The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Looking at Hawthorne on stage.

Sayah didn't know what his mood was.

The disproval is very complicated: ‘I don’t know if my luck is good or bad. How could I be hit by myself during the first world war in more than 100,000 years, and I’m not even an official wizard. ’

This unexpected unfolding directly disrupted 90% of his thoughts.

I don't know what I should do.

He desperately discovered: ‘I can’t do anything but watch...’

who am I? where am I? what should I do?

It's not just him, these three questions have become the doubts of most people in the wizarding world.

And those mortal countries that have just been notified don't even have a concept at all. What is a world war? ?

What hadn't happened in hundreds of thousands of years caught them by surprise.

This thing is too far away for them.

The sense of substitution is just like the ancient myth.

It was placed in front of them all at once, and they really couldn't understand it.

[Increase the population at all costs. 】

Seeing this simple command, many kings scratched their hair, a little unclear.

Until the next day, another order came down.

[Within three days, married men and women must get married if the opposite sex is sufficient. If they refuse to marry, they will all be hanged on the spot. 】

Only then did I realize the so-called strength at all costs.

The folks are directly in chaos.

Many single dogs immediately faced the choice of getting married or dying on the spot.

It was a bit sudden.

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The fifth day.

The Heart of Silence is thousands of meters underground.

In a huge different-dimensional space created by witchcraft and a large number of witch tools.

Sayah is commanding the servant to deliver food and nutrients to the animal pen.

A large number of Magical Beasts that have just been unblocked are in an inevitable period of weakness because they have just recovered, and these materials are their supplies to restore their strength.

When Sayah was in charge of accepting this job, it was the second day after the war announcement was issued.

It was also at that time that he realized that there were so many different spaces under the academy where he had stayed for a few years.

Thirty-six floors of animal pen space.

Each layer has nurtured hundreds of millions of Magical Beasts, and those Magical Beasts have been controlled by witchcraft since their ancestors.

Intelligence and power are limited, there is nothing in your mind except killing, multiplying, and obeying orders!

The intelligence that was originally close to that of humans is only about the same level as cats and dogs.

And when it grows to a certain level, it will be sealed and preserved.

This not only saves the space and feeding supplies of the animal pens, but also prevents them from dying in vain and uses them as a reserve source of troops.

If even the reserve space is full, the extra Magical Beasts will be killed in a concentrated manner based on the principle of strength from weak to strong, and transported to other places in the academy as materials for use by the teachers and students inside.

And this is also the source of the materials that Silent Heart consumes day and night.

Saya is now in charge of a small area on the 11th floor of the animal pen. There are probably millions of newly revived Magical Beasts under his hand to manage.

These Magical Beasts are the weakest level 2 peak and the strongest level 3 peak. As for the fourth-level ones, they don’t. Because of that level of strength, even the blood and soul witchcraft, there is a considerable probability that it will break through, so That's something outside the safety line.

Seeing the carts of supplies being transported away, Saya couldn't tell what his mood was.

A few days ago, he never dreamed that he, an apprentice wizard, could manage so many powerful Magical Beasts!

Picking one of the weakest among them will kill him in one breath.

And millions of them squeezed together, and the spontaneous power emanating from the body surface could make him unstable, and he felt like he was about to faint.

He wouldn't be able to do the job if it weren't for wearing an imposing robe.

‘I don’t know what’s going on with Char, he seems to be taking care of the old wizards who have just been resurrected. I just hope they don’t have a bad temper...’

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The old man with white hair and strong muscles roared at the thin daddy like a thin bamboo pole beside him, "Take a daddy punch!"

"boom!"

After not dodge or dodge, after a hard punch with his head, the small wizard did not even shake his body. His face mocked with a strange smile: "Jie Jie Jie ~ waste! Didn't you eat!"

Seeing that the other party dared to taunt him, the white-haired old man was furious: "Asshole thing, I don't blow Carter flow fighting skills!"

The dwarf fought back disdainfully: "Just a scum, it's a spicy chicken in front of my Elsra's bodybuilding witchcraft!"

"I fight..."

"Silly……"

The two began to scold each other again.

The onlookers next to him could only be anxious in his eyes, and the old man with two heads on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Don't fight, don't fight, please don't fight again! You are all wizards, this can't be killed. Human!"

"Fuck him! The wizard uses a hammer to use witchcraft, witchcraft is for weak chickens, it is only fun to hit with a fist!"

"Hit! Hard! Beautiful! It's this left uppercut!"

"Who ate my noodles!"

"Does anyone want to go out for prostitution..."

"What! Daddy's kingdom has been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! The kingdom that destroyed my kingdom has also been destroyed for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! That place has changed countries 985 times!"

"I'll hit you……"

Hiding in the corner, watching the scene of ghost roaring and demons dancing not far away, Char's young heart was very at a loss.

‘Do these big guys need someone to take care of them? Eating, drinking, prostitution, betting, fighting, fighting, everything, full of vitality! ’

This group of guys were quite normal when they just woke up, they were all serious people, all of them looked serious and full of aura!

But within two or three days, it became this kind of virtue, just like getting lost. Even if you want to indulge, you still spit indiscriminately and affect your hygiene. It completely loses the original image.

According to the information he obtained, the two fighting guys in the center of the venue, the old man with full body muscles, slept for more than 40,000 years, and the short stature who looked a little stunted, slept for more than 90,000 years, and even participated in the fight. A world war.

And the people present, excluding him who beats soy sauce and the servant who is responsible for serving tea and water, these wizards have at least fourth-level strength!

Although these guys didn't live for hundreds of years and entered the end of their lives, they were all exceptionally good at fighting, so they chose to be sealed and become the foundation of the wizarding world.

Charl wondered: ‘Isn’t it a long time for hundreds of years? Why do these guys just say that they are dead soon? Maybe this is the mentality of a strong man...’

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