Bottomless Abyss - Layer 6548257 [Lava Waste].

It is near its main city of Karathea.

With a burst of spatial fluctuations, Olga smashed out of the spatial passage with a fierce male descending from the sky, and stepped a passing crowd into the hard ground on the spot.

A soft landing was completed.

Feeling the familiar poisonous air around him, he couldn't help but admire: "The air in my hometown is fragrant~"

Then he looked at the fresh meat filling under his feet, and his expression instantly became even happier:

"It's off to a great start!It's so festive as soon as you come back!!!"

So he walked down from the wreckage of the other party with great satisfaction, and walked towards [Karathea] in the eyes of the passers-by around him.

As the undisputed center of the Lava Wastes, Karathea is a diverse city that naturally produces specific locations according to the distribution of various races.

Just like the so-called Chinatowns in the previous life, elves, dwarves, elemental giants... These creatures also have their own regional division in [Karathaya].

According to the contract between Olga and the Elthera Elven Nation higher-ups, he needs to take Alison to the territory belonging to the Elven Clan, and she will conduct a field trip.

After all, those so-called elves from all over the multiverse and the elves from the Miling world can be said to have nothing in common from the inside to the outside except for the same name.

After purchasing a few access permits from the doorman, he snapped his fingers casually, and the figures of Alison and Golan appeared beside him, and their respective access permits were also handed to them: "You first brand your own breath on this thing, and then go with me to familiarize yourself with the environment, after all, the hospitality here is far above the world of Miling~"

The interior of [Karasya] has a detection barrier, and any existence that is not registered with an entry and exit permit is not allowed to move around the city.

So in order to avoid trouble, the entrance fee cannot be avoided.

As for slave creatures whose value is not as high as the entry fee, there is a separate entrance and exit for a separate fee.

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Not long ago, they were still in the world of Miling, but now they have entered the bottomless abyss, and Alison and the others were a little unresponsive for a while.

Especially when Olga revealed her true body, it made them a little uncomfortable for them who were used to seeing Olga's human form.

It is covered with an exoskeleton like armor, four wings folded behind him like a shield, a head with many curved horns compared to the human form, and a slender tail like a long whip behind it.

It can be said that the image looks extraordinarily mighty, and just standing there makes ninety percent of passers-by automatically retreat.

Fortunately, at this moment, the height of Olga's real body was controlled by him to a level of more than two meters, which was about the same as Alison and the two of them.

As for the face, Orga's human form is seven or eight points similar to the real body.

So the sense of disobedience of this shape is not too strong for them, at least they can recognize who he is by his face.

After a period of familiarization.

After confirming that although Orga's appearance had changed, but his personality was still the same bird, Golan took the courage to grab the tail that was flicking behind him, and looked at it with some curiosity.

Touching the blood groove and the pattern of the Death Tribulation Flower on it, she asked, "These patterns are very beautiful, did you carve them yourself?"

She could vaguely perceive that the flower-like lines on Orga's body contained some kind of strange power.

More strange than all the magic runes she'd ever seen.

Olga replied casually, "The natural ability comes with it, it's pretty good, isn't it?"

"It's really good. ”

Looking at his true form full of strange beauty, Golan Er, as an appearance party, was greatly satisfied in his heart.

Ever since she knew that Olga was an abyssal demon, she had been worried about what would happen if Olga's true body was too ugly.

Constantly thinking about it, will it affect a series of questions such as the appearance of future generations?

At this moment, looking at his appearance, Golan finally put his mind at ease!

I am full of confidence in my future generations!

At least on the outside.

Beside her, Olga didn't know that the other party had thought so far.

I saw him casually stretch out his finger and snap his fingers.

A brilliantly colored Flower of Death, surrounded by bursts of blood-colored mist, grew out of the void and appeared in his hand.

He then used it as an ornament and inserted it into Golander's silky hair.

"This kind of flower is a power mark that belongs to me, and when I was in the Miling World, I wanted to keep a low profile, so I never showed it. ”

As a special manifestation of the innate ability of [Death Plague Tribulation-Death Plague Flower], when he was originally in the Miling World, every guy who was infected with Olga's disease would automatically have the mark of the Death Plague Flower on his body, greatly increasing Olga's influence on it.

However, he eventually chose to force them out.

After all, leaving marks everywhere when you do bad things will not only make others more vigilant, but also easy to be chased and beaten.

Unlike Golan's quick acceptance, Alison looked at Olga's very familiar posture now, and her heart was very complicated.

In an instant, I understood why I thought Olga was so familiar in the first place.

It turned out that he was the red demon who fought against him on the Gorili Line......

For a while, all kinds of information she had obtained over the years were connected together, which made her understand a lot of things.

Immediately, the gaze that looked at Olga became very complicated.

And for her thoughts.

Although Orga was aware, she didn't pay much attention.

After all, the Miling World is almost gone, and many things are meaningless whether you know them or not.

Alison is a smart woman who understands that sometimes you can't pay too much attention to the past.

And the truth is exactly what Olga thought.

Allison though full of thoughts.

But in the end nothing was said.

He chose to quietly follow Olgar's side, carefully observing his surroundings.

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The bustling streets are a mix of countless races.

Elegant, brutal, vicious, the variety is beyond simple words.

The surrounding buildings are also very different in style.

Some buildings are so beautiful that Allison even sighs at them, while others make her feel psychologically and physically uncomfortable just by looking at them, which can be said to be full of malice towards all living beings from top to bottom, revealing an unheard-of sense of blasphemy.

In addition, in the corner not far away, there are several demons staging a barbecue meeting like a charcoal grilled dwarf.

Alison's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a great deal of disgust, and she couldn't help but ask Orgar, "Since the city has been formed here, is there no one responsible for maintaining order?"

Orga grinned:

"Absolutely.

It's just that as chaotic creatures, the standard of order of demons has always been very low.

In the midst of this city, killing, looting, ...... are all legal acts.

Suffice it to say, here you can do anything, as long as it does not cause large-scale chaos.

The strong exploit the weak, do whatever they want, this is the greatest truth here!"