Diablo Destruction

Where... is this?

He opened his eyes in confusion, and his vision was shrouded in white mist.

This situation has never been familiar to me. It must be that guy from Xianyujian who pulled me in here again without permission to play hide and seek.

Wait, does that mean I didn't die or be possessed by Elias?

Although I don’t know what happened later, whether it was Salted Fish Sword or someone else who saved me, I can put these aside for now. I will know it later or when I wake up. The most important thing is that I am not dead. , this is enough.

I couldn't help but get excited and roared for a while before I calmed down.

No, that guy must be hiding in the fog now, secretly watching me lose my temper when I get excited, but I can't let him catch me any more.

I was secretly wary of the conspiracy of the Salted Fish Sword over there, and gradually calmed down from the excitement of resurrection.

It's better to leave this fog first and pull out the teasing sword.

Thinking like this, I tried to take a step forward.

Huh?

Something is wrong, where is my body?

Only then did I realize that in this foggy dream space, I was a void ideology, with no entity at all, let alone taking steps.

It may be difficult to understand this. When I was pulled into the dream by the Salted Fish Sword, it was also an ideology, but this ideology has condensed into an entity, that is to say, it can be alive and kicking in my own dreams.

But now it's like a God's perspective, or to put it more simply, like watching a movie, or peeping on someone else's dream, you can't do anything inside, you can't even make a sound, you can only watch from the perspective of a bystander. This is a dream.

There is something wrong with this pattern. Could it be that the posture when entering the dream is wrong, causing abnormal conditions? What happened to Salted Fish Sword? It couldn't even do this well.

I kept complaining, but there was nothing I could do. Xianyujian didn't know whether he had discovered the situation or not, so he refused to show up. Could it be that he wanted to see my helpless and embarrassed look?

By the way, where is the logout button? Could it be that I accidentally fell into some strange tower game?

After waiting boredly for a while, but there was still no movement, I started to feel uneasy. Something was wrong. If it was a joke, then the Salted Fish Sword should be enough and that would be the end of it.

Could it be that... this was not something that guy did, but another possibility. Maybe I have actually been killed by Elias, and now my soul has gone to heaven or something?

The more I thought about it, the more something went wrong, and it soon went out

This relaxed state of mind began to be taken seriously.

The first thing to do is to clarify the surrounding environment so that you can know exactly where you are. Having said that, it is all a hazy fog, and the onlookers can't move. I can't figure it out. Who knows? Are there zombies slowly approaching behind the camera angle? Who knows if there is a god squatting there and constipating ten meters away.

Although I complained hard, but with the mentality that I would not lose anything anyway, I really started to stare at this fog attentively, as if I could spot a pair of titanium alloys by just staring at it. Dog eyes (with infrared version) can penetrate the fog in front of your eyes and see the constipated old face of God.

As a result, a miracle really happened.

With careful attention, the fog gradually thinned, and the world gradually became clear and came to life.

what on earth is it? I was surprised.

He acted as if this was his own memory fragment. As he recalled it carefully, he gradually remembered that the scene played in front of his eyes was true or false. Is this druid actually capable of such cruelty?

With this new discovery, I gathered my energy even more and began to look at this fog carefully.

Gradually, the surrounding fog began to surge as if it came alive. In the world that originally seemed like a black and white silent movie, in the silence, the slightest sound gradually appeared.

I listened carefully, and it was a subtle, but full of solemn and sacred melody, like the bells of heaven, holy, solemn, majestic, ancient, loud, delicate, and touching, which made people unable to help but shed tears of emotion. , worship.

The fog in front of me seemed to come alive, and the mist with life was also exuding a mysterious smell, as if it wanted to tell me that it was not just a mist.

As I continued to pay close attention and gradually felt the reality and mystery of this fog, for no reason, an idea flashed in my mind, or this piece of information was injected into my mind.

This mist... has the smell of the beginning of creation, and is the oldest and sacred breath that exists in this world...

I:"……"

Are you kidding me? With such a tacky setting, could it be that the battle with Elias consumed too much mental energy, causing strange thoughts to appear in my mind?

What makes me unable to calm down the most is that the solemn and sacred melody that keeps echoing in my ears, and this fog that exudes an ancient atmosphere, have a very familiar feeling.

Although it is an ideology and has no body to speak of, I can feel that, unconsciously, the tear ducts in my eyes are out of control, and my face has become moist.

Where on earth is this place... What am I... No, I am Wu Fan, a time traveler from the earth, the false savior of the Human Alliance in the Dark Continent, and the Druid Wu Fan known as the Elder of the Harem!

I almost lost myself, I broke out in a cold sweat, and I wanted to escape immediately from this world that makes people sink and lose themselves.

However, the strong sense of familiarity that emerged from my soul made me unable to bear my curiosity. I wanted to continue to explore and understand this world thoroughly, so as to relieve the hesitation and uneasiness in my heart. An explanation.

This thought prompted me to keep digging and exploring deeply, as if I was trying to dig out a treasure chest that contained something important buried in the ground bit by bit.

First he dug out a corner of the treasure chest...then the lid...and dug out half of it...until the entire treasure box was dug out.

Taking the last step, I suppressed the fear and anxiety in my heart and resolutely opened the lid.

In an instant, the mist rolled and became thinner, and something could be vaguely seen through it. The solemn and sacred melody in the ears was no longer far and near, misty and uncertain, but seemed to be not far away. A bell tower emanated, so clear and real, so powerful and shocking.

To put it simply, the world in my eyes has completely come to life, and I no longer feel the ethereal illusion of a dream.

In the sparse fog, I vaguely saw a vague black shadow.

I couldn't tell what he looked like, but I could only guess that he was about the size of a child. He was squatting on the ground with his hands on his knees, his head deeply buried in his knees. He looked like he was hiding in a corner after being bullied, excluded, and isolated by his peers. The appearance of a crying child exudes a strong atmosphere of loneliness and pity.

He just squatted there silently, motionless, and did not notice my existence. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep of loneliness. He had been squatting like this for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

This guy is really the strongest squatter in history! I complained like this.

But why does such a child appear here, and what does it mean?

I continued to open my eyes wide and concentrate, trying to see the child clearly through the fog. However, it seemed that the clarity of this strange and mysterious world was the AV quality. That was it, no matter how hard I concentrated. Mentally, the fog in front of my eyes is still so thin, and the ringing in my ears still hasn’t gotten closer and clearer.

After trying various methods and various opening positions, I finally gave up and stared at the blurry figure of a child in the mist. If I could speak, I would have yelled at the person who seemed to be squatting at Wannian's house. The little guy woke up.

After an unknown amount of time, even I was affected by the opposite effect and my eyelids began to swell.

"You are indeed here."

Suddenly, a loud and soft voice sounded, echoing in the world, which almost scared me to the point of peeing.

For example, I was secretly watching an H-animation in the company. At the most exciting moment, I suddenly got excited and accidentally pulled off the headphone cord. As a result, the speaker who had been sealed for a long time was full of fire, and then attracted everyone's attention. I don't know how this feels. Has anyone else tried it? Anyway, it can be used to describe my current state of shock.

Violently...exposed?

I hurriedly wanted to find a cave to hide in, but this damn bystander vision prevented me from even letting out a scream in this world.

Wait, bystander vision? Logically speaking, although I cannot interfere with this world, it is impossible for the other party to discover me. In this case, is it possible that the other party is not talking to me?

I calmed down and thought about it, and sure enough, the voice seemed to be directed at the child in the mist. I saw the child who had been squatting at home for tens of thousands of years, finally slowly raised his head from his knees. Get up and stare blankly ahead.

Didn't answer.

The person who had just spoken also fell silent.

Who is this person? You can't see it clearly, but it has a terrifying sense of existence. When its voice appears for a moment, every inch of the world is filled with its presence, as if...as if in an instant It seems as if it has become a part of its body.

The voice was so loud, majestic, vast, and inclusive. It was impossible to distinguish between male and female, because it had already transcended the category of gender, but seemed to represent the greatness of everything in the world, heaven and earth, life and death, eternity and destruction. .

How could such a person exist? Where did I end up?

I feel as if I have traveled to the Jurassic Period and seen the Tyrannosaurus Rex, the overlord of this era, and my heart is full of panic.

However, such a scary person didn't seem to notice my existence, which made me feel relieved.

Or is it more likely that this is originally a video or a memory or something like that? Otherwise, I can't believe that someone can exude such a terrifying presence and have such a majestic voice with just a voice. You won't be able to find me, a little bug, spying on its conversation.

All in all, let's just leave it to fate for now.

I calmed down temporarily and continued to look at the figure of the child opposite.

There was silence for a while, and finally the child spoke.

"Can I...ask a question?"

The voice is full of childishness, but it has a sense of loneliness and maturity that is inconsistent with this childishness, and even has a kind of old exhaustion. Similarly, this childish voice is actually the same as the voice just now, full of greatness. breath.

Could such a little brat, who has been living at home for ten thousand years, be a terrifyingly powerful person? I was startled again, because I had been very impolite and stared at it just now. If I were discovered, I would probably be smashed into pieces immediately.

The other voice fell silent, seeming to acquiesce to the child's question.

"Why was I created?" the child asked with a confused tone.

Although I really want to complain about this issue, I am full of secondary feelings, but you can honestly ask why you gave birth to me, why do you have to use it?

This word, but the intense loneliness contained in the sound, left me speechless.

And for some reason, it seemed to have touched my soul and created a strong resonance.

Why was I created?

No, no, no, I can't be influenced by this guy and become a middle-class guy.

After reacting, I quickly shook my head to wipe out the resonance in my heart, and broke into a cold sweat.

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