After finishing speaking, Orga didn't linger any longer, turned around and hid in another dimension.

And with his disappearance, within hundreds of kilometers around, there was not a single life form, and all of them ran away!

The blood-colored lightning in the sky lingered for a while, and finally disappeared, and the sky cleared again.

Only a huge crater several kilometers deep remains.

It's a mess!

And the people in the defense line looked at the sun in the sky, and the weather that suddenly became windy and sunny, and they were also a little confused.

“？？？”

"What's going on, did the Ancient Evil Thing appear or didn't appear?"

Henry Moore asked the elven demigod beside him in confusion.

In his opinion, the other party in the audience lived the longest, and the ancient evil things were also said by him, so he should be considered an authority on this thing.

At least for everyone else here!

In the face of his inquiry, the elven demigod opened his mouth and said uncertainly: "Judging from the current situation, the ancient evil thing should not have come, and it was directly rejected by the world again. ”

After finishing speaking, he felt that he was saying too generally, and he added: "What I said should be, yes, you should understand what I mean, right?"

After all, it's easy to take the blame for this thing.

Faced with this situation, the orc demigod on the side kicked him without saying a word: "We know your size, just say you don't know!"

The other party immediately stopped doing it, and after getting up, he pounced directly: "A shaman dares to kick me, an assassin, I'm going to beat your out today!"

"I'm afraid you won't be ......"

[Dragon's Power], [Shadow Leopard Swiftness]......

Not to be outdone, the shaman immediately cast several spells on himself and scuffled with the other party.

"Hiss......"

Looking at the elven assassin demigod in front of him who was being pressed and beaten by the orc shaman.

Henry Moore also didn't know whether he should believe this guy or not, after all, the other party himself was not sure about the nonsense, and he really couldn't trust it.

After some discussion, many demigods finally decided to open the defensive barrier of the defense line at full power for a few days, and wait for a while to see the situation.

If something goes wrong, make a big retreat immediately!

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Dozens of days later.

The process of transformation was forcibly interrupted, and the various problems left behind were finally adjusted by Orga.

As the spatial door was opened, he walked out of the interdimensional space attached to the main material realm of this plane.

At this moment, his image has changed slightly.

His elongated elf-like ears were gone, replaced by small wings that resembled a miniature version of the wings on his back, appearing at his ear, and a vertical pupil appeared on his forehead between his eyebrows, somewhat resembling the heavenly eye of ancient Chinese mythology.

To be honest, it's a very peculiar feeling.

Sight, hearing, and even other senses of the body have been greatly elevated to another level.

With the naked eye alone, he could see the teleportation trails in space.

Maybe if he goes further, he will be able to do the thirty-three days of the upper view in the Eastern legend, and maybe the lower view of the Netherworld and Hell.

In addition, the pattern of the Death Tribulation Flower on his body has also undergone a lot of changes.

Their rhizomes automatically twisted into some strange runes that spread throughout Orga's body.

It makes him look even more evil and gorgeous, and has a strange charm that makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

After turning his neck three hundred and sixty degrees, he moved his body slightly.

Orga looked down at the ground under her feet, which had begun to dry up and crack rapidly since she was trampled on by herself, and bared her teeth slightly.

In a matter of seconds, a dead ground of tens of square meters appeared under his feet, and it still has a tendency to expand.

This is due to the fact that everything in the world is rejecting him.

"Why do you make it feel a bit like a drought......"

After muttering a few words, he didn't take this situation to heart, after all, as a demon, he has long been a black household, and in any world, everyone shouts and fights, which is just a drizzle.

As long as you can see enough and your heart is wide enough, no problem will be a problem!

The two pairs of wings behind Olga fluttered, and his body sped straight into the distance.

As always, after each metamorphosis, he would find an opponent to confirm his progress, and although this time he was only halfway there, he decided to follow the old tradition.

Determining one's place in the food chain was always a necessity for Olga, and only then could he know himself more clearly.

With his greatly improved perception, he quickly found the goal he needed.

The speed of the flight has also begun to increase continuously!

Since he had never concealed his tracks, and as he continued to approach at high speed, the targeted course of action made the other party quickly alert, and his eyes were full of vigilance and hostility.

Stopping his body and looking condescendingly at the demon who was staring directly at him with a fierce gaze, Orga smiled indifferently, "I want to try fighting you." ”

Sniffing his demonic scent, Jarlot could clearly feel the strange feeling coming from the other party, it was an extremely strange feeling, as if a large number of whispers were pouring into his head, which made people irritated.

Hearing Orga's words, although Jarlot wanted to do it immediately as the other party wanted, and then kill the annoying guy in front of him, but the other party's just standing there made him feel dangerous, which made him a little afraid to act rashly.

For a moment, the air became a little quiet and solemn.

Looking at the other party's somewhat constrained situation, Olga didn't care.

With a swipe of his hand, several blood-colored flame spears appeared directly out of thin air, and then struck at the opponent mercilessly.

And in the face of his repeated provocations, Jarlot, who was already short-tempered, was also a little unbearable!

Directly conjured up dozens of clones, and flew towards Olga in the sky together, like moths that put out fire.

Olga didn't react to this, and in the other party's surprised gaze, he allowed dozens of attacks from the other party to hit him at the same time.

"Boom!"

As if tens of thousands of tons of explosives exploded at the same time, the surrounding air was completely squeezed out in an instant, forming a vacuum.

One hit!

But Jarlot didn't feel any joy, because he clearly felt that under his angry blow, Olga was actually unscathed.

In his observation, all his attacks were completely canceled out by the other party's magic.

It's like hitting an egg head-on with a stone.

There's no point in anything other than being able to wipe off a little dust!

Faced with this situation, a thought subconsciously arose in Jarlot's mind:

'It's miserable this time......