Somewhere in a conference room within the defensive line.

Henry Moore was sitting on the throne with a gloomy face.

The last two days have been a bit difficult.

Although he has been alert since receiving the report from the inspection department, and began to prepare to deal with various emergencies, he never expected that things would come so suddenly and without warning, and in just one or two days, the situation in the defense line was completely eroded, and he was very caught off guard.

After taking a slight breath, he looked at the representatives of various races and demigod-level powerhouses in the other seats, and said with an ugly face: "Now the plague inside the city has completely lost control, and I don't even know how many people are infected, so in order to narrow the scope of the situation and avoid implicating the outside world to the greatest extent, I have now closed all the passages connecting the inside of the defense line with the outside world, leaving only some material delivery channels to operate carefully under strict guarding." ”

An old human man asked, "That being said, the necessary treatment must be carried out for those patients. I have a suggestion that we can use the giant barrier that envelops the entire line of defense to search the number of patients inside the line, so as to separate them from the uninfected and temporarily restore some internal order. ”

In this regard, many of the beings in the conference room nodded their heads in support.

But Henry Moore shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Although that defensive barrier has the ability to detect disease patients, its detection intensity is not much different from the detection ceremony of detecting war soldiers, which means that there will still be a large number of hidden infected people who cannot be detected, and no matter how they are isolated, a large number of disease sources will be missed, so that kind of action is meaningless." ”

After listening to his words, many beings also showed distress on their faces.

That means they can't carry out the policy of separate quarantine at all, and can only acquiesce that everyone is infected, and adopt the stupid method of quarantining the whole city together.

And that is undoubtedly an extremely negative way to deal with it, according to the current treatment conditions, there will inevitably be countless deaths and injuries in the city, so it can only be regarded as a last resort.

Moreover, if it is in peacetime, it will be fine, but in this kind of plane war, that kind of action will undoubtedly greatly weaken the combat effectiveness of this defense line, resulting in the inevitable decline of the own side, which is not very advantageous.

This is undoubtedly an unacceptable thing for a presence that bears the fate of its own race outside the defense line.

'Everything must be done to contain it!!'

This is the default thing for all existence.

After thinking about it, another demigod proposed:

"Since we can't solve the plague, can we solve the unleashers behind the plague?

Those plagues have a lot in common and have very similar onset times, so their sources should be similar, can the problem be solved at the source based on this?

I don't know if killing the Releaser will remove the plague, but I think I might want to give it a try. ”

"I've thought about this before. ”

Henry Moore replied, "I also tried to use the prophetic spell to do divination, so as to confirm the whereabouts of the other party."

But more than a dozen Legendary-level mages who specialized in prophecy all failed!

I didn't get any useful information, and even many people vaguely saw some kind of extremely distorted unknown thing when divining each other, and they were directly caused a lot of mental damage. ”

After touching his beard and thinking about it, Charil, who is a demigod-level mage, glanced at another demigod-level mage beside him before saying: "Since they have seen something distorted and there is no danger to their lives, then it means that the other party should not exceed a certain range and is still within the range that can be reached, so maybe I can try it." ”

Hearing this, Henry's eyes lit up.

He really didn't know what these demigods were capable of, after all, these guys lived longer than the other, and each one was more yin than the other, and no one except themselves could figure out how many hole cards they were hiding.

At this moment, when he heard that there was a demigod-level powerhouse who wanted to volunteer to try, he naturally had no reason to oppose it, and immediately expressed his strong support, and if he needed any spell casting materials, he would bear all the costs.

In the face of his generosity and the relationship between someone taking the lead, several demigod-level mages who were originally not sure also stood up one after another, saying that they would do their part.

Finally, after some discussion, they are ready to get together and hold a large-scale divination ceremony together, trying to uncover the dark hands behind the scenes and solve the problem once and for all.

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Soon after.

With the concerted efforts of many forces in the defense line, there are people and things out of things.

A magic ritual covering an area of thousands of square meters, using a large number of rare materials, and extremely cumbersome styles, was methodically carved in a square.

After standing on the edge of the ritual and glancing at each other a few times, several demigod-level mages who were basically standing at the top of the mortal world closed their eyes with solemn expressions, and at the same time began to chant the cumbersome incantation, and an inexplicable force was gradually attracted by them.

As the ceremony progressed, passers-by were beating up monsters hundreds of kilometers away.

Olga, who was engaged in daily entertainment and relaxed his mood, immediately sensed a slight abnormality!

After knocking the head of a certain mid-rank demon dozens of kilometers away with a single fist, Orga didn't bother to look at the corpse of the other party who was still standing upright, and directly looked at the position of the defensive line.

He clearly felt that there was a great deal of malice coming over there.

And many of the hundreds of constant spells he released on himself were being triggered automatically.

They're all anti-reconnaissance or anti-prophecy spells.

In this regard, he didn't have the slightest idea of nervousness, just smiled and said to himself: "This movement seems to be not small......"

During these two days, there were often attempts to find out his information with the help of spells.

It's just that those actions are undoubtedly much smaller than this time, and they don't even have the qualifications to get his attention.

At this moment, sensing that his innate ability was warning him, Olga's willpower directly turned into a distorted shadow and escaped into the void through some indescribable way, and collided directly with the spell that was coming straight towards him, trying to block the other party's detection.

In the battlefield of willpower, the two sides began to compete in the most direct way.

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"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, a certain demigod-level mage next to the prophecy ceremony, his face changed for a while, and the blue tendons on his forehead suddenly burst out.

As if greatly stimulated, he began to cough violently and continuously, and even blood foamed from the corners of his mouth.

"Poof!"

With a mouthful of blood spitting out, he collapsed to the ground completely.

Everyone hurriedly went up to support each other and began to treat him urgently.

And the demigod-level mages around him who were still holding out the ritual with their eyes closed were far less serious than him, and although they were far less seriously injured, they were able to continue to persevere.

But most of them also have extremely ugly faces, and they are obviously in trouble.

made the onlookers feel bottomless......