Abyss Demon of the Worlds

  Chapter 82 Poison Injection

  No communication.

   Olga’s fist hit Emerson directly with absolute speed and strength in the next instant.

  At a height of more than six meters, his legs are about the same thickness as the opponent's waist. From a visual perspective, it looks like an adult beat a pupil.

  A fist down is the same as hitting a person with a sledgehammer. The fist is almost as big as the opponent's head.

   Seeing that he was about to hit his fist, Emerson felt the smell of being unable to hold on, and his face changed immediately.

Years of combat experience made him know that at this distance, he would never be able to hide in the usual way, so he turned the sharp blade in his hand very directly, and cut it directly against the edge of Olga’s arm, wanting Peel off the meat directly. But the foot is a strong kick to make his body levitate, using the sharp blade in his hand as a fulcrum to directly turn his body directly above the opponent's arm.

When the weapon in his hand pierced the opponent's arm, Emerson clearly felt the curse effect attached to his weapon had an effect, but the hardness of the armor on the opponent's body surprised him. Although I pierced in with my best efforts, it seemed extremely difficult to pierce in more.

  There is a feeling of forcibly cutting [semi-artifact].

  So without any hesitation, he directly controlled the weapon in his hand, and poured all the toxins stored in it into the small wound.

All this is slow to say, but it only happened in an instant. Before Emerson adjusted his posture in the air again, Orrgana was infused into the wound of toxins by him. A slender blood vessel stretched out at the speed of covering the ears. It plunged into Emerson's arm like a viper ready to go, and injected its contents into the opponent's body.

  In the face of this sudden situation, the magic power in Emerson's body instantly burst from the inside of that arm under his control.

  With a lot of blood spilled, that arm was completely disconnected.

After Olga took a look at the blood vessels retracted by himself, most of the wounds on his arm had been healed, and he didn't care about the residual toxins left in his body, and with malicious intent, he said to the dark elf in front of him: "Very decisive. Well, I still want to inject all those toxins back for you..."

  If the weapon in the opponent's hand carries a special effect of exorcism, he may be slightly jealous, but if it is just curses and toxins, it is basically nothing to him.

  As a demon, he is inherently highly resistant to toxins and curses, and with the blessing of natural ability, this ability has been sufficiently improved.

  Except for a few poisons and curses, most of these two types of things are just nourishment for him.

  Not only will it not harm him, but it will also replenish his energy and physical strength.

  But the dark elf in front of him is different. Although his race has good resistance to toxins and curses, it is still a few grades worse than Olga.

  Furthermore, the things that Olga just injected into the opponent through his own veins, in addition to the toxins contained in the opponent's blade, there is also a powerful plague that comes with his natural ability.

  It is a special product that can poison elemental creatures alive.

  It can be said that if the opponent's movements are slower even if it is one-tenth of a second, he will be dead.

   "Asshole..."

  Looking at the severed arm around him that had become sore in a second or two, Emerson felt both irritated and thankful.

As a demigod, his body’s various resistances are definitely not weak, but that arm can quickly decompose into this shape with a portion of energy remaining, which shows that what has just been injected is by no means simple. Slow action will never end well.

   Raising the sharp blade in his hand with one hand, Emerson’s vigilance has reached the highest level. He knows that the slightest slack will lead to his own death. He secretly uses the hidden communication props, and wants to delay the rescue.

  I didn't know the other party's plan. He didn't directly attack the other party who was already in a posture. Instead, like a beast hunting, he kept turning around the other party without a single sound.

With a nasty taste on his face, he uttered a joke: "You are in this world, should you be called a demigod? According to the level of strength, your level should be higher than mine. If you weren't just now After hitting me, I was too careless. You definitely shouldn't be so unbearable."

Hearing the latter paragraph, Emerson's expression was slightly stunned, only to discover that Orchga was only a [median demon]. After a while of silence, he slowly replied: "...So what, no matter who it is. When there are always mistakes, there is nothing wrong with paying for your carelessness."

  In spite of this, it is only the self-comfort of losing or not losing the battle, but it is inevitable that I feel regret in my heart.

In this regard, even though Orleja has no way of knowing it, he can still vaguely guess a general idea. After turning around two more times, looking at the opponent who is still standing still staring at him, the play in his eyes is even more abused. Obviously.

  I saw him pointing, and the broken arm beside the opponent said:

   "Forgot to tell you one thing.

The thing I just injected you with, although the effect is similar to poison, it is essentially a plague that can be transmitted through the air. It can enter the host body through the skin, although the effect will be much worse than nothing in that case. Just inject the virus stock directly on it.

  If you count the time, it should be effective soon..."

As soon as   's voice fell, Emerson's unattractive face immediately stiffened, his pale face suddenly became a little red, and the various sense organs of the body began to slow down rapidly.

   Sudden physical condition, although it is far from the fatal effect, it can be recovered by taking some time to adjust the body, but at this moment, these negative conditions are completely fatal factors.

  Faced with his flaws, Olga, who had been waiting for a long time, did not hesitate, and directly stretched out his big hand and took off the opponent's head, wanting to take off the opponent's head in one fell swoop, without giving him any chance.

Facing his blow, although Emerson felt dizzy, he still tried to forcibly activate the power in his body to escape into the shadow world, but just after mobilizing his power, he felt that there were a lot of impurities in his body. All blocking one's own actions, although it can take some time to clean them up, but at this moment obviously there is no time...

   Just when he himself thought he was dying, a golden light stream rushed directly towards Orrhaja’s head from more than ten kilometers away, trying to stop the actions in his hands.

  Faced the arrival of him, Olga ignored him, his hand still caught the opponent's neck without stopping.

   "Crack..."

  It was the sound of the bones in the neck breaking.

  The opponent's neck was torn off.

   "Boom!"

  And the golden light also hit Orrga’s face mercilessly, causing a violent explosion.

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