If you want to be higher than the Tiangong test, maybe it is something that every existence that has mastered flying skills will try.

How high the sky was, Olga did not know.

But that didn't stop him from wanting to give it a try.

It turned out to be a crisp and outright failure.

Because he couldn't fly to the top anyway, and the higher he flew, the more pressure he felt, as if a hand wanted to pull him back to the ground.

If powered by magic, his flight speed can even reach supersonic speed, and he can cut flesh and blood just by using the air flow generated during flight, but after flying straight into the sky at the fastest speed for more than ten minutes, he has already reached the limit level, and no matter how high the area is, he can't go up.

He began to practice his flying skills in the sky, and the creatures he encountered were the test subjects for his results.

Although the creatures in the sky seem to be rarer than those on the ground, they are more mobile, and when you raise your eyes, you can see all kinds of creatures flying and shuttling, and the actual density of creatures is more than that on the ground.

With enough objectives, more spells and tricks are used in his hands.

What he needed for aerial combat was familiar to him at a breakneck speed.

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When night fell again, Orga slowly landed on the top of a mountain with some scars on her body again.

Looking down on everything in the forest condescendingly, his vision was enhanced after advancing to the [Lower Demon], which could even allow him to see ants hundreds of meters away, and also allowed him to observe the ecological chain in the Wailing Forest more closely.

Today, his strength is not the same as when he first entered here, and he doesn't need to worry about any messy things at all, his strength has stood at the peak of this place, standing at the top of the food chain.

Whoever you meet is sure to be high or low with him!

However, he is still a little short of his final goal in the Wailing Forest!

Whether or not the ultimate goal is achieved will determine whether he eats meat or drinks porridge in other abyssal regions in the future.

Relying on the strength level of a [Lower Demon] alone can't give him any sense of security.

It is just out of the level of mobile grain reserves.

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The [Abyss Contract] talent contained in his body began its first operation.

An inexplicable force pulled his consciousness to an area shrouded in light, and the immeasurable brilliance varied in strength and weakness, like a spark, constantly moving and flickering in disorder.

Some are strong, some are weak.

These points of light represent the summoning rituals being used by outside beings in an attempt to summon creatures from the abyss, and the strength of the points of light represents the amount of sacrifice they have made.

This place is an area divided according to strength, and the area occupied by abyssal creatures of different ranks is also different.

And in this area where Orga is located, although everyone has only one spiritual thought and cannot see the specific images of other demons, Orga can still roughly feel their strength.

An extremely small number of them are better than him, and most of them are inferior to him.

The number of these points of light is incalculable, and countless lights are lit up and extinguished at every moment, like twinkling stars in the sky.

Olga needs to pick out one of them that suits her first.

They are divided into two colors, one is white, which represents the ordinary summoning, where the other party pays the sacrifice and the demon is responsible for fulfilling the other party's request. The other is red, which represents a high-level demon with the lowest strength of [Upper Demon], and is summoning a low-level demon in the outside world with the innate ability [Demon Summoning], most of which means that the other party is invading across the plane, and has already fought to an extremely intense degree, otherwise there will never be a demon who does not want to eat alone.

Crossing through the red point of light generally requires a certain degree of obedience to the orders of the superior demon, and also a part of the soul that he has obtained.

Doesn't sound like a good deal!

But since things have been carried out to the point of waging war openly, then it can be regarded as solving the preconditions for the invasion for most of the demons, just follow the large army, and kill all the way to the end, win everything, lose and die on the spot, you don't need to use your brains!

This actually satisfies the thoughts of many demons.

If you don't have the ability to start your own business, it's not bad to move bricks!

So even if you want to be a wage earner and have your salary deducted, there are not many demons who still choose to enter the red point of light.

And Orga didn't want to run over to be a wage earner for the time being, so he directly skipped all the red light spots and set his eyes on the white light area.

He didn't directly pick the most intense light spots, but wanted to pick the type that couldn't go up or down, not too strong and not too weak.

After spending a little time choosing one, Olga relied on his relatively strong strength to directly squeeze out the thoughts of several competitors around him and directly break into that point of light.

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This moment.

Olga's body in the bottomless abyss was also drawn into it by the power of the bottomless abyss.

In a cloudy mist of light, Olga heard the prayer of the abyss, which was the praise of the abyss from the other side on the other plane.

He knew that if he advanced a little further, he would be able to reach the Alien Plane.

But instead of doing so, he got stuck in the middle of the portal.

As soon as Olga thought about it, the [Transboundary Projection-Simulacrum] that he had specially evolved when he advanced to the [Lower Demon] directly played a role.

An insignificant part of Orga's soul was torn apart, and the image of his body appeared directly on the other side of the summoning ritual.

[Ten seconds ......]

This is the teleportation channel created by the summoning ritual, and it can be maintained for as long as possible.

If he does not reach the other side of the world beyond this time, Orga will lose the coordinates of the other party's plane and be forcibly sent back to the bottomless abyss by the power of the ritual.

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In the dark of night, in the open flatland.

Huge bonfires illuminate the desolate building.

It used to be a famous prison in the kingdom, but it was abandoned after the relocation of the address, and the venue that has not been tended for many years has a dead atmosphere everywhere.

The blood of beasts and humans is mixed with drugs to make pigments, which are then carved into magical runes and inlaid into the earth.

In the end, the countless incantations were depicted as a magic circle with a six-pointed star inside and a circle on the outside, covering an area of nearly half a football field, and in the center there was a pile of dozens of human corpses, all of which were death row inmates who had just been brought out of the death row in the royal capital, each of which was specially raised to be physically strong.

The cause of their death was a wound in the neck, and the blood had not yet dried up, apparently not long ago.

Dozens of people in black robes who covered their entire bodies stood together around the magic array, led by a bald middle-aged man, chanting incantations incantationally.

Not far away, there was a large group of men and horses watching, their number was close to two hundred, they were tall, riding high-blooded horses, wearing well-maintained full-body light armor, and wearing expensive knightly swords at their waists.

"Your Highness, I think these cultists are completely insane, and it would be better for us to ask the Duchy of Litt for help about the war. ”

Baron Duke Abbott looked at the cultists chanting an unknown incantation in the distance and whispered to the crown prince beside him.

Listening to the words of the henchman next to him, Jem Wads looked at the magic array that was still silent, and he was also a little hesitant in his heart.

But after a moment of hesitation, he shook his head, and when Baron Duke bowed his head in disappointment, Prince Jem said, "Give them another twenty minutes, and if there is no more result, they will all be cleared, and report to the church that we have cleared a group of cultists, including the sorcerer Salter, whom they have been wanting." ”

Listening to Jem Wads's words, Duke was convinced that he was both a nobleman and a knight, and he had no good impression of these cultists who pretended to be ghosts, and could tolerate such a blasphemous ceremony in front of him, and even more so, for the sake of the face of his loyalists, he had long wanted to cut off their heads.

Now with Jem Woz's words, he didn't believe that Salter could summon some otherworldly powerful monster to save the battle from the beginning, so he directly began to move his body slightly, and when the time came, he rode his horse and led the knight troops to slaughter the cultists in the distance.

In the distance, Salter also seemed to feel the strong malice behind him, and cold sweat involuntarily oozed from his forehead.

'Damn, how could it fail!'

More than ten years ago, when he was just an ordinary pauper, he picked up a magical book next to the corpse in an abandoned cave in his hometown, which was at least hundreds of years ago during the Great Cleanup of the Church, which recorded all kinds of forbidden knowledge that had been blocked by the Church, whether powerful or strange, like the deadliest poison, firmly attracted him, and made him indulge in it without sleep or food.

He already had an excellent talent for magic, although he had lost the best period of practicing magic, but with perseverance and perseverance, he spent countless energy painstakingly studying the knowledge, and finally became a powerful sorcerer.

Although some traces were not cleaned up afterwards, he was caught by some of the church's personnel, resulting in being hung on the church's bounty list all year round, but he still lived a chic life by relying on his own strength.

Not long ago, I heard that the Duchy of Mardun was at war with the Duchy of Yar, and the battle was extremely fierce.

He took the cult he had established over the years and wanted to pick up the corpse so that it could be used for research.

But after he unexpectedly met the crown prince of the Duchy of Marton, there was a bit of a twist, and Sal deliberately learned that the other party was actually trying to use some mysterious means to redeem the defeat of the Duchy of Marton, which made him a little brain-open!

Mystery side?

Am I not!

A means to redeem the defeat?

Don't say it, there are really in the magic books, but the spell casting procedure is extremely cumbersome, and a lot of extremely precious materials are used, and even he has not found them for many years of preparation.

'Why don't I take this opportunity to ask the other party to help me collect materials, and then cast a spell to help him redeem his defeat, and finally change his appearance and become a nobleman?'

Once this thought arises, it can no longer be contained!