After the discussion failed.

    The captain of the team looked at the players who were still poking at the ball with weapons, frowned and said, "stop playing and go to the next target."

    Hearing his words, the team member who always felt that there was something secret in the group in front of him could only shake the dirty things on the weapons reluctantly and said, "OK."

    Then it was a dazzling electric light.

    With the crackling sound, the group of things and the nearby land were completely destroyed, leaving only a piece of scorched waste soil.

    Looking at his action, the captain nodded with satisfaction, and took the people to get up again and go to another light spot.

    No one noticed that the weapon that had poked the ball had left a few tiny residues on it and was clinging to it.

    -----

    "Seventeen, all half gods, should carry a large number of targeted props and weapons. It''s a little tricky..."

    Olga, who was riding on a demon and had a few prawns wandering around, still didn''t have any nervous thoughts after confirming the information of the pursuers. He sat on the back of the mount and looked very indifferent. After thinking about it, he made a decision: "play hide and seek with them first..."

    Then he took out a package of spicy dried fish bought from someone who looked like Altman and ate it when he was in the bottomless abyss.

    After chewing a few mouthfuls, Olga''s mouth swelled slightly, and a little fire light seeped from the corners of his mouth. He immediately instinctively wanted to spit out the things in his mouth, but he felt that the taste was good and could not be wasted, so he chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

    Spit out a strong black smoke ring.

    Looking at his long-standing refusal to dissipate, Olga finally realized why the seller would say that the guy with insufficient fire resistance should not eat this thing: "strong enough! It will explode! It feels like eating nuclear fuel... But it tastes good."

    Then, from the point of view of sharing happiness, he poured the remaining dried fish in the bag into the mouth of the horse under him.

    "Buzzing!"

    A whole bag of dried fish.

    The rooster like Mount immediately emitted bursts of black smoke from the cockscomb on its head, and then sounded a sound similar to the roar of the engine. The two claws under its feet also ran out of a heavy shadow, and the running speed increased directly in a straight line.

    In a scene of dust and sparks in Jubu area, it ran out of the fastest speed of its life like taking drugs, which greatly annoyed the many demigods who were chasing behind.

    I thought Olga was afraid of himself and others and was running away in a panic.

    No one guessed that he was just idle and wanted to play hide and seek.

    --------

    A few days later, inside the defense line.

    Henry, who was so worried that his hair was white, looked at the daily report showing the situation in the city, and his heart was also extremely anxious.

    After rubbing his temples, he asked the adjutant next to him, "clay, do they still have no news?"

    Clay, the captain of the team responsible for chasing Olga.

    For them, Henry also gave high hopes.

    They even equipped them with a complete set of high-level magic props at the expense of massive bleeding.

    However, his expectations were clearly not answered, and there had been no news for several days.

    This upset Henry Moore.

    After a moment of silence, his adjutant looked a little embarrassed and said, "in fact, Lord clay, they sent a message not long ago..."

    Henry was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "what is it!"

    Looking at his expectant eyes, the adjutant licked his lips and described the content of the message in a relatively euphemistic way.

    "In general, it means that the other party has the ability similar to separation, and constantly induces them to go in the wrong direction, so they can''t find the real body of the target. They don''t say, and they have provoked many hidden demons. Now they are tired of running..."

    "Bang!"

    Under Henry Moore''s angry volley, his metal desk was hit with two fingerprints.

    "Waste... Let them hurry up. Now it''s the last moment!"

    Henry Moore wanted to scold his mother, but due to the other party''s demigod status, he swallowed his words back and replaced them with a relatively polite urging.

    "Yes!"

    Feeling the anger hidden in his words, the adjutant didn''t dare to say more, so he quickly took orders.

    Although his face was rigorous, he also knew that this urge would not be of any use.

    According to the news sent back by clay and others not long ago, their current situation is not optimistic. There are groups of demons chasing after them, and they don''t even have time to rest.

    In this case, no matter how urgent it is

    And the fact is exactly what he thought. At the moment, the pursuit team is being pursued, and tens of thousands of demons are closely behind them.

    The compass in their hands, full of thousands of light spots are flashing, like the stars in the sky, which makes people feel cool.

    "How can this be done?"

    Not only the team members are thinking about this problem, but clay, as the captain, is also thinking about this problem.

    Since catching up with the target a few days ago and making great efforts to frustrate it, they have found a strange problem.

    The target on the compass is to kill more and more. Kill one and come out with two. Kill two and come out with four. It''s like weeds. It''s not clean at all.

    From the initial surprise to the current numbness, they don''t know how many times they have killed Olga.

    On a daily basis, they can probably kill for a whole year.

    For such things, they do not feel happy, but feel humiliated.

    Whether they admit it or not, they all have the feeling of being walked by people.

    This is very uncomfortable for them who are demigods and are revered by others

    -----

    Squatting in a crypt.

    Eating the barbecue and watching the fighting scene shown by the projection spell, Olga cried happily, "beautiful! That''s the left hook!"

    In the past few days, he has been squatting here, constantly projecting avatars and playing with clay and others. Anyway, the breath responsible for guiding the direction on their compass was intercepted by those mages on purpose, so he knows where it will point, and it''s even easier to make small moves.

    At the moment, seeing the rise, he didn''t forget to turn over the giant roast chicken on the grill. After all, the heat must be well controlled.

    This demon, on the premise of being forced into action, reluctantly followed him as a mount for a few days, and he fed dried fish to supplement nutrition every day.

    Originally, he was not a devil without conscience. He wanted to use it up and let it go. After all, there was no credit and pain.

    But on second thought, after feeding dried fish for a few days, I''m afraid it''s already pickled!

    Isn''t it a pity not to eat it?

    So he immediately became a demon without conscience. He decided to go back to his good heart after eating and become a demon with conscience.