Diablo Destruction

The wooden door slowly opened, and a rotunda the size of a square with thousands of people appeared in my field of vision. Directly opposite the door stretched a gorgeous carpet. On both sides of the carpet, four people hugged huge and thick supporting stone pillars, as if neatly The rows of soldiers stood upright, leading to the depths of the hall.

At the end of the carpet, a huge throne made of piled skeletons stood tall. The owner of the throne, Andariel, with a body of more than five meters, was sitting quietly on it, with a pair of snake-like eyes. Locking Sharna tightly in front of the door.

There is no doubt that if you exclude the pair of terrifying tentacles behind you and the vicious and cold aura emanating from your body, Andalil is definitely a charming girl. She has a hotter figure than Sharna, and her exposed body The attire is enough to make any mature man's nose bleed. His fiery red hair is flying high like a flame. His sharp forehead is sexy and wild in line with Western aesthetics. His round and slender legs and proudly erect breasts are cold and cold. The arrogant eyes gave Andariel a fatal charm.

There are many versions of the legend about Andariel in history. Some say that she was originally an orphan in the monastery and was once the most beautiful woman in the entire Rogge camp. Some say that she is the fallen goddess of youth and has a difficult-to-litigate story. Poignant experiences, but these have been impossible to study. The only thing that can be confirmed is that she - Andariel - one of the four demon kings of hell, the Queen of Darkness who takes pleasure in dominating the pain and torture of others, is the leader of the entire Dark Continent. public enemy.

On the other side, Sharna, who stood proudly in front of the door and looked closely at Andariel, also exuded an aura that was not inferior to the other party - she was also the most beautiful woman in the Rogge camp, and was recognized by the entire Rogge camp. The queen, her strength can make even cruel and ruthless demons fear her. Her pride can make even the noble and elegant angels bow their heads. Even if they can't touch the peak of Andariel now, they can never be compared with her small projection.

This is a competition between queens. The battlefield is this closed rotunda. Those who lose can only die.

The wooden door had been closed at some point. I stood outside the door blankly, as if a hole had been dug in my heart. Empty, panic, my mind is blank, I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know anything, I don’t dare to think about anything.

"Xiao Fan——"

His back was suddenly pressed against by two hard balls of soft flesh, and what came close to her was a warm and delicate body. My heart trembled slightly, and I turned around like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, hugged this little ghost, and pressed me tightly in my arms.

"Aren't you very confident in her?"

The little ghost raised his head and touched my chin with his smooth little forehead.

"Confidence cannot be eaten for food."

I buried my head in the soft hair. The gentle scent of hair fragrance and body fragrance slowly soothed my inner tension and anxiety.

"Is this the so-called care that leads to chaos?"

The little ghost blinked his big watery eyes, tilted his head as if he suddenly realized something, and then gently stroked my hair with his little hand to comfort me.

"Don't worry. If it's her, there will be no problem."

"Little girl, you sound like you know my sister better than I do."

I raised my head unconvinced and pinched the nose of the confident little Qiong.

"Ugh~~ It's so annoying that you always look down on me. I think back then, I was called the 'Holy Lady with a piercing gaze' by the Vatican's master tailor!!"

The little ghost gave up and was writhing in my arms using his hands and feet.

"They are totally two different things." I looked at the awkward little ghost dumbfounded.

"By the way. I still have death leather gloves here. Oops, why didn't you think of that just now?"

I was excited. If my sister puts on these leather gloves, she should be foolproof.

Just when I wanted to rush in before she started the war with Andariel, Alice suddenly grabbed my clothes.

I turned around and looked at this little ghost dissatisfiedly. Now was not the time to be willful.

Alice didn't flinch at my questioning gaze. Instead, he spoke slowly in a melodic tone.

"In my time, there was a saying: 'Don't lend a helping hand to a warrior who is determined to fight, it is an insult to him.' Xiaofan, do you think she will take your gloves?"

Alice's face shone with a faint white light, her face revealed a wise and mature tenderness, and her whole body exuded a calm intellectual beauty, just like what I saw when I first met her. I'm afraid this is what she is like. The true side of the saint.

Completely shocked by her sudden maturity and calmness, I could only nod helplessly and put away the death leather gloves I had just taken out.

"Damn humans—"

The whole earth suddenly shook, and along with the hoarse and low roar, which was like the whispers of a demon, a light green evil aura came from the other side of the door. My heart was shocked, and I clenched my fists tightly.

My sister finally confronts Andariel.

Just like in the game, after entering Andariel's palace, she does not immediately fight her. She will let the minions inside test the opponent's strength to see if it is worth her to take action. Of course, if Andariel can take a liking to her, , and allow the minions to stay in her palace, how can they be ordinary people? The weakest one is probably as strong as a boss.

Unexpectedly, in less than half an hour, my sister had already faced Andalil. I was both happy and worried. What I was happy about was that she could clean up those little minions so quickly. Even me, if not Xiaoxue and the others' help probably wouldn't be able to achieve this level of efficiency, so she couldn't help but feel a little more confident in her strength. What worried her was naturally the battle between her and Andariel.

"Don't you want to go in and have a look?"

Alice came over lightly. The saintly image that people looked up to just now was just a flash in the pan. Now she has been completely brought back to her original form.

"No need, if I rush in now, it will only distract her, and I have absolute confidence in her."

I gave her a cool look.

"Really? That's it! Is that really the case? Are you sure?..."

This hateful little ghost focused its gaze on my white, trembling fist. Using a weird accent, he kept repeating jokes that could make people angry.

What a little ghost that just needs training.

"Wow!!"

Unable to bear it, I opened my big hands, expertly pinched the soft flesh of her face and gently applied force to both sides...

With the lively Alice by her side, the originally torturous wait seemed a bit lighter. Looking at her bright and lovely face, and thinking of the mature and calm expression just now, I sometimes He even wondered if the little ghost in front of him had been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, or if he had multiple personalities. Women, it’s really hard to understand.

It has been almost an hour since the battle between my sister and Andariel. Fierce roars and fighting sounds are still coming intermittently from the opposite side of the wooden door. It seems that both parties are still in high spirits. I don’t know if this battle will last. when.

I have let the poisonous flower lurk quietly. Although I can't convey the battle scene, I can still find out in time when my sister is in danger.

"Alice, in your eyes, what kind of person is my sister?"

The two of us stared blankly at the wooden door, as if we could see through the battle scene inside.

"...?"

The little ghost expressed doubts about my sudden question, then tilted his head and thought about it carefully.

"A very cruel woman... wow!!"

Alice, who was tightly held in my arms, choked on the ordinary words she spoke.

"Uuuu~~I haven't finished speaking yet!"

She moaned in confusion, her big silver eyes pretending to be fierce, but still looking very cute as she stared at me.

"I will not take back the words of a cruel woman. Although the time we have been together is short, I am absolutely certain that she is the kind of devil who can kill a city for just one person."

Alice's affirmative tone and burning eyes. I had no way to refute, but her conversation suddenly changed.

"However, she is also an enviable and good sister, woo~~"

After she finished speaking, she seemed unwilling to accept the feeling of being 'outmatched' and let out a painful groan before burying her entire body in my arms.

"This little girl."

I looked angry and amused and huddled in my arms. The little ghost groaned unwillingly, but she had to admit that what she said about the Vatican tailor master was very reasonable. The eyes of this little ghost could really be described as "eyes like a torch".

Time continued to pass slowly. In these few hours, I finally realized what it means to live like a year. If there were still sounds of fighting, I would even wonder if the poisonous Hua Teng was herding cattle.

Even Alice, who was calm and composed at first. His eyes also began to reveal a layer of worry. Although she didn't have much affection for women with this kind of personality, she was his only sister.

Now even the entire corridor is beginning to be filled with a light green gas. If ordinary people smelled this gas, they would probably fall to the ground and die within a few breaths, because this is the poisonous breath released by Andariel.

Even the poisonous gas outside is already so strong. One can imagine the hardship and danger that the sister fighting inside faces.

Just when I couldn't help but move forward, trying to see something through the crack in the door...

"oh--"

The whole world seemed to collapse, suddenly shaking, followed by a shocked, angry, and unwilling roar, as if even the air was about to be torn apart, and hot breath suddenly spurted out from the crack in the door, blowing away the green surroundings. The fog washed away completely.

My heart was filled with great joy. I stiffened my body and was at a loss. What should I say when my sister comes out later?

Cheering and shouting "congratulations"? Too tacky and too polite; say nothing and rush in for a hug? It seemed a bit pretentious. For a moment, I felt as if I was meeting my father-in-law and mother-in-law for the first time. I was nervous, afraid, excited and confused.

"Xiao Fan. This is a good opportunity."

The little ghost behind me floated over with a smile on her face. Sister Sharna's return meant that she was lurking. I never understood why she didn't want to appear in front of her sister or other people.

"She is actually a woman who looks strong on the outside but is very sensitive on the inside. Whether she can be happy or not and whether she will degenerate into a demon may just depend on your thoughts, so you have to..."

Alice's voice gradually disappeared inside the necklace. Before I could carefully savor the meaning of these words, the door was gently opened with a sway.

In my imagination, my sister should be the kind of person who would kick open the door with a majestic kick, coldly utter "It's not challenging", and then float away - or hold Andariel's head. , sitting on the skull throne with her round and sexy legs raised condescendingly. He looked at the adventurers who came to worship him with cold eyes.

However, what appeared in front of me was a weak girl, with tattered and dusty clothes, making her look a little embarrassed. His face was full of exhaustion and boredom, and he even looked shaky with every step, as if he was about to fall down at any time. The most shocking thing was the pair of sea-blue eyes. No matter how tired or painful he is, he can't shake the spirit inside him at all. But now for the first time, he shows a weak look. It no longer looks like the vast ocean, but a small, injured lake. .

It is no longer physical fatigue, but mental hesitation.

She raised her beautiful eyes, as if she had lost all her strength. He fell into my arms as he rushed forward.

"I didn't expect you to see me looking so weak again, haha——"

She weakly stretched out her hands and gently stroked my cheek, and she forced a wry smile.

"No, in my mind, sister is always the strongest."

Seeing this weak face, my heart ached, as if it had been cut by a knife.

"I'm really old. It was obviously not like this before..."

She groaned weakly. He murmured somewhat depressedly,

"Nothing. My sister is always the youngest and strongest."

Rubbing her sore eyes, the so-called "before" refers to the days when she was hunting monsters in the forest when she was young.

I know, I know everything. Your past and the pain you have suffered are all imprinted in my heart.

"Brother, do you think 'they' will regret it?"

"Well, they will regret it. Expelling you from the tribe is the biggest mistake of their lives. When the news comes out, they will definitely regret it and roll on the ground crying, and collectively take poison, hang themselves in the river, and commit suicide."

"Haha - well said -"

She smiled weakly, hesitated for a while, and finally whispered to herself in uncertainty,

"You said - will they come and beg me to return to the tribe?"

"Yes, I will, I will definitely do it, but you can't take advantage of them. You have to step on the messenger who is kneeling on the ground and say to her with your nose, "Let all the elders bring all the cattle and sheep in the village and kowtow three times and five times. Come beg me and maybe I'll think about it. "

Sharna, who laughed out loud at my exaggerated tone, took a few deep breaths.

"Well, let's do it. I originally wanted to let those elders use their bodies to pave the way for me to step back on, and then I will consider it. But since my brother said so, let's do it..."

The voices in his arms gradually weakened, replaced by tired and reassuring breathing.

From now on, I, Wu Fan, swear to kill those who bully you and humiliate you!

I held back the tears in my eyes and silently told the most solemn vows in my heart.