Abyss Demon of All Realms

Since his first contact with the other party, the other party has not pretended to be dead anymore. Every time Orshaka went out to get some ingredients, the other party would send many things thoughtfully.

Sometimes it's lightning, sometimes it's flames, and sometimes it's small meteorites.

Among them, what Olshaga likes most is that the other party has planted some relatively concealed poisons in the body of each ingredient since then.

It directly caused their taste to be a little more delicious than before.

There is a bit of a pickled taste.

Who can stand this?

Therefore, the frequency of Olshaga's going out to pick up ingredients directly increased in a straight line.

At this moment, feeling the sphere explode in her body, Orshaka felt a little warm in her stomach, as if she had drunk a cup of hot drink.

He even breathed out a red smoke ring comfortably.

Immediately, he stared blankly at the maid beside him.

"This?"

She looked at Olshaga's expression full of enjoyment, then at the red smoke ring that hadn't dissipated, and asked with a bit of surprise on her face, "My lord, are you alright?"

If something happened to Olshaga because of such inexplicable things, she couldn't bear it at all.

Olshaga moved the seat under her buttocks, waved her hands comfortably and said, "It's okay, you can go down first."

After the other party left, he looked at the revolving music box above his head (disk? It means the same thing anyway...).

Thinking to himself, he said to himself: "Every time the attack power increases, is he getting stronger? Or is he recovering?"

After thinking about it, Olshaga, who had no information to speculate, couldn't guess the actual situation of the other party.

So I decided to use a little bit of metaphysics.

For example, his superb divination skills!

Point your fingers to the rotating music box, and an hourglass appeared in the middle of them.

Then the rotation speed of the turntable began to increase as the hourglass passed, and the pain felt by those evil spirits also began to increase accordingly.

After a while, the rotation speed of the turntable changed from a merry-go-round state to a supersonic speed.

And the screams of those evil spirits gradually became blurred.

3 minute later.

In Orshaga's calm eyes, the hourglass was over, and there were no evil spirits left on the turntable, and they were all killed by pain.

Or should I say that it hurts so badly?

Faced with this result, Orshaga also got the information she wanted.

The opponent is recovering strength.

"Thinking about it this way, the opponent should be a little bit unbearable with the recovery of strength. It seems that in a short time, peek-a-boo will be over..."

He smiled.

Chapter 188: [Journey to Alien Star] Plan

Sitting in the vehicle, Charles was on his way to his teacher's residence.

Looking at the various passers-by on both sides of the road, he was thinking about something in his heart.

This is already the ninth year of his rebirth, and the time is approaching the time of his death in the previous life.

During these few years.

He has been investigating and guessing what was the cause of his death in his last life.

It can be said that he has basically exhausted all means.

He investigated the suspects who could be investigated several times.

But there was no sign of it.

It can be said that a lot of energy and financial resources have been spent, but until now, there is still nothing.

This made him both helpless and uneasy.

I feel like I have no bottom in my heart.

Logically speaking, the way he walks and the things he does now are completely different from those in his previous life, and he should never encounter that thing again.

But no one is sure about this kind of thing, if it really encounters the so-called shrinking world line and historical inertia.

It is not impossible to force him to die in exactly the same way.

So until that point of time, until it was passed smoothly, he would not let down his vigilance.

This has become a knot in his heart!

After all, the more you don't understand, the more entangled you are.

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, the driver in charge of driving him couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

I began to sigh in my heart, the powerful are not carefree.

It didn't take long, just as Charles was about to arrive at his destination.

There was a vibration from the communicator he carried with him.

After he glanced at the number, he directly chose to answer it.

It has to be said that after several years of updating, the communicators in this world already have a bit of an earth mobile phone feel.

Although the functions are complicated, there are only a few streets away, and only the most basic calling and texting functions.

But in terms of signal strength, it is completely comparable to or even surpasses the earth.

After all, the communicator here is a hybrid product of technology and magic, and it doesn't even need a signal base station.

As long as it is within the distance, even in the wilderness, there will be no problems, and there will be basically no interference.

Except in special places.

With the connection of the communicator, a middle-aged woman's voice came from inside: "My lord, about the soil from last time. The test results have come out. From the material level, it is ordinary soil, there is no Doped with any special substance."

Charles knew that the soil the other party was talking about was a rare sample obtained from a country across the sea.

Originated from a special event that cannot be reproduced.

It is said to have super hardness comparable to steel.

Therefore, that country directly regards it as some kind of precious resource.

In order to get it smoothly, it took Charles a little effort.

It costs a lot just to clear up the relationship.

At this moment, after listening to the other party's words, he didn't feel lost, but a little puzzled.

Because he didn't quite understand the meaning of the other party, he asked, "From the material level?"

Facing the question from his immediate superior, the female voice over there calmly replied: "Yes, from a material level, its basic structure is exactly the same as ordinary soil, and it is composed of ordinary sand.

But there is some kind of factor that we can't perceive, which changes its physical properties and makes it have super hardness comparable to metal. "

After a while of silence, Charles, who could barely understand, asked a little unwillingly: "Then, can you analyze that special power?"

After hesitating for a while, the female voice said honestly: "I'm afraid there is no way in a short time. Because relying on the existing equipment, I can't even observe their existence, so I have no research clues to speak of."

Hearing this clear answer, Charles understood that the so-called short-term might be quite a long time.

The female researcher at the end of the communicator can already be said to be the top expert. It took him a lot of effort to recruit them, and the instruments they use are the world's top equipment, many of which are directly banned from import and export by various countries. The level, Charles also took a lot of crooked ways to get them.

The best researchers with the best equipment.

Under these conditions, there is still nothing to do...

After some thought, Charles told the woman on the other side of the phone:

"Since that's the case, let's give it to Liu Guang as a favor!

I remember that they are researching building materials recently, so this lump of mud may give them something to gain.

As for you, just put your energy back on the original project. "

The woman replied: "Understood."

"Well, so be it."

After hanging up the communicator in his hand, Charles looked at the roadside signs and sighed slightly.

Then he started to organize his clothes.

He knew that his teacher had experienced the most rigid aristocratic education since he was a child, and he was extraordinarily particular about these things. He belonged to the kind of decent person whose head could be broken, blood could bleed, and hairstyle could not be messed up.

So every time I went to see him, in order not to be talked about, he had to dress in an orderly manner.

It didn't take long.

The steam car arrived at its destination.

Guided by the butler, he walked into this familiar place.

After passing through several tall classical wooden doors, he saw the goal of his trip.

His teacher, Saladin.

At this time, Saladin was using the most standard posture, holding a cup of black tea and drinking it gracefully.

It has to be said that in terms of temperament, his teacher has indeed achieved the acme of nobility.

Every movement can be called the most perfect demonstration.

Even if it is placed in the royal families of various countries in ancient times, they are still experts who can act as etiquette teachers.

And hearing Charles's somewhat disordered footsteps, Saladin didn't even need to lift his head to understand that Charles must have something important to come to him.

He first said habitually: "Don't panic when doing things, but stabilize your mentality."

Then, he put down the teacup in his hand, and asked unhurriedly, "What happened?"

Charles replied with a wry smile: "In the past two months, the breeding speed of evil things in various countries has increased by one-third. If this trend continues, within 20 years, human beings may no longer have a place to live, so we are afraid We have to make some final preparations."

Hearing this sentence, Saladin frowned immediately!

His face was a little ugly after thinking about it.

In the end, he could only reply with a disappointed expression: "In this case, let's follow the established plan. I will try my best to support you and solve the external troubles for you..."

He knew that if the situation developed to this point, if it dragged on, the time would probably be too late.

You can only make a decision early.

"Thank you for your support, then the [Alien Journey] plan will be officially implemented from now on."

Yes, Charles is ready to run.

The core goal of the [Alien Journey] project is to construct a large-scale portal according to the portal design diagram he redeemed, and then he will select some people to perform group interstellar jumps.

Whose simplicity is to carry out a migration that does not know whether it will be successful at the cost of abandoning some human beings.

At least, from Saladin's point of view.

But for Charles, as long as the coordinates of an ecological planet are exchanged in advance, then this migration may not be too dangerous.

Of course, this can't be said out loud, after all, he wasted all his efforts just to explain the source of the portal design.

As for the problem of coordinates, I will try to figure out a way to get over it when the time comes.

Now there are still a series of problems such as portal materials, portal energy, alien protective equipment... and so on.

Chapter 189: Progress

With [Journey to Alien Stars], this plan was officially implemented.

Various problems have also begun to emerge.

Although Charles's system has a wide range of functions, it needs task points for everything.

The task points must be completed to have the task.