As for the technology side, Orga didn't know much about it.

There is also not much interest in understanding at this moment.

Whether it's magic or technology, the process may be different, but the effect they achieve is not much different.

In the final analysis, there is still no way to get around the truth of different paths to the same end.

Dodge your own attacks while standing and unable to move.

Since the lizardman in front of him was not using some spatial means such as hiding in the spatial gap and phase movement, the means he could use were narrowed down.

As long as he eliminated them one by one and knew what method the other party used to dodge his attack, Orga would have a way to kill him directly.

It's not like there's no way to deal with it now.

The easiest way is to freeze the other party in the form of a space blockade, but Olga doesn't want to deal with the other party so easily, he is still injured by a sneak attack for the first time, and he doesn't think he can relieve his anger if he doesn't skin the other party.

Although the other party did not open his mouth, as a demon, he could clearly feel the negative emotions coming from the other party.

It's a smell that only intelligent beings can have, and it can't be produced by objects like golems.

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The tail behind him stabbed out, instantly piercing the other party's body, but Orga still didn't feel the entity, as if he was just punching a ball of air.

Through his vision and perception of this space, he could clearly judge that the other party's body was there, and did not use visual distortion or other techniques to avoid it.

When something is hit, there must be a sense of touch.

And if there is no sense of touch, it means that you must not be hit, which is a very simple truth.

What means can achieve such an effect, standing and not being able to fight......

Ignore the other party who began to wander around him after breaking free.

Olga fell into thought slightly.

As if sensing that Olga had something to do with him, the lizardman's movements gradually became bolder.

The body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared behind Orgar, and her hands reached out again.

I want to do it again.

It's just that this time he even used the strength to breastfeed, wanting to impress Olga enough.

Just as he was about to hit again, a slender tail pierced straight out from an uncanny angle, trying to pierce both of his hands together.

The lizardman's gaze changed, and he immediately tried to retract his attack, and turned to the previous method to dodge the blow again.

However, because the blow was so sudden, his brain did not have time to give an order, and his hand armor made a change to meet the attack according to the set automatic counterattack program.

Yikes!

There was a shrill screech.

It's as if a cutter is cutting through a hard object.

The moment the two of them touched, a spark burst out.

Flicking his tail without a single scratch on the surface, a smile appeared on the corner of Olga's mouth, and he sensed a cutting force emanating from the other man's fingertips from the touch he had just felt, like a chainsaw, but the frequency was far above it, so fast that it was almost imperceptible.

With just one collision, he felt hundreds of thousands of vibrations.

This reminded him of a certain high-tech weapon that was often mentioned in science fiction works in his previous life, the high-circumference blade.

The effect of this weapon, he remembers, is to rely on rapid high-frequency vibrations to destroy the material structure, turning the opponent into a fragile substance, so as to rely on the sharpness of the weapon itself to easily cut through obstacles.

But this kind of attack, unless the frequency reaches a certain limit, it is impossible to split his exoskeleton.

Because his exoskeleton is essentially part of his body, it can be considered an organ of his.

With the blessing of talent, he was able to rely on the power of his will to bring them together perfectly, just like controlling his muscles!

There is no structure that can be easily affected like ordinary matter.

In addition, there is another problem, since there has been a spark in the collision between the two just now, it means that one of the parties must have worn out.

As for his tail, Olga could clearly feel that there was no wear and tear.

Then it means that the opponent's high-frequency razor nails are worn!

It may be that the degree of wear is negligible, but it still means that the other party may be in a relatively indestructible state when he does not make a move, but once he makes a move, it will enter a destructible state.

'Trick him into a shot, and then slaughter him......

This thought subconsciously appeared in Olga's thoughts.

After thinking about it, he put the idea aside as a backup option.

It's better to beat him to death head-on. ’

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After another temptation.

The two sides still look like they are not harming each other.

But unlike Orga, who was not in a hurry at all, Glenva the Lizard had begun to feel restless, he knew very well what it meant that he had been dragged on in the other party's base camp for so long, and the outside world must have laid a net waiting for him.

He gritted his teeth and whispered in his native language: "Damn savage species......"

He didn't think the other person could understand his own language.

But what kind of creature is Orga?

A demon that can communicate with any species without barriers!

Naturally, he heard this sentence clearly.

He replied disdainfully in demonic language: "It is the barbarians who play with extraordinary power who play with technology, and it is an ancient chain of contempt that ridicules the weakness of those who play with technology when they play with extraordinary strength. ”

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Orgar's words, Glenwald was still a little skeptical that he was able to communicate with him, and for a moment even wondered if he had forgotten to turn off the translator.

Before he could say anything more, Orga smiled again and said, "I just smelled a little bit of fear, you must be afraid of being besieged by people outside, right?" I don't think you need to think about those issues anymore, because I won't give them that chance, and I want to kill you with my own hands." I'm curious about what lizard brains smell like, after all, it's the first time I've been attacked, and I'm always unhappy if I don't charge some interest......"

Sensing that Olga had no hidden intention to kill at all, Glenva felt a pang in his heart and said, "You can try ......"

To this, Olga only smiled mockingly.

After some temptation just now, he has already discovered some clues from the other party.

Under the senses of the plague power, the lizardmen in front of them were not a whole at all, but were made up of countless tiny machines.

Is this a nanomachine? Or something else?

Olga didn't care, he already understood why the other party was able to ignore his own attacks, because whenever his own attack came, the machines that could only be seen from a microscopic perspective would automatically separate, dodge his attacks, and then reassemble at a rapid pace, giving him the illusion that he could not reach the other party.

Splitting and recombination, mimicry camouflage, high-speed action, high-speed repair, energy resistance.

There are so many of these machines, just by detecting them.

But Olga still didn't have any worries, because everything has its own limits, and just because he didn't burn them just now doesn't mean that he really has that little ability.

With his thoughts, the enchantment formed by the Death Tribulation Flower began to shrink rapidly.

And the temperature of the blood inflammation released by him also began to increase exponentially, 10,000 degrees, 20,000 degrees, and 40,000 degrees......

All the heat energy, under the manipulation of Orga, is constantly shrinking together.

Then, a blood-red dot of light was born.

He smiled and said to the imprisoned Glenwald, "I hope you like ......"

The flexibility and convenience of micro-mechanics are meaningless in the face of the forces of space, because the forces of space do not change depending on the size of the object, but act on the entire area at the same time.

Finally, he gently pressed the blood-red light into the other's chest.

Light and heat began to spread......

Under the influence of will, the heat energy is accurately distributed to those microscopic objects, and there is no trace of waste.

In just an instant, the micro-machine, which could withstand hundreds of thousands of degrees of heat, was dissolved.

Even the high-speed repair that was carried out automatically was completely incomparable to the speed of destruction, and fire and light flowed from all the pores of Glenva.

Without waiting for the other party to be completely scorched, Olga gently plucked his head and said with a smile: "I said, I'm curious about what the lizard head tastes like, and I hope it won't disappoint me." ”

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Looking at Orgar, a humanoid form who was carrying a lizard's head and came out of the Death Tribulation Flower Enchantment, Hawthorn frowned and asked, "What's going on, why is there such a strong aura of energy?"

"Just an interesting intruder. Indifferent smiled, he showed the loot in his hand, and asked, "I just sent a message to you to bring something, did you bring it?"

Glancing at the lizard head in his hand, Hawthorn looked complicated and pulled out a packet of barbecue spices and a spoon and handed it to Orgar.

Taking those two things, the smile on Olga's face became happier: "Thank you." ”

Then he casually handed a crystal to Hawthorn: "This is my extracted memory, I believe you will be interested." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile on his face, ready to find a place to eat.

Only Hawthorn, who still looked a little puzzled, was left standing in place.

Until now, he still hadn't figured out what was going on, so he could only look at the crystallization of memories in his hand......