Diablo Destruction

"Um……?"

Opening my sleepy eyes, I patted my messy head hard to wake it up, then stretched hard, sat up unsteadily, and looked around with my blurred eyes.

Is it a dream again?

Then, the next moment, my brain started to spin like a rattling when a broken fan is started, and I began to realize that something seemed wrong.

Generally speaking, dreamers do not realize that they are in a dream. Why can even their rusty brain immediately detect that they are in a dream? Has it become a habit?

Really, I'm a normal man. It's okay to have wet dreams, but I always dream about weird things. Is this the so-called trick of fate?

After staying there for several minutes, the worn-out fan in my head finally came to normal speed. I shook my head, stood up with a wry smile, forget it, it was just a dream anyway, just treat it as my first experience.

But where is this place?

After I woke up, I paused, looked around, and then used the "broken electric fan" in my mind to quickly analyze the pictures captured in my eyes.

There was insufficient power and insufficient memory to continue the analysis. However, after just a few seconds and a few clues were obtained, the brain immediately sounded an alarm.

This is a deserted space, a piece of "abandoned" land.

This is the only feeling I have.

The hazy sky seems to be touched by just reaching out. The black soil without a trace of life is studded with pale white "stones" and "sticks (chopsticks?)", as well as those that follow. Strange postures protrude from the ground, towering brown rock formations that resemble ferocious monsters, and even the cold wind blows like a razor blade. All are gray.

This is a single, colorless world, a depressing and almost breathless place.

I calmed down, tried hard to let my body adapt, and then carefully took a step and landed on a "stone".

"..."

I took my right foot back in surprise.

The feeling coming from the soles of the feet is actually soft? ! !

He looked at this "stone" warily for a long time until he found that there was no threat. I just stepped forward.

"Wow……"

I was so scared that I almost sat down on the ground. The shape of the end of the "stone" turned out to be like a human head wearing a helmet, with a lifelike face carved on it. The meticulous facial expression was in vain to give this gloomy look. The ground space adds a strange atmosphere.

After taking a deep breath of turbid air in shock, I calmed down and took a closer look. Only then did I realize, what kind of stone is this? It was clearly a human corpse of flesh and blood! !

This strange corpse seemed to still retain the same posture as before death. It was covered with full-body armor and a closed helmet, leaving only a small half of its face. The armor he wears is fine and compact, with very exquisite carvings and smooth and beautiful lines. It is obvious at a glance that it is extraordinary, but he does not know how many years have passed. These equipment, which were most likely gold, dark gold, or even artifacts, were all rusty and rusty, and even the corpses seemed to be part of the surface. No wonder I didn't recognize them at first.

With this understanding, the whole world seems to have become completely different. Those "stones" that are densely covered in the entire land like pebbles on the beach are all corpses? ! Those lying on the ground. Squatting on the ground, standing, tightly connected by something like a "stick", or overlapping... all of them are corpses! ! ?

However, this is not what surprises me the most...

These human corpses, no, not human. They are not human beings.

Most of them have wings on their backs. Even if they don't have wings, their appearance is obviously different from humans. This is difficult to explain clearly, just like yellow and white people, Chinese and Westerners, it is easy to distinguish.

In the Dark Continent, they should have another name - angels! demon!

This is the cemetery of angels and demons, and the objects in the distance are scattered like tombstones in the cemetery. They should be countless weapons. Because most of them are swords, they look like sticks or chopsticks from a distance. (The main weapon of angels is the big sword. They seem to have a considerable preference for swords, and demons who are also fallen angels are no exception.)

I carefully avoided the corpses and weapons at my feet, and moved forward slowly, looking at everything in front of me with a feeling of shock and almost a pilgrimage. Of course, what I was looking at was not these angels and demons, but It's a battle that happened here.

Those wingless angels and demons are just that. They are just recognized cannon fodder in the battle between gods and demons. It is not surprising to appear on the battlefield, but with two wings, or even four wings, oh my God! ! Even Liuyi, I can see it occasionally.

In the hierarchy system in the Dark Continent - wingless angels and demons all have the strength of the monster bosses in the third world, and then, those with two wings are equivalent to elites, and those with two wings are equivalent to small bosses. The quasi-four-winged one is equivalent to the Demon King. The four-winged one is already at the level of the demon gods like Mephisto, Diavolo and Baal. As for the quasi-six-winged one, no one dares to even think about it.

Knowing this fact, it is natural for me to be shocked and admired.

"Hiss..."

When I was lost in thought, my elbow accidentally touched something. When I turned around, I saw it was a long sword held in the hand of a four-winged angel. The four-winged angel's tall and tall figure was more than four meters tall, like a hill. Standing in front of me who is less than 1.8 meters tall, the four gray wings more than three meters long behind are fully spread out like a phoenix with spread wings. Looking up, it gives people a cold and majestic look like an undefeated god of war. But at this time, there were several large swords stuck in the back of the outstretched wings, even completely piercing the chest. Even so, it held the big sword with both hands and stabbed it firmly on the ground. It squatted to support its body and never fell down. That unyielding posture exuded tragic and poignant beauty that made people's blood boil.

And what I encountered was exactly his sword. The weapons used by the four-winged angels couldn't possibly be ordinary, but with such a light touch, they turned into powder with a "touch" sound, and went away with the biting wind, dissipating throughout the world. time, fortunately. The four-winged angel's body has long been integrated with the earth, so even if he loses his support, he still maintains his majestic appearance.

How many years of friction can it take for such a magical weapon to turn into powder? The irony is that only the angel's body is said to be immortal. Only in the years has he retained an appearance that should not exist, allowing this battlefield to continue.

Doomsday battle!

A flash of realization flashed through my mind, yes, except for that doomsday battle. I really can't think of what kind of war there is? How tragic! So desolate! This is the final battlefield between gods and demons, a place abandoned by God! !

No one knows the specific time of this war, because it happened hundreds of thousands of years before humans, no, the entire Dark Continent appeared? Millions of years? Or hundreds of millions of years? Probably only God knows.

I silently looked at this endless battlefield and cemetery. Looking at the countless corpses with different postures, shapes and expressions, my heart was filled with unspeakable vicissitudes. What could make an angel whose mission is to spread light and hope show a face of despair? What could make a demon who enjoys spreading sin and death look fearful?

Although I don't have any good feelings towards either angels or demons, but. This kind of vicissitudes of feeling. It is the unique tragic and tragic sadness of the doomsday battle, and the nostalgia for the disappearance of countless strong men. Nothing to do with hatred. In this life, I may never forget the scene in front of me. It's the land. Nothing can compare with the feelings this land brings me. Compared with it, the monster attack was already a very spectacular war in my heart. , seems so childish and ridiculous.

I touched my face and felt a wet feeling. Unknowingly, my face was covered with tears. It was the cry howling in the wind, and the sadness coming from the earth.

However, I still walked forward step by step, feeling the corpses of different shapes little by little. They are the living dictionary of the doomsday battle. Each corpse can make me feel a different feeling. Tragic.

As if being pulled by something, I walked straight in one direction, and then found that along the way, the number of wingless angels and demons became less and less, and finally disappeared completely. Two wings, four wings, and even six wings, gradually Became the protagonist here.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly discovered the existence of a big mountain in the distance. Something seemed to flash on the mountain, and I strode over - maybe I could find the answer to this dream there.

When I completely reached the foot of the mountain, the shock in my heart was hard to describe. What kind of mountain was this? This was a mountain of corpses of angels and demons! What surprised me even more was that I couldn’t find a single body with two or four wings in this mountain. It was completely made up of countless six wings, with countless light gray and black wings intertwined—— This is clearly the grave of all the strongest people in the world!

However, I did not stop, as if possessed, step by step, walking on the bodies of these strong men who could kill me thousands of times with just a breath, and slowly walked to this "mountain" "The pinnacle of.

That's a sword,

A long sword stuck high on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The only touch of color between the whole world is radiating from its body.

When I first saw it, the scenes of battlefields that had just been brought to my mind were all pushed out of my mind. Everything combined was not as shocking as it.

The white steel-like hilt is slightly narrow in the middle and has a wavy concave and convex feel. The tail section is diamond-shaped and thicker. The overall lines are simple and soft. There are no patterns or gem decorations, but it looks quite thick. , giving people a very comfortable feeling to hold.

The guard part is perhaps the only more gorgeous part of the entire sword. The guard parts on both sides are in the shape of closed white wings. The lines are simple but thoughtful. It looks like it is alive and ready to unfold at any time. In the center of the wings, there is a wing on each side. Or maybe the whole one is embedded inside, and the red polygonal diamonds on both sides are exposed. Something seems to be flashing inside. If you don't look carefully, you might think it's an illusion.

Below the gem is the resolute sword body. From the exposed part of the "top of the mountain", the entire sword body is about four fingers wide, slightly thick in the middle, and has a cold light on both sides. It is smaller than the epee used by knights. No. 1, the size looks like a broad sword used by women. The entire sword is straight down. The straight lines give people a simple and comfortable feeling. To describe it in one sentence, it is simple but not simple.

However, this small broad sword, which is completely incomparable in appearance to other gorgeous swords of dark gold or artifact level, exudes the only light in the world, which is more dazzling than any dark gold and more eye-catching than any artifact.

"You finally came……"

The faint neutral voice echoed in the silent doomsday battlefield, as if it carried endless majesty and vicissitudes of life.

"I am the Holy Sword - Everia, nice to meet you, Redeemer, my master."

From that sword, there continued to be a sound that put me in a dilemma, because I don't know whether I should show shock or a puzzled expression on my face now. If the two are performed together, the difficulty is really high. point.

However, fortunately, I have experienced too many strange events recently. From time traveling to Belial, every one of them seems to me to be quite a supernatural phenomenon, and I am now used to it.

Soon, I suppressed all the chaotic thoughts and asked the most practical questions.

"Where is this place? How did I appear here? And, Holy Sword, that...that is, you, what is your background?"

Sorry, although it seems to have mentioned a name just now, but adhering to the best habits of a descendant of a dragon, for those more complicated Western names, they usually go in the left ear and out the right ear.

"As you can see, this is the doomsday battlefield..."

The weird thing that claimed to be the Holy Sword had a pretty good temper. He was not annoyed by my forgetfulness, but continued to speak in that low neutral voice unhurriedly.

"As for why you are here, I'm sorry that I brought you in without your permission, but please don't worry, this is the first time, and maybe the last time..."

"As for me……"

Shengjian fell silent as if appetizing.