I closed my eyes and sorted out the information passed on by the other party.

Henri Moore had a rough idea of Orgar's basic abilities, how he had thrown the virus into his defenses, and where he was now.

As for the more specific things, there are none.

Because with the skills of that group of demigod-level mages alone, there was no way to obtain more things.

It only gave them a general idea of Olga.

After all, the world's records of the Olga Outsiders are extremely limited, and even fewer can be obtained by them.

Under this premise, even if the gods of this world intervened, it would be impossible to obtain all the information of Olga through prophecy and the like.

directly beat him to death and read his memory, but there is a certain probability that he will be able to see him clearly.

Abyss monster, the strength is [Median Demon], the time to enter this world is 216 days ago, the main means are fire, viruses, fighting, spells, and now the general location is about 470 kilometers east of the defense line......

That's the approximate information they get.

To be honest, it didn't do much, and there was nothing more specific, just to let them know what their goal was.

He looked at the demigod-level mages whose faces were pale.

Henry Moore was a little puzzled and thought, 'Can the [Median Demon] be so tricky?'

In his opinion, the current movement is not at all like a [Legendary-level] [Median Demon] can make it.

Even if the [Superior Demon] can do it to such an extent, it should be the most outstanding of them.

Thinking back to the conversations he had with some monsters that were barely able to communicate, he thought with some uncertainty: 'Is this the so-called mutant demon?'

"The demon is a chaotic and strange race, any mess can happen among them, there is nothing reasonable and unreasonable to speak of, if you can't think of an answer, just treat him as a mutation!"

He has always kept in mind what the other party said at the beginning.

Combined with the demon who used to frantically drop the chain and drag his teammates back, he now somewhat understands that passage.

The tricky ones are indeed tricky, and the weird ones are indeed strange, unable to understand neither their brain circuits nor their powers.

Without hesitation, Henry Moore immediately tried to pick out more than a dozen of the most flexible types among the demigods present, and prepared to let him form a team to go deep into the Polluted Lands to dispose of Orgar.

Looking at his actions, Alison and Emerson glanced at each other, and Alison, who had a relatively high status, spoke: "Henry, do you remember the [Median Demon] I told you not long ago? ”

Hearing her words, Henry Moore frowned slightly.

I knew in my heart that the other party was worried that this information was a trap set by the other party in advance, and wanted to induce myself to send someone over, so as to consume the number of strong people who were already at a disadvantage.

But in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and replied: "Having said that, the current situation can no longer be delayed, otherwise the situation of the defense line will completely fall into erosion and can no longer be recovered." ”

Unlike Orga, who had plenty of time and could play slowly, they didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the current situation lasted for a few more days.

So even if it is very likely that danger will occur, they can only bite the bullet.

Looking at the other party who had already made up her mind, Alison sighed slightly and didn't persuade anything more.

Because she also knows that the current situation is not optimistic, and if she doesn't fight, she may never have a chance again.

can only put the expectation on the abyss side, the abyss side is still chaotic, each playing its own game, and will not hook up with each other in advance to ambush themselves and others.

Although she thinks that the odds are very small.

After all, as long as the other side has some IQ in the current situation, then it should be able to cooperate to drag down these opponents.

And most of them also maintain the same view as her, and do not have any expectations for the success of this operation, and even think that they will be blocked by the other party and suffer heavy losses.

But just as they don't want to believe, the creatures of the abyss don't have the idea of unity.

Under this premise, compared to his stupid teammates, Olga felt that it was better to run away.

And the people in the defense line, although they thought that it would be very dangerous to go behind enemy lines, they were forced by the situation. A team was still put together.

Looking at the people who stepped onto the teleportation array and prepared to go deep into the hinterland, Henry Moore couldn't help but pray to the gods in the sky, praying that this operation would end smoothly.

And if Olga was there, he would only be disdainful of it.

What's the use of putting expectations on a group of guys who can't protect themselves?

As far as he knew, the Demon Lord Karto had not succeeded in inserting his true body into this world until now.

But even so, the gods of this world are already at a disadvantage in the battle with their main army.

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Shaking his head, he quickly recovered his head, which was a little dizzy from teleportation.

The leader of the team looked at his recovered companions around him, and the environment around him where no enemies had been found, and he was slightly satisfied.

At least the worst didn't happen.

Sniffing the air around him, he frowned in disgust.

Because the air in this polluted land has long been transformed into a variety of toxins and negative energy, it is specially suitable for abyssal creatures, and for the creatures of this world, even a demigod will be a little uncomfortable if he absorbs too much.

After unleashing a spell to isolate the harmful things, he looked down at the magic item in his hand.

It was a magic compass made by a demigod-level mage who intercepted a part of Orga's breath, which could help them locate Orga's position.

At this moment, looking at the two points of light in the misty picture on the compass, he was not sure which was the original figure of Orga.

One of the two points of light is constantly moving, and the other is silently in place.

Due to the rush of time, the workmanship and function of this magic prop were still very rough, and even the distance of the target could not be displayed, so he couldn't figure out how far the other party was from him and the others.

After thinking about it, he took his teammates who had already sorted out their state and decided to go to the spot of light that had not moved to take a look at the situation.

Soon after, they successfully arrived at their destination.

After some searching, I found the body of the point of light.

One of the team members poked the mass on the ground with a sharp sword in his hand.

With some uncertainty on his face, he asked the others, "How does this thing look like a creature brain?"

Another member of the team said, "I think this is the brain. ”

The captain looked at the stubble on the ground, and said in disbelief, "What do you mean?

"Also to ......"

After thinking about it, the other players present also felt that what he said made sense and agreed.