The unhappiness in my heart quickly dissipated with the constant fighting.

Bathed in the blood of his opponents, Orgar's demonic nature pleased him.

Even if he was also hurting, it couldn't affect his mood getting better.

As a demon, he has a strong life force, and as long as it is not a fatal injury, a large amount of flesh and blood can solve all problems.

And now this place.

Lacking everything, there is no shortage of all kinds of corpses, and with the flesh and blood talent he possesses, countless life energy continues to pour into him.

Many of the wounds don't look light, but they heal in an instant, just like having a low-level version of the immortal body.

Not only him, but most of the other demons were similar to him, but their recovery efficiency was undoubtedly much lower than that of Orga, and most of the ways to plunder life energy were by eating.

In essence, this is no different from raising Gu, it is just the survival of the fittest and the defeat eating dust.

The winner gets everything, the loser loses everything!

Only the strong deserve to survive, and the biggest role of the weak is to contribute everything to become a stepping stone to the strong.

Fight, plunder, and become stronger.

These three links belong to the eternal and unchanging truth in the bottomless abyss, a cycle that never stops.

Constant killing, constant plundering, and constant strengthening, these three most basic desires are engraved in the soul of every abyssal creature, for whom this is the greatest truth, and the only criterion for determining whether they succeed or not, everything else is secondary.

Compared with these small scenes in the Wailing Forest, the bloody battle of the bottomless abyss, which has never stopped since order and chaos were divided into camps, is the greatest embodiment of this truth.

In the inheritance memory of Orga, any creature is eligible to participate in bloody battles, where no matter what way you use, as long as you kill the rest of the existence, you can obtain a part of the opponent's power, without any preconditions, as long as you keep killing, you can always become stronger, there is no limit.

It's normal to pick up the leak, kill people by skipping the level, and climb to the sky in one step!

Whether it is humans, demons, even angels, gods, star spirits, robots and the like, there are no restrictions on their origins, and they are all treated equally.

Even, it doesn't matter if you carry a sword to slash and kill, or just drive a space battleship to enter.

The cause and process can be ignored, as long as you enter the field, killing everything around you is your only goal.

There billions of trillions of lives die, and then billions of trillions of trillions are constantly filled, never stopping!

That's the biggest meat grinder in the entire multiverse!

It can be said that compared to there, the Wailing Forest is completely an amusement park. This bit of fighting intensity is not even a warm-up.

Although I don't plan to go to the bloody land to seek death for the time being.

But as a demon, Orga still inevitably longed for it.

For demons, the bloody battle represents the ideal place, the largest battlefield in the entire multiverse, and just thinking about it is a little bit of an expectation.

As he struggled and thought about it, there was a faint fluctuation in the clouds in the sky, which Olga felt familiar.

Because that is the precursor to the arrival of the [Gift of the Soul], which means that the battle is about to enter the white heat.

A large number of flying monsters began to increase their flight altitude, trying to grab the [Soul Gift] as quickly as possible.

The flightless monsters on the ground began to attack the heavens aimlessly, just as they had seen in Orga last time.

The monsters in the sky, the monsters on the ground, began to abandon their previous opponents, and attacked the sky or the ground indiscriminately, just like the last replica, there was no difference.

It's just that last time Orga was standing on the ground and barely belonged to the ground camp, but this time Orga flew into the sky and belonged to the sky camp.

In his opinion, this classification method is meaningless, everyone is still fighting their own fights, and there is no friend or foe.

Moving a few meters to dodge the attack that almost hit him, Olga touched his chin, looked at the battlefield that had become more chaotic, and sighed to himself: "Since the anger is almost exhausted, it's time to do something serious......

Scarlet blood ignited on his body automatically, and then gathered above his head, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of several hundred meters.

Looking at the tumbling flames in it, Olga raised his hands and squeezed them hard, and the fireball exploded immediately.

A blood-colored wave of flames spread out of it, falling from the sky like a flowing cloud of flames!

Looking at the monsters on the ground who were competing for the [Gift of Souls], a sinister smile appeared on the corners of Olga's mouth.

Compared to the so-called [Soul Gift], these gathered monsters are his best choice.

The time he spent in the Wailing Forest was almost reaching the upper limit, and he would soon be banished to other layers of the abyss, and it would be difficult to find so many monsters with the same strength as himself in the future, so the most important thing was to harvest it and plunder the evolution points as much as possible.

In the face of his attack, the monsters on the ground were not helpless, and all kinds of spells were used to attack Olga and the fire cloud that was about to fall.

Looking at the thousands of attacks that were quickly approaching him, Olga didn't have any panic on his face, and his brain automatically judged the best dodge route, and avoided them one after another without much effort.

Then, through the energy intensity of those attacks, he began to analyze which area gave the weakest counterattack.

That partly means that area is the weakest, and that it will be his target.

It didn't take long for him to get his results!

With a hard flap of his wings, he began a quick dive.

With unbeatable momentum. Like a flaming spear falling from the sky.

The target is a [Lower Demon], which is the strongest demon in the nearby area, and it will be eliminated first!

The other party, who was originally fighting with the demon beside him, immediately changed his face after sensing Organa's undisguised hostility and rapid approaching momentum.

An ice crystal emerges from the skull and stands in front of him.

A thick ice shield, extending from its base, hovers overhead.

Bang!

In just an instant, the impact force that seriously exceeded the standard broke the suspension ability of the ice shield, making the ice shield like a huge tombstone, directly carrying the impact force to press the opponent.

Faced with such a situation, the other party immediately raised his hands and tried to forcibly resist it.

But the moment his arm made contact with the ice shield, he clearly felt a majestic force spilling out of it.

He tried to resist the opponent's attacking arms, and under that force, he was broken before he could even make an effective resistance.

Despair instantly welled up in his heart.

Rumble!

With a burst of stirred dust, the position where the other party was originally standing was immediately knocked out of a bowl-shaped pit more than ten meters deep, and with him as the center, all the monsters were shaken away.

Stepping on top of the broken ice shield, looking at the blood that continued to spill from under the ice shield, Orga's tail ignited a burst of fire and stabbed directly into it, extracting all the essence from the other party's sparse wreckage.

Standing in the pit, feeling the fluctuations of energy slowly approaching around her, Olga knew they were trying to pick up the leak.

There was a hint of disdain on his face: 'Those guys in the sky are too flexible, or these guys on the ground, it's better to squeeze one by one......

The next moment, the flames in his hand swelled, extending out a flame spear that was four or five meters long.

The waist is slightly off, and with the force of the shoulder, the spear is thrown directly.

Unhindered, it pierced directly into the dirt in front of Orgar.

After advancing some distance, it hit the target!

Rumble!

The earth was scattered along with the corpses, and several monsters that tried to burrow through the earth were killed instantly.

Jump out of the pit with a slight leap.

Olga threw his hand at the nearest [Little Devil] and it was a fireball, killing the opponent cleanly.

In the next moment, bursts of flames centered on him and expanded towards all directions, forming a flame field that enveloped dozens of meters around.

Within this range, whether it was all kinds of monsters, or dirt and plants, everything that came into contact with the blood flame began to burn violently under this force.

No matter how much they tried to stir up the magic in their bodies, they couldn't extinguish the flame that burned their lives.

By this time, the flames had turned into Orga's tentacles, allowing him to channel his power at will, violently suppressing the resistance of his target.

Unlike those ordinary creatures in the other world, you can easily burn the opponent to ashes by simply releasing the blood flame!

Most of the monsters in the bottomless abyss have high energy resistance and extremely high vitality, and too scattered forces can't kill them at all.

Therefore, Olga chose to limit his strength to a certain range, and constantly increased the strength of the blood inflammation on that basis.

Not to mention being able to directly burn a [Lower Demon] level monster, a monster like a [Little Demon] and the like, as long as it is stained with this strength of blood inflammation, it can be burned into ashes in a few seconds, becoming the evolution point of Olga.

Slaughter of young children.

It's almost like that's what Olga is doing now.

Pick soft persimmon pinch!

According to the calculation of the evolution points of a little demon worth at least three digits, the current number of mountains and fields makes Orga really a little excited.

Compared with those [Lower Demons] who have good intelligence and know how to think about gains and losses, these [Little Demons] whose intelligence is somewhat similar to that of beasts are undoubtedly much easier to clean up.

Whether it would be humiliating to bully mentally handicapped children was not in his consideration.

After all, demons don't have such emotions as shame.

It is their good tradition to slaughter the weak and backstab the strong,

When the construction of his own realm was completed, Orga immediately began to move, rushing towards the nearby monsters.

Face his mobile crematorium-style attack!

Naturally, those monsters will not be there to be killed, trying to fight back, trying to escape.

Although it can't cause him too much trouble, it can be regarded as greatly delaying his efficiency, making him a little dissatisfied but there is nothing he can do.

So started the game of you chasing me, I chase you and you will die on the spot.