Abyss Demon of the Worlds

Wind and sunshine.

A true picture of today's weather.

After Orsuga wandered around the city, he roughly understood the layout and general development of the city's architectural plans.

This is a city with a level of civilization similar to the Middle Ages in the west of the earth, but a little more advanced than that.

At the very least, sanitation is much better than in the Middle Ages in the West.

There's no faeces and dicks everywhere on the side of the road.

Moreover, it is not difficult to smelt metal here, and even ordinary people can afford all kinds of conventional iron tools.

However, Orsaka didn't care much about how people's livelihood was.

What he is more interested in now is a remote dark alley.

Among them, some figures of different heights and shorts can be vaguely seen gathering, and they are most likely members of some local gangs.

The impoverished Olshaga needs the help of this group of friendly sponsors!

After determining the target.

When passing by a fruit stand, in line with the principle that thieves do not go empty, Olsaka took advantage of the fact that the stall owner didn't care, took a piece of fruit, and nibbled it happily while walking towards the alley.

With his swagger approaching.

The members of the powerful gangs in the local society also quickly sensed that something was wrong.

A stout middle-aged male Kou watched the situation for a while, and after confirming that Orshaga was really coming towards him and others, he frowned slightly and walked over to ask:

"Who are you?"

In this regard, Orshaga had no idea of ​​answering anything, and it was a punch.

Before anyone else could react, he put it down neatly.

However, soon, I reacted to the convenience.

"Damn! What are you trying to do??"

While drinking in anger,

Wude has drawn out the weapons that they carry with them!

Intention to draw a gesture with Olsaka.

In this regard, after Olshaga calmly cleared his throat, a strange sound wave emanated from his mouth.

Everyone who heard it couldn't help but show a little dazed expression, and the weapon that was originally held up also had a feeling of weakness...

After a few minutes.

After completing the work of hypnosis and spiritual suggestion, Orshaga threw away the fruit core in his hand, and ordered to his newly recruited horses with a face full of course:

"From now on, you are my lackeys. Your first task is to make money for me. The second task is to introduce rich and powerful ordinary people to be my lackeys. The more the better..."

that's it.

Under the MLM strategy of pulling people into dogs.

The mortals who couldn't stand the mental manipulation immediately fell in large numbers, and Olshaga soon secretly integrated a large force.

On the way, although some people were alert and noticed that something was wrong.

However, under the powerful iron fist of Orshaga, they could only resign sadly to no avail.

Under the support of various lackeys, although there is nothing too precious.

But all kinds of resources were forced to be supplied to Orshaga like a tide, providing him with the basic conditions for manual DIY equipment.

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After a few months.

In a basement filled with a strong smell of blood.

Olshaga was lying on a bed, using external tools to perform ribectomy for himself.

The main purpose of this round of surgery is to engrave various surgical techniques on one's own heart.

By the way, he also optimized the rest of the organs to make them function better.

Right now, since Olsaka performed the operation on her own, there is no such thing as anesthesia.

Fortunately, for this innocuous weak feeling, Olshaga was completely automatic saving throw.

Controlling the [Power of Pain], he has long been accustomed to all kinds of pain in his body and soul.

Right now, the pain of being disemboweled is not even worth sprinkling water.

Even if sulfuric acid is poured into the brain, he will not feel any discomfort.

More than ten minutes passed.

After dealing with all the problems, Orshaga directly recovered to the healthiest state under her superb surgical sutures and auxiliary spells.

The expression was incomparably calm, and there was not even a slight scar on the fair skin that had been cut open, as if it were flawless white jade.

After adapting to the results of his own transformation for a while, under Orshaga's will, a red book about forty centimeters long, twenty centimeters wide, and ten centimeters thick automatically floated to his side. .

On the cover of the book, amid the continuous entanglement of the countless [Death Tribulation Flower] lines, there is a line of words written in distorted abyss characters - [Crimson Book].

Under the pollution of information, ordinary people only need to look a few more times, and they will enter a state of madness!

And this book is the main effort of Olshaga in the past few months.

A large part of the reason for the previous surgery was to completely link this book with this body.

Following Orshaga's thoughts, the [Crimson Book] automatically opened a page.

Just like the special transistors on the mechanical device, there are some red mesh patterns similar to energy patterns, and the convergence of those patterns is several things similar to card slots, which are already inlaid with some card-like patterns. thing……

At this time.

The door of the basement suddenly burst open under the impact of a huge force.

Dust scattered.

Several tall figures walked in with a vigilant look.

As soon as the guy surrounded by them saw Orshaga who was flipping through books and was not disturbed by the explosion at all, he immediately changed his expression and shouted in panic:

"It's him! Everything is his fault!"

He fears and hates Olshaga, the terrifying guy who has taken over the entire city in just a few months and plundered all his powers away!

Among them, the most lingering fear in his heart is that if it hadn't been for the family treasure to play a role, he probably wouldn't even realize that he was being controlled...

Feeling the fear of the other party, a lion warrior with an epee and looking a bit like a humanoid lion on the outside, comforted with a solemn expression:

"The city owner doesn't need to panic, we will deal with him."

Of course, having said that, in the face of a magician who could control at least thousands of people at the same time, he did not dare to underestimate it, and he and his teammates slowly encircled them towards Olshaga.

They don't care about their communication and actions.

Orshaka took out a red ring from a certain page of the [Crimson Book] and put it on his hand.

next moment.

The pattern on the ring automatically lit up, and a gorgeous armguard appeared on Olshaga's hand.

Following Olshaga's thoughts, a crescent-shaped metal extension protruded from the arm armor.

It is about thirty centimeters long, flashing with a faint blood light, and there are twelve card slots carved by special gemstones evenly distributed on it.

It looks like a high-end atmosphere last time!

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