Diablo Destruction

The number of adventurers gradually increased, but each of them looked at me a little strangely. Maybe my cloak was too conspicuous.

In fact, even without this cloak, surrounded by Vilas and the others, it would be difficult not to let people know. Sarah, Little Ghost, Linya, and Vilas are all the most beautiful women in a million, to use game terminology. In other words, even if they are placed in a low-cost RPG game where the production cost has been reduced to 5% of the original estimate due to the impact of the bubble crisis, they are still important characters with faces, personalities, and popular backgrounds.

Surrounded by stars like them, even if they put a mosaic on my face and write on my clothes "A super passerby who doesn't even have half a second of footage and only plays the role of screaming scenes", it will still attract the attention of others. people's attention.

By the way, even though Princess Sanwu is wearing a veil, she can still be seen as a petite and exquisite super beauty, and her charm is not inferior to Sarah and the others, but the aura of non-existence exuding from her body still makes her habitually attracted. Ignoring it, I looked at the stunning glances cast by the adventurers around me, and habitually passed over Princess Sanwu as if she were looking at the air.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but scratch my head - this little guy must have practiced some evil skills with strange names such as the "Stealing God Heart Sutra", right? Is it true that only I can see her beauty?

In front of the Angel Gate, I happened to meet Sister Sharna, who also joined the alliance team. Before I could take a few steps further, I heard a familiar shout from behind.

"Hey, everyone is here, it's really a crowd." The old drunkard walked over carelessly carrying a wine bottle, followed by Carlos, who also caught up and inserted himself between the groups.

Then representatives from various races joined in, making the already bloated team grow several times again, attracting the attention of almost all adventurers.

"Ahem, Elder Fan..." This familiar charming voice, this unfamiliar title?

I turned around in surprise, and saw a little fox with a charming smile, wagging its tail, pretending to be serious, and talking to me in a serious tone. This uncoordinated sight made my whole body tremble. Goosebumps almost fell off my skin.

"What's wrong? After not seeing each other for a few days, has Elder Fan forgotten this Tianhu? Is it true that a noble person forgets things so much? Or is it that he has forgotten the world because he is being served by his beautiful wife?"

The little fox's tail waggled more and more violently, and the black gem pupils with a faint flash of magical purple seemed to be brewing some kind of huge murderous intention.

No, you can’t really blame me. It’s like seeing a enchanting little vixen turn into a noble and elegant exotic princess the next moment. Even if it’s the same person, the brain will not be able to react instantly. Comparing it with others, if I wear a cat style Dress up as a maid and greet you like Fini...imagine...

"Lucia meow (running towards me with an innocent smile)~~Long time no see meow~~Wu Fan misses you so much, meow...meow meow meow~~(On the flat surface without even gravel The scream from falling on the ground)..."

Uh, forget it, stop here, otherwise you will be so sick later that you won't even be in the mood to fight.

My face gradually turned green, my throat retched, and I quickly cut off the imaginary scene simulated in my mind. God is indeed fair. We are obviously both men, and Feini's work was extremely natural, even... The cute demeanor that makes other adventurers drool when they don’t know the truth, but if I were to do it, what would come out would not be drool, but the overnight meal.

Transvestite is really a terrifying profession with extremely demanding talent requirements. For a moment, I felt a sense of admiration for Fini.

"Woo~~~~"

When I was wandering in my mind, I was awakened by a look that was getting more and more sinister and had almost solidified into reality. The little fox was pouting. If there weren't so many people around, I think she would have inserted two fingers straight into it. My eyes and heart are all there.

"You're such a bad guy, you're so laid-back, and you didn't forget to be in a daze during the finals."

Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a hobby of wandering around, but this time it happened at this time, which made the little fox especially angry.

Before I could say anything, suddenly there was a strong tug on the back of my neck, and a gust of wind blew by. Before I could react, the little ghost had already pulled me behind her, protecting me like a hen protecting her chicks, with her hands on her hips. , staring at the little fox with great energy.

"Slutty fox, what do you want to do to my Xiaofan?"

"..."

Although I appreciate you helping me out, if possible, please don't use the tone of fighting for toys or pets, okay?

"I was wondering who it was, but it turns out it's your human-shaped luminous body." The little fox raised its pretty nose proudly, as if it was talking to the little ghost with its nostrils.

"Stop looking so awesome, you're just a slutty fox who only goes around ogling to seduce men."

Not to be outdone, the little ghost pointed her cute jade finger straight at the other person, also in a menacing manner, vividly showing the arrogance of the saint that she usually hides in her bones.

"Don't talk nonsense. Besides, you're not much better. It's broad daylight. Why is your human-shaped lightbulb out here? It's only useful at night, huh huh~~"

Alas, these two people have started their feud again, separated by thousands of years and spanning several generations. It's really terrifying.

I smiled bitterly and dragged the struggling little ghost back like a kitten. On the other side, the warriors of the fox tribe also pulled the little fox back. This was the entrance to the gate.

"It's not easy for you either." The old drunkard on the side said with sadness.

It wasn't until I was rewarded with a hand knife that the little ghost who was still struggling in my arms calmed down. I turned around and stretched out my hand helplessly towards the old drunkard.

"It's good that you know, if you still have some conscience. Just pay back the money as soon as possible."

"Hahaha, you are a step too late. All the money I have now has been used to suppress it. Look." As he said that, the old drunkard took out a piece of contract paper from his arms.

"..."

You guys, you should lose as soon as possible and escape to the cave on the top of Harrogas to become a snow mountain ape-man.

"Brother Carlos, there's going to be a battle later, how are you feeling?"

I ignored the old drunkard and greeted Carlos next to her. For some reason, I was quite nervous about the battle with Carlos last night, but now that I actually saw Carlos, I felt extremely calm.

I originally thought that this cool guy would just coolly gesture to me with his eyelids like before, but I didn’t expect that the other person actually nodded and gave me a kind expression that was so light that you couldn’t tell whether it was a smile or not. It made me feel quite flattered.

"Probably...same as you."

He answered succinctly, then nodded to the old drunkard and Akara, and left the team first.

"This guy is a little weird today."

I shuddered. Is this the legendary show of weakness to the enemy and then attack it?

"Isn't this pretty good? It means that he has recognized the strength of your junior brother." The old drunkard held my shoulders and smiled cheerfully, followed by a choking smell of alcohol.

"Go, go, who is your student? This genius is self-taught." I pushed the other person away with my hand in hand, and said impatiently.

"You're a brat who is trying to burn bridges by crossing rivers." The old drunkard suddenly glared angrily.

"Since you are a teacher, you will not borrow money from students and not repay it, are you right?"

I smiled and stretched out my hand to her again. 100 gold coins could buy me "teacher". It was like jumping off the building with blood and tears. There was no such store after this village.

"I'm sorry, I was dazzled. It's unbelievable. You look exactly the same as the student I taught before. I mistook you for the wrong person. Hahahaha——"

The old drunkard immediately pretended to be stupid. Look, I’ll just say it.

When we arrived at the special seats, nearly 100,000 spectators had been waiting inside for a long time, and the uproar of voices spread throughout the venue. As for the content inside, ahem, I chose automatic filtering anyway.

"Sir, come on, I will always support you."

The warm smile from Vilas immediately warmed my heart from the freezing cold atmosphere around me.

"Well, the eldest brother is the most powerful."

Sarah clenched her little fists, with a cute and determined look, which was simply more confident than me as a person.

"Brother Fan, there will be no problem." Linya's sweet smile contained affection.

"Brother, you must not lose, understand?" This was the queenly order from Sister Sharna.

"Xiao Fan, I have put a lot of diamonds on you. If you lose, I...I will starve to death."

As he said that, he seemed to have imagined in his mind the miserable days without diamonds after I lost. The little ghost's big silver eyes suddenly became filled with trouble.

Is this... a different kind of encouragement?

Princess Sanwu remained silent and handed over a book.

Alas, I have told her countless times that you cannot use h books to encourage others, especially men...

"By the way, where's Akara?"

Seeing that the game was about to start, I looked around, but found that only Kane, the old drunkard and the miser were there, but the big head Akara was missing.

"She went to receive a very important guest." Kane smiled slightly.

"Important guests? The elders of all races are here, what other important guests will there be? By the way, I heard Akara say that a four-winged angel may appear during the finals. Could that be the so-called important guests? ?”

Just as I tilted my head and pondered, a bright light suddenly emitted from the sky and among the clouds.

The brilliant white brilliance, like a waterfall, poured down from above without any warning. It enveloped the entire competition arena including nearly 100,000 adventurers, making people feel as if they were in a world of light.

A clear sound like a trickle of spring water rang from my ears, slow and very peaceful. At first, the sound was inaudible. After gradually expanding, it became clearer and louder. It was a burst of melodious, sacred and solemn hymns. The holy power that fills it washes everyone's souls and removes all the vulgar and dirty things accumulated in the heart. The body becomes ethereal and noble, and one can't help but worship to the sky.

Countless white and beautiful feathers were sprinkled from the sky along with the sound of hymns. The sacred and beautiful scenery may make those adventurers who are usually least interested in the angel tribe feel a sense of admiration at this moment. Under the illumination of this holy brilliance and the baptism of the solemn angelic hymns, no one made a sound.

Well, if the little ghost behind him is not included in the human category...

A soft snort came from behind, and I couldn't help but smile knowingly. This little guy obviously always calls himself a saint, but he is also a god-hater. Probably in her heart, what the title saint represents It's just a good memory of the past, and it's not related to the angel clan. He is really a little guy who has a clear distinction between love and hate.

However, these angels are worthy of being magic sticks that have been used for hundreds of thousands of years. The way they appear is quite intimidating. Maybe they can really confuse many novice adventurers. I raised my head and looked at the increasingly dazzling holy light in the sky. I felt in my ears Listening to the moving hymn, his expression became slightly more solemn.

Perhaps, in the eyes of other adventurers, the light is the light and the hymn is the hymn, just like the sea is the sea and not other things, it seems natural.

I am afraid that only a few of us can see the horror under the deep sea from this "ocean".

It is impossible to describe the feeling in detail. The breath of power that comes vaguely from the sky is peaceful and holy. It makes people feel peaceful and warm unconsciously, and they feel close and trustful to the owner of the breath.

But, because of this, it feels even more terrifying, because even those of us who are masters in the pseudo-field are not consciously affected by this aura of power, let alone other people.

field! !

A thought popped out of my mind in an instant, yes, only a field with attributes can achieve this level.

As if responding to my thoughts, six angels slowly fell from the dazzling sky. One took the lead, and the other five followed side by side. They spread their white wings and floated down from the sky.

The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the leading angel. Although he has only one pair of wings like the five angels behind him, his wings are undoubtedly whiter and larger. The unabashedly powerful aura makes the angels behind him The five angels were overshadowed.

A true two-winged angel, a domain-level master! !

Even though he was prepared in his heart and even expected that the four-winged angels would come to join in the fun, when a real two-winged angel and a domain-level master appeared in front of him, he still couldn't help but be shocked. This was what he had done since he came to Diablo. The strongest master I have ever seen.

What? Old man Gallon? Maybe he was better than the two-winged angel in front of him, but the old man who rolled up his trousers and exposed his leg hair while eating, even if his true identity was God, would not shock or intimidate people even a little bit in terms of power and momentum.

Feeling the huge momentum exuded by a true field-level master, I almost forgot about my identity as a player and the fact that I would ask Carlos to fight later. It took a while before I came back to my senses, and my heated mind gradually calmed down.

These six angels landed on the ring. At this time, even a fool might come out. They are here as the referees of this final.

The arrival of the two-winged angels was probably a matter of necessity. In the semi-finals, during the battle between Carlos and Seattle, the angel referee, who was a quasi-two-winged angel, could no longer cover the scene. People like the angels who pay attention to face and kung fu Race, it is natural to send a two-winged angel as the referee in the finals.

But isn't the lineup of one second winger and five quasi-second wingers a bit too exaggerated?

"Didn't Akara tell you that the four-winged angel might also come?"

I turned my head and asked the other elders. The old drunkard next to me was indeed an old man. When the angel came just now, everyone was stunned, and she was the only one picking her nose.

"I'm just saying it's possible. Do you think the four-winged angels are just street vendors? The entire angel clan can count them on five fingers. It's natural for these big shots who have so many things to do, even if they can't spare time."

The old drunkard rolled his eyes at me.

"Then who is the important guest received by Akara?" I couldn't help but feel even more confused.

"who knows!!"

The answer was still the old drunkard's blank stare. I guess I asked the wrong question. This guy is known as the camp's third-party supervisor, and he probably knows less about the inside story than I, the errand boy.

"My name is Ericl, the angel of power Ericl, the commander of the 12th brigade under the command of the four-winged angel Remiel. I feel honored to be the referee of this final."

The two-winged angel named Ericl spoke word for word in a slow and solemn tone. His eyes with golden pupils slightly scanned around the ring and met the eyes of the adventurers. All the adventurers who came into contact with his eyes, They all felt that golden gaze coming straight through, and a solemn and peaceful warmth flowing from their eyes.

The angels can survive for so long, so they naturally have a set of rules for getting along with each other. In those third-rate novels, the angels in those third-rate novels always act like roosters and look down on "lowly humans". I really don't know their lifespans of tens of thousands of years. Did they all survive the dog?

The hierarchy of angels is very strict. From bottom to top, there are ordinary [angels] without wings, [archangels] at the quasi-two-winged level, [powerful angels] at the two-winged level, and [angels] at the quasi-four-winged level. [Power Angel], the four-winged [Power Angel], the quasi-six-winged level [Master Angel], and the six-winged level, which is now the number one master of the Angel Clan, Michael, the leader of the Angel Clan, is [Seat Angel】.

It is said that before the Doomsday War, when the angel clan was at its most prosperous, the quasi-four-winged class, that is, the level below [powerful angel], angels, archangels, and powerful angels were just lower-level cannon fodder.

As for the six-winged [Seat Angels] and below, the Power Angels, Power Angels, and Lord Angels are just the main force of the middle and third levels.

Only angels and above are the real trump cards. Angels above and above, there are Cherubim and Seraphim, corresponding to eight-winged angels and ten-winged angels respectively. However, these guys have long been killed in the doomsday battle, well Well, that's a really good thing for us humans.

However, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even the declining Angel Clan is far beyond the reach of our Adventurer Alliance. Ericl's strength is at the second-wing level, and his identity is the captain of a group. Usually a group There are 100-2000 soldiers, and there are several quasi-second-wing squad captains under them. Above the captain, there is the quasi-four-wing commander, who usually leads more than a dozen captains, and above that are the five angel clan commanders. There are four-winged angels that can be counted on one finger, and all of them are ruled by the seraphim Michael.

Don't count on the above, the Angel Clan only needs to send a large team to sweep the entire Adventurer Alliance of the First and Second Worlds.

"Now, I would like to invite the two contestants from this final, Druid Wu Fan and Paladin Carlos, to appear."

As I was thinking, Ericl's slow and solemn tone sounded again in the ring.