Diablo Destruction

While I was dazed, the referee loudly announced my victory after confirming Muradin's intention again and again. The whole venue was excited again. Although Muradin took the initiative to admit defeat, they were satisfied with such a fierce competition and such a result. ...No, it’s just breathtaking.

Muradin has canceled his giant transformation, revealing a suit of tattered armor. It turns out that the armor caused damage to his stone skin and can directly affect his body. If he were an ordinary adventurer, he would see that his whole body of golden equipment is almost scrapped. , I’m afraid tears of distress will come out.

However, Muradin is a master blacksmith. These nearly scrapped equipment can shine again as long as they are taken back and hammered for a few days, so he showed an indifferent expression.

"Old Mu..."

I went up to him, hugged Lao Mu, who had been reverted back to his prototype of a short winter melon, and said with a smile.

"Thank you on behalf of the ring, I can finally escape."

"..."

Gusts of cold wind blew by, and some adventurers crossed their arms and said, "nnd, this druid is such a cold joke."

"You kid, don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage."

Muradin originally had a smile on his face, preparing to have a "rival and old friend" conversation that would move all adventurers and enhance his "tall" image, but he didn't expect that it would be me saying this instead.

However, before he finished speaking, he found that the person he was speaking to had disappeared.

Wiping his eyes, looking from a distance, he vaguely saw a red-haired figure dragging someone away from the venue like a rag.

"Ahem..., do you want to commit murder?"

I rubbed my red neck and glared at the old drunkard angrily. As a good family man, the first thing after victory is of course to go back and report to Vilas and the others. This guy is obviously trying to sabotage us. The harmonious atmosphere of home.

"So that's it, it's the old man Gallen."

The old drunkard didn't take my protest to heart at all. Instead, he frowned, holding the scroll left for me by the old man Galen on my hand, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"When you were with that old man, did he do any research on you?"

"It's nothing. Most of the time, the old man stays in the laboratory without being seen. He will only come out to eat when he is hungry. During the process, he will explain some useful and useless knowledge to me. Oh, by the way, I remembered it. One day, the old man was very excited and asked me to lie down in a magic circle. I didn't know what to do. He lay there for more than an hour before letting me out. He didn't say it had any effect. It was inexplicable."

I thought hard for a while and then said intermittently, these are not important memories. If the old drunkard doesn't mention them, I will almost forget them.

"I knew that only Galen, a guy who has studied his Druid profession to the pinnacle, can do this. However, I didn't expect that he could help others study the sense of style and skill frequency. It seems that I still underestimated him."

"Is it so exaggerated?"

I returned the heavy-hit scroll from the old drunkard and turned it around indifferently in my hand.

"The ignorant are fearless. Do you know how difficult it is to make this heavy-hit scroll tailor-made for you? Forget it, it is useless to explain to a fool like you." Kasha sighed and said The look of giving up.

"..."

What an irritating tone. Can you give her a double flame punch?

However, the old drunkard's next words shocked me.

"I didn't expect that even the old fox in Akara couldn't really see through Gallon. I estimate that his strength may be close to that of Tarasha back then."

"You...you're not joking."

I stared at the old drunkard with wide eyes, and suddenly couldn't help bursting into laughter, Old Man Gallon? Tarasha? Ha ha ha ha--

To talk about my feelings about Old Man Galen, when we first met, he was dressed in coarse cloth dressed as a commoner, with a strong bronze body that could be said to be getting stronger with age. He looked like a woodcutter, but that scholar's beard really added some extra dimension to him. The temperament of a world-weary and reclusive person.

Later, I saw him tinkering and studying something in the house for a while, and it was covered with a layer of mystery. However, all this was completely shattered during the following meal time.

He rolled up his trousers, exposing his dark calves and leg hair. He squatted on a tree stump, holding a special ocean bowl in one hand and waving chopsticks rapidly with the other hand. He sucked the noodles into his mouth loudly and rudely without any grace at all. Chewing.

While he was explaining to me, who was more than five meters away from him, he kept explaining some side knowledge that I didn’t know whether I should use up my precious memory cells to memorize, the noodle residue spurted out of his mouth like bullets sprayed from a machine gun, and finally The distance is up to five meters.

I estimate that half of the noodles he ate were sprayed out like this. No wonder he had to use his special sea bowl that was almost as big as half a basin to eat three large bowls of noodles every time.

No matter whether you look left or right, up or down, inside or outside, this old man looks more like a farmer uncle, and he is a farmer uncle who has been hungry for three days. I am surprised that he is a Druid. He is a great scholar, which surprised me even more. Now the old drunkard mysteriously told me that he is a master who is not inferior to Tarasha. How can I not laugh?

It was as if I was wandering around when the old drunkard suddenly pointed at an old woodcutter who was chopping wood, and told me with a serious face that the woodcutter was transformed into a big pineapple. He transformed into a woodcutter and came to our mainland to spy on intelligence. Every few steps he took , showed a wary look, and secretly pointed at another vegetable farmer working in the field: Look, that is the incarnation of Baal, I didn't expect him to come too.

"Old drunkard, stop teasing me. You said that Old Galen's strength is on par with Tarasha's? That's a demon-level strength. Do you think even a cat or a dog can 'match' him? This is what I've heard in the past few years. Funniest joke ever."

I hugged my belly and laughed. If the ground was clean, I would like to roll on it a few times to express my gratitude.

"What's impossible? What a fuss." The old drunkard looked at me with pity in his eyes.

"Besides, although Tarasha is powerful, she is not at the level of a demon. Let me tell you, why don't you read more serious books? That girl Linya has so many at home. You, a cheap husband, should at least replenish them. Take a moment and add some connotation and cultivation."

"I don't need that kind of stuff."

I laughed indifferently: "Didn't Tarasha seal Baal with the Soul Stone back then?"

"That's true, but when it came, it borrowed the power of the Soul Stone. At that time, there was civil strife in hell, and the strength of the three demon gods dropped by less than 30%. Only by combining these factors could Tarasha successfully seal Baal. , in my opinion, Tarasha’s strength at that time was probably at the level of a demon king.”

"That's it." I responded quite disappointedly, feeling like my idol had been shattered.

"You are so disappointed. Is it easy to have demon king level strength? How many people in human history can achieve it? Let's just talk about you. If you are placed in the third world now, you will be a little loser at best. Can you do it? Elite monsters are still a problem, but once you reach that level, it won’t be too late to be disappointed.”

The old drunkard grabbed my clothes and shook them vigorously like weeds.

"No more nonsense like you brat. Let's get down to business. I don't need to explain the harmful effects of heavy blows on our adventurers' bodies. Galen has written it very clearly in it. What are you going to do?"

"No problem, my biggest advantage is my self-control." With a flash of my eyes, I gave her a confident thumbs up and smiled.

"You have no self-control. Didn't he warn you repeatedly that you can only open it after level 60? Is this your self-control?"

The old drunkard looked like he was going crazy again. Really, he has already passed menopause, why can't he be calm?

"Anyway, please listen to me. From now on, try to use the second strike as little as possible. Don't try to practice the triple strike before level 60. No matter how many levels you reach, never try to practice the fifth strike or above. Do you understand?"

"I will try my best to remember these words, but after all, you seem to understand it very well." I glanced at the old drunkard curiously, could this guy also hit hard? Well, it's not impossible...

Kasha was stunned for a moment, and the sad look in his eyes flashed past at a speed that no one could detect. Then he shook his head gently: "Anyway, I have already said what needs to be said. If you don't know how to live or die, you brat If you try, you deserve to die."

What a ruthless guy, I looked at the other person's leaving back and muttered dissatisfiedly, and then I was shocked, no, it should be Sister Sharna's competition, this old drunkard actually chose to waste my time at this time. Precious time.

The game between me and Muradin was the second game of the quarter-finals. The third game was between Seattle and the elf archer. The game between Sister Sharna and Roja was the last game. With Seattle's strength, , the third game won't take much time at all, maybe the fourth game has already started.

Sure enough, when I hurried back to the venue, the third game was over. The poor handsome elf archer was inhumanely tortured by Seattle. If there hadn't been a powerful angel as the referee, the announcement was timely. , I'm afraid the beast will "miss" again.

At this time, the arena had finished resting, and the referee was about to announce the start of the last match of the top eight. From a distance, I saw my sister walking towards the arena. It was really eye-catching. 80% of the adventurers had their eyes on it. It's hard not to notice her beautiful figure.

I didn't have time to say hello to Vilas and the others, so I hurriedly chased after them.

"Sister, sister, wait for me." I finally caught up with her when she jumped onto the ring. I stopped her in front and looked at my sister's pure and beautiful face, stared at by those eyes as beautiful as the sea. , and for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

"Are you worried about me? Brother."

Her cold little hands gently touched my face, and when I raised my head, my sister's originally iceberg-like face transformed into a gentle smile, and she looked at me gently with an intoxicating smile.

I could clearly feel the gasps from the male adventurers around me. While they were fascinated, they also cast countless vicious glances at me, turning into sharp swords and trying to cut my back.

"Don't worry, brother, you have to believe me."

My sister smiled and fixed my face slightly, staring at each other with her deep and beautiful sea-blue eyes. We were so close that I could feel the orchid breath.

"Sharna, I don't care about other people, but you, my brother, must believe me. Otherwise, it won't work. Do you understand?"

She said in an unquestionable tone and moved her face closer. Even at such a close distance, I couldn't find a single flaw on that fair face.

I nodded subconsciously.

"Well, that's enough. I can definitely win."

Smiling sweetly again, my sister happily hugged me into her towering arms, pressing me tightly against her. The warm and soft touch on her face, as well as the tangy breasts, made my heart gradually calm down.

And at this moment, the countless vicious glances behind me turned completely into murderous intent, making me feel as if I was surrounded by tens of thousands of hungry and ferocious Sinking Demons.

But now I am not in the mood to be jealous of these bachelors. Looking at the figure who left proudly, I scratched my head helplessly. Under the force of my sister, I still couldn't say a word.

"The fourth game is between Level 49 Amazon Sharna and Level 64 Samurai Roya. The game has officially begun." Just when I returned to my seat, the angel referee's announcement also sounded in my ears, and I quickly Look back.

The moment the angel referee finished speaking, amidst the exclamations of everyone, Sharna, who was covered in gold armor and holding a golden spear, had turned into a golden light and stabbed straight towards Roja on the opposite side. The sharp golden The spearhead is silent, but extremely swift and vicious, as if it is going to penetrate the opponent's body directly. The decisiveness and killing power in it are frightening even to those experts with decades of adventure experience.

However, no matter how fast Sharna is, she will be eclipsed by the mage's teleportation. Almost at the same time as Sharna moved, Roja's figure flashed and appeared in the sky, close to Sharna. Fighting alone? Even Roja doesn't have such arrogant courage.

At the same time that Roja's figure disappeared, Sharna's spear also passed straight across the position where he was just now, making a sonorous sound of gravel breaking through the air. From this, it can be seen that her instant sprint speed has reached a very terrifying level. At this point, even a level 60 assassin may not be able to do it.

"Whoosh——"

Without any hesitation, Sharna struck the air with a single blow, as if there were eyes on the back of her head. She turned around at an extremely difficult 180 degrees at high speed. The golden spear in her hand was held horizontally, and then it turned into a white lightning spear. He paused and threw himself high into the sky behind him.

Amazon’s third-level skill—Lightning Ball.

Sharna's reaction was too fast. Roja's teleportation was obviously one step faster than Sharna, but in the eyes of adventurers, it caused a visual misunderstanding. It looked as if Roja had died early and headed towards Sharna. The path taken by Narei's light spear is the same as teleportation.

A series of fierce battles made the adventurers widen their eyes, open their mouths, and couldn't help but scream. The wizard's teleportation also requires a cooling time. In such a short period of time, even a wizard as powerful as Roja, It is absolutely impossible to teleport again at the moment of complete teleportation, otherwise, the wizard will really go against the will of heaven.

The white lightning spear, like a real straight thunder that pierced the sky, roared in the direction of Roja with unparalleled momentum and speed. There was no doubt that this violent lightning could easily kill Pierce the thin Roja.

Under the mage's robe, Roja still gave off an unmoved calm temperament. He raised his hand slightly, smiling with a slap in the face, and a blue and exquisite ice mirror was formed in his open palm.

"Zizzizi——"

At the moment when the ice mirror was formed, the thunder spear also arrived, and the mouth of the spear just hit the ice mirror. The white thunder spear suddenly exploded like a pot, and lightning exploded, confronting the ice mirror.

I saw Roja slightly tilting the ice mirror outward, and the powerful lightning spear was easily pushed away and passed by him.

"Forcibly compressing the mage's ice protective armor skills into the size of a palm. It seems that this Roja is not only proficient in fire magic, but also ice magic is very terrifying."

I watched from a distance and saw Sister Sharna's lightning spear being blocked so easily, and I couldn't help but feel even more worried.

After pushing aside the lightning spear, the mage expanded the ice mirror into an arc, wrapped it tightly around himself, and floated in the air. It seemed that he was preparing to implement an air-to-ground combat plan. If the opponent was a Druid who mainly focused on close combat, The Paladin and the Barbarian were probably lying on the ground with their heads raised, staring, and yelling curses.

Fortunately, the Amazons are not the same. They are suitable for both distance and near combat, and they seem to prefer long-range attacks over melee combat. After the thunder spear was blocked, Sharna did not show a surprised expression. The weapon in her hand quickly switched to a long bow, and her eyes were dazzled. There were already more than a dozen sharp arrows aimed at Roja in the sky. ,

The best thing is that although these more than ten arrows have no attached skills, under the control of Sharna's exquisite skills, they are actually close together, lined up in a straight line, and shot towards the reinforced ice shield in front of Roja. It is obvious that they intend to Take point arrancar.

Roja did not pay attention to Sharna's actions. Instead, he spread his hands in a large shape and floated in the air, as if he was preparing to use his ultimate move. The sky above his head also started to churn and roll like boiling water. A strong sense of depression came from the sky, as if something terrible was brewing.

"Da da da--"

There were more than a dozen crisp sounds, and more than a dozen arrows continuously hit the reinforced ice shield in front of Roya, making a harsh and fierce collision.

No matter how high the ice shield's defense is, it has its limit. What's more, after being expanded by Roja to cover the predecessor, it is no longer as strong as the palm-sized ice mirror when resisting the lightning spear. Under the impact of the last arrow, it was finally announced. It disintegrated, breaking a small hole and piercing into Roja's mage robe.

The defense of the mage is weak, no matter how powerful the mage is (of course, this is compared to opponents of the same level). At this time, Roja also proved this. The power of the ordinary arrow has been blocked by the ice shield. It offset a small part, but still penetrated Roja's mage robe and inserted into his left chest. A trace of bright red blood flowed out along the exposed arrow body.

The adventurers were in an uproar. They didn't expect that Roja, who had performed extremely tough in the previous games, would be injured so easily.

However, as the injured person, Roja seemed to be more calm than the audience. He ignored the arrow inserted in his chest and was stained with his own blood. He continued to fire the big move, muttered words, and gradually suppressed the sky. The adventurer also began to be out of breath.

Then in an instant, the entire sky suddenly rolled. The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. These dark clouds gradually turned into a bright red color like molten pulp, which was constantly rolling and surging above Luo Ya's head, as if it was about to drip down at any time. generally.

A gradually louder chant echoed in Roya's mouth, and then he suddenly paused. He opened his eyes wide, and an eggshell-like translucent energy shield suddenly burst out from his body as the center, quickly spreading in all directions, covering the entire body. The arena is covered.

"Woo~~"

The adventurer approaching the arena suddenly felt that his body was pressed down by heavy lead and iron. He felt like he couldn't straighten his back and could not breathe. He looked up at Roja in the sky and saw the majestic energy emanating from him. In their eyes, the aura suddenly grew infinitely taller, as if... the master of this space.

"Pseudo domain!! How... how is it possible?!"

The knowledgeable adventurer screamed in horror under the huge pressure of the domain. The pseudo-domain master is also an extremely master in the second world. He is a pass to the third world, but in the first world, How is this possible when a level 63 wizard appears?

They feel huge pressure just on the periphery of the field, and their strength may only be able to exert their full strength when they are completely victorious. So what about the opponents in the pseudo-field? Can anyone really win with such a pervert? No, absolutely not.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of adventurers looked at Roja with awe and fear. Although they had tried their best to overestimate Roja before the game, no one thought, or dared to think, that he He turned out to be a pseudo-field-level master.

Far higher in the sky, the angel referee also showed a surprised look. A layer of pure white sacred light enveloped him, and a pair of faint wings slowly emerged from behind, showing that he was a master of two wings (pseudo domain). Identity and strength.

Compared with the domineering pseudo-realm of Roja's aura, the angel's holy realm is softer and condensed, so only a few adventurers noticed his changes.

Noticing the changes in the angel referee, I breathed a sigh of relief. Although Akara had already told me that every angel referee had the strength of the pseudo-realm, seeing it with my own eyes made me feel more at ease. It seemed that this angel was also a master. In terms of control of the pseudo-realm, he is even more sophisticated than Roja. In this way, even if an accident occurs, the game should be able to stop the game at the critical moment and Sister Sharna will not be harmed.

"Yawn!!" I suddenly sneezed inexplicably. Who, who on earth was speaking ill of me secretly? ! !

"I said, brother, why do you look like everything is fine?"

A barbarian next to him, under the suppression of Roya's pseudo-domain, felt that his breathing was not smooth and his voice was no longer loud. Even if his favorite medium-cooked tender lamb chops were placed in front of him, he could only eat it. It looks like the next four or five discs.

When he looked back, he saw a mysterious cloaked man wearing an outdated cloak (yawn!!), covering his face. His body stood upright, standing next to him with his arms folded, letting the strong wind brought by the pseudo-realm His cloak blew loudly, but his body remained motionless.

The barbarian looked at the other party, and then at himself. The other party's aloof posture, compared with his current shrunken appearance with loss of appetite under the suppression of the pseudo-realm, was a stark contrast between an ugly duckling and a white swan.

However, he looks like a master now, but he can't feel the aura of a master exuding from him.

Hidden deep, master, this is the master. The barbarian's eyes were somewhat adoring, and he couldn't help but use a humble tone to ask for advice on how to resist the suppression of the pseudo-realm.

"It's very simple." I rubbed my itchy nose, gave the other party a thumbs up, and then pointed at a red-haired figure not far away.

"As long as you sneak over and kick the guy to the ground from behind, if you can survive, you will never have to worry about any pseudo-realm suppression in the future."