Olga combined the knowledge in his memory with his own personal inspection, and realized why demons are so keen on dimensional invasion when they are full of targets in the bottomless abyss.

If the creatures in the bottomless abyss are all strange, there may be a lot of wronged existences, but the inhabitants of the bottomless abyss are really too simple, either psychopaths or madmen and murderers, and there are many outstanding elites who want to destroy the world every day and are not even ready to let go of themselves. It's really hard to find trouble with these guys, which makes it impossible for everyone to burn and loot happily.

The different planes are different, their inhabitants are far less talented than the bottomless abyss, most of them are relatively simple-minded, frail and sickly, like bean sprouts, many factors in the abyss are as common as air, and they can easily pose a fatal threat to them, so they are simply good harvest targets.

Naturally, these places became the target of the creatures of the abyssal to pinch the soft persimmons.

As for pinching soft persimmons, what should I do if they are pinched?

Is this kind of thing a matter in the bottomless abyss?

For most of the people there, to live is to kill or be killed!

At the time of the Forest of Wailing, Olga had not tried to set forest fires, but the plants in the abyss also had more or less two brushes, and they could not form fires at all, but in this world it is different!

It's not that hard at all!

Ordinary plants alone could not stop his blood inflammation from expanding the burning range.

Even the stones and ordinary dirt were burned with blood.

If it weren't for the fear of world consciousness and directly forcibly kicking him out, Orga would even be sure to burn the entire Duchy of Marton directly.

So he chose to change to a more moderate way, at least the movement was not so big, and he couldn't pay attention to the whole audience at the beginning.

And after some screening, the plague and the virus became his intended target!

No matter what the world is, disease is a very normal thing, and it also has a lot of destructiveness, destruction, and spreadability, as long as it can control the spread and lethality of disease, then it is one of the best weapons of mass destruction.

Finally, after some thought, Olga used the evolutionary system to evolve the special talent of [Source of the Dead Plague], in his mind, this is the main ability to harvest leeks in the future, and the blood inflammation target and characteristics are too conspicuous and suitable for frontal hardness, and spells can make his means more diverse, and he can do something in any situation.

Hank and the others were among his first test subjects, and he needed to record the actual effects of the plague through their actual reactions, and make real-time changes to their properties and strength to finally reach a balance point.

You can't get sick too fast, you don't even have a chance to spread, you can't do it too late, the daylily is cold and you don't react, the initial intensity of the disease can't be too high, and it's best to be able to be lively and jump in the early stage......

And the detailed data required for these factors, Olga had to experiment slowly to achieve the desired results.

And the physical condition of each race is also different, and the same plague must also be adjusted accordingly to play its role, and all kinds of messy situations must be set clearly.

It really made Olga feel like he was doing scientific research, which made him feel a little painful.

Fortunately, he has an overclocking brain, otherwise he would never be able to play with these things......

To engage in research, you either have a team, or you have developed communication and can communicate with other people, and it is really too difficult to climb the virus technology tree by yourself.

Fortunately, he has an evolutionary system and has unique advantages in many things, otherwise he would never have the idea of doing research.

Walking by the pool of the manor, Olga walked while using the training methods of the two professions of warrior monk and martial artist, subtly manipulating all the muscles of the body to exercise his control over the body, and in his spare time, he also thought: "I can't waste the time to observe the virus next, I want to study the spell model and energy base application of low-level spells, my way of using energy is still too rough." ’

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Another two months passed.

At midnight, the moonlight dimmed, inside the manor.

The faint candlelight illuminates the room.

Olga touched his chin, looked at Jem Watts kneeling in front of him, and asked calmly, "You want me to help the Duchy of Marton defeat the Duchy of Yar and win this war?"

"Yes, sir. ”

Jem lowered his head deeply and said with a respectful expression.

Nodding, Olga asked, "And what is the price?"

Although he didn't want to kill on a large scale for the time being, but even so.

Helping a group of mortals win an ancient war is no difficult for him, and some means can easily achieve the desired effect with the touch of a finger.

Jem did not hesitate, and immediately stated the conditions that had been conceived a long time ago: "If we win this war, then we will exile all the captives to some remote desert island by the sea, which will become your sacrificial ground, and you can do whatever you want." ”

After a few months of observation, he has roughly figured out some of the habits of the demon in front of him, cruelty, and cunning, which are exactly the same as in the record, and even some exceed, but the temper is unexpectedly good, even if someone makes any reckless moves in front of him, he will not be angry, and in addition to this, there is a very strange self-discipline, as if it is planned every day.

Olga loves to kill and plunder souls.

This is something that Jem is extremely sure of, but why the other party is so peaceful in the royal capital, this makes him a little unguessable, originally he had already prepared the idea that there would be a big riot in the royal capital, but even the servants he specially arranged to be sacrificed have never had an accident, which is completely inconsistent with the nature of the devil.

'There seems to be some kind of restriction to the other person......'s behavior,' he thought.

To Jem's proposal, Olga neither objected nor agreed, but calmly drank his tea, as if thinking about something.

Listening to the sound of the other party's tea, Jem felt his heart begin to beat uncontrollably faster, so he lowered his head and began to count the dust.

Time passed, and when Jem felt that his proposal was about to be rejected, Olga spoke:

"I agreed to your request. ”