Diablo Destruction

...This battle has always been watched by the two demon kings.

The earth-shattering battle was probably no more than a child's fight to these two, but it was obvious that one of the demon kings had a lot of resentment towards this child's fight.

"Sister Belial!"

The real queen of Rogge Grassland, the great demon king Andariel who controls countless monsters, emphasized his tone and complained dissatisfiedly to a butterfly loli next to him.

"Is something wrong?" This butterfly loli has made the whole hell fearful. Her reputation is far higher than Andariel's, the great demon Belial. At this time, she blinked her watery innocent eyes, her face filled with tears. Playing dumb.

"What on earth is going on?" Andalil took a deep breath and asked, suppressing his violent temper.

Belial pondered for a long time, then looked into the distance with vicissitudes of life, and sighed: "Life is wonderful because of its changes."

These words, this tone, and this expression were as artificial as a third-rate advertising line, and Andalil naturally couldn't agree with it.

"Sister Belial, please be serious, we are facing an increasingly mature enemy." She tried to persuade her eldest sister with serious words to make her realize the seriousness of the matter.

"I've always been serious."

"Stop lying and listen to me. Add some more offensive power and we won't be where we are now." Andalil pointed at the dilapidated battlefield in front of him.

"But in that case, the Angel Clan will not just sit idly by and ignore it. I am working very hard to control this limit." Belial said, wagging his cute little finger.

For example, if Hell's troop strength is 10. Then the angel clan will also send 10 troops. Once the hell force increases to 20, the angel clan will also reinforce to 20, so how to control the force at the critical point of 19 is a very deep knowledge, because only the four demon kings The strength is still unable to shake the entire angel clan.

Belial is able to firmly grasp the psychology and bottom line of the angel clan, and can control the troop strength at 19, 29, 39 and other bottom lines every time, which puts the greatest pressure on Rogge's camp. It cannot be said that she is not serious about her work. live.

"Although I can't deny your plan, sister, why did the result turn out like this?" Andalil asked unable to let go.

"Xiao An'er, I'm not omnipotent, and I couldn't have predicted this situation. I didn't expect that our great enemy would act in such a crazy way that others would die. Fortunately, we have made progress again and improved. Strength, this is God's preference and protection for him. You can't blame me." Belial looked at his sister with a little aggrieved.

"I think sister, you have no intention of dealing with him at all, and the same goes for your clone last time." Andalil didn't believe it. This talented and intelligent eldest sister once played tricks on the three demon gods in the palm of her hand. , will make mistakes repeatedly in the hands of a little human being.

"Protest, little An'er, I want to protest!" Upon hearing this, Beryl raised his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Didn't I go through a lot of trouble to gain power in the last clone? This time, in order to prevent the enemy from realizing more power, I also made your little toy go crazy and explode. If you are lucky, you might be able to kill the enemy. , no matter how bad it is, it can cause certain damage to the alliance, how can Xiao An'er say that I have no intentions? I didn't expect you to treat me like this, it really makes me sad, sister."

As he spoke, he covered his face and sat down on the ground in a serious manner, squeezing out two tears of grievance from the corners of his eyes. They were gone with a wipe of his white and pink hands.

"I understand. It's my fault. I misunderstood you, Sister Beryl."

Seeing Belial like this, Andariel was helpless. In terms of eloquence, even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn't beat Belial.

"This is right." Belial immediately stood up and said with a bright and bright smile.

"However, I still don't understand one thing. Although that disobedient piece of trash is a bit useless, it is still a demon king after all, and it still has some use value. Why would my sister give up so easily? If this is the case, why did she have to work so hard in the first place? Make it." Andalil asked curiously.

It was not easy to create this demon king-level waste skeleton. Even if it was Belial, it took a lot of effort, and in retrospect, it took a lot of trouble to do some unnecessary things.

Andariel recalled a certain experience ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the Hell Clan unexpectedly captured a large area of ​​the Dark Continent. Of course, the most important ones were the territories of humans and some weak races. For the rest, such as the Elf Clan, it was still a bit difficult to fight on multiple fronts. As for the Mermaid Clan in the deep sea, let’s not talk about it for now. Speaking of being disadvantaged at home, even the strength of the Mermaid King can easily extinguish the ambition of the strength of hell.

Humans were chosen because this race had a bad reputation in the Dark Continent at that time. For example, the elves and dwarves did not come to help. I have to say that this was a good move.

Under the leadership of the three demon gods and the seven demon kings, the focused attack achieved great results. Although humans at that time were decadent, there were still many good players. For example, this skeleton was a member of the Holy See of Humanity during his lifetime. One of the legion commanders was quite powerful. He used the human sea tactic and laid siege for several days and nights. The corpses of his men piled up into a hill before he was exhausted.

Then, her eldest sister, Beryl, did a few things that left her quite confused.

First, he imprisoned his soul, and then forcibly extracted the opponent's bones.

Yes, it was forceful, peeling off the opponent's skin and flesh, and taking out the entire skeleton with blood dripping while continuing the opponent's life and retaining the sense of pain. The level of cruelty was shocking even to Andariel. At that time Belial, who did such a thing with a pure smile, still made her recall it. There was still a chill.

That's all. This kind of torture can be regarded as punishment for the other party who massacred many of his subordinates. But then, Belial did a few more puzzling things.

She used another set of bones to replace the flesh and blood that had lost its support. The soul of the legion commander was imprisoned inside, and her daughter who turned into a ghost was sealed under the cathedral.

And the bones that had lost their souls were extracted and made into the useless skeleton that they are today.

If you just want to create a powerful subordinate, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly use the legion commander's body and soul to refine it together? Excellent flesh and blood, excellent soul. Coupled with the excellent skeleton extracted, if all of this is retained and the same effort is put into it, an undead monster with the same skills, wisdom, and superior strength can be created in time. It might even be able to fill the vacancies left by the other three demon kings who died in the first place.

They were seven demon kings back then, not the four demon kings they are now.

Why do you have to beat around the bush and do unnecessary and thankless things? Andalil felt that Belial must have some deep meaning and calculation. I didn't think much about it, but now that I saw that she let the skeleton explode so simply, I couldn't help but ask.

"Logically speaking, I extracted his bones and sealed his soul in the cathedral. This skeleton should not have any remaining soul or consciousness, right, Xiao An'er?"

Belial held his little hands behind his back and gently flapped his beautiful butterfly wings. With an innocent and childish smile on his face, he asked the question in reply.

"Of course, why do you ask such a question?" Andalil looked at the other party in confusion.

"But, don't you think it's strange?" Beryl seemed to be waiting for her words, and he said excitedly as he perked up.

"Don't you think the behavior of our little toy is strange? If there really is no soul or consciousness of any living person left inside, why would he wait and watch, and then let the opponent come over on the battlefield?"

"This..." Andalil opened his mouth.

"So, this is a good experimental result, that is - some things, even if the soul is lost, will be engraved in the bones, little An'er, what do you think?"

When Andalil heard these words, his pupils suddenly condensed and he stared at the other party: "Sister Belial, are you deliberately making me angry?"

"Oops, of course not, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence. Although I planned it this way at the beginning, there were too many variables. I didn't expect that the script actually happened as I wanted. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and I almost forgot. There is such a thing.”

Seeing that his grumpy sister was aroused, Beryl quickly showed a smile that was begging for mercy, and then turned his gaze back to the battlefield, revealing his intoxicated eyes.

"Whether it's the daughter who sang hymns for thousands of years in order to redeem her father under the church, or the father who engraved his daughter's feelings and commitment into his bones, they are all so touching. This is the best performance in recent years. material.”

"Are you wasting your energy or even planning to wait for tens of thousands of years just for such useless materials?" Andalil couldn't help but roared angrily.

"Of course it's worth it." Looking at the furious Andariel, Belial smiled indifferently, his eyes a little deep.

"Xiao An'er, you are still young and don't understand the loneliness that time brings. For me, a good script and a true feeling that touches my heart are far more important than conquering this world."

As if he wanted to embrace the entire Dark Continent, Belial opened his small hands, his eyes intoxicated and crazy.

"I want to turn this place into my stage, where I can get the materials I want and perform the scripts I made. My power, illusion and real interpretation, was born for this purpose. I want more. More emotions can make up for the emptiness of the passage of time. Human beings, creatures with rich emotions, are the best raw materials."

"My sister has always created only tragic feelings." Andalil looked at the other party deeply.

"That's because tragedies are often more profound, more touching, and have a longer aftertaste than comedies. Tragedies produce more emotions, sadness, anger, hatred, fear, and can make people fall or become stronger, thus producing more unpredictable script materials. It makes me feel more entertained, comedy... is too bland and boring."

Belial smiled faintly, as if he was discussing how to put the building blocks in front of him together, without any emotion in the depths of his eyes.

"I can't understand my sister's thoughts. I don't intend to. I have my goal, which is to occupy the Dark Continent. Let humans become slaves of our hell clan. If my sister doesn't plan to help, I won't force it. I will do it in the future Act on your own ideas.”

Having no way to deal with his sister who had such different ideas, Andalil sighed and said seriously.

"That's right. Little An'er hates humans very much." Beryl pursed her lips and smiled softly.

"Don't worry, our purposes actually don't conflict, right?"

"But I can't be like my sister, who plans for thousands of years for a small thing. I am impatient." Andalil shook his head.

"Really, the soup will have a richer flavor if it is simmered for a long time."

Belial recently made a stew with great enthusiasm from the projection crystal of a certain idiot demon king, and he enjoyed it so much that he even used the word soup in metaphors.

"I don't like soup." Thinking of this, Andalil rolled his eyes angrily. It's all that idiot Azmodan's fault.

"There's nothing I can do. Since Xiao An'er is so anxious, I'll just reveal a little bit about my next plan..."

As he spoke, Belial flew with butterfly wings. Sitting on Andariel's shoulder, Fu Er whispered to her.

"Really?" After hearing this, Andalil's eyes lit up.

"Why, do you doubt my plan?"

"Of course not. When has there ever been a failure in what Sister Beryl wants to do? If that's the case, I'll wait and see."

I don’t know what the plan was that made Andariel suddenly turn from cloudy to sunny and smile.

"Without further ado, I'm going to prepare now."

With that said, she couldn't even wait for Belial to speak, so she turned and left, and her huge body disappeared into the void.

"You are so impatient. The plan is not now, it will take some time to brew." Seeing his sister like this, Beryl shook his head.

The soup needs to be simmered for a long time before it gets the flavor. Now is not the time to open the lid.

She chuckled softly and said to herself.

Sure enough, one person's script is still boring and needs a few more assistants. Isn't there a human saying that says this? A Three Gangs of Men, although a bit vulgar, is a very appropriate metaphor.

but……

I originally thought that this time the script material contained coincidences or even miracles, which was enough to make me happy, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that I found something even more interesting.

Belial's clear eyes cast into the distance, passing through spaces. The scenery reflected in those pupils was constantly changing.

Finally, the scene was fixed on the top of the mage tower of the Mage Guild in Rogge Camp.

The face of a girl clearly occupied the center of her pupils.

After watching for a long time, she murmured softly.

It turns out that you are here...

Another "I".

"Who?!" As if I had some terrible nightmare, I woke up and jumped out of bed.

Then, he lay down again in the embarrassed posture of a vicious dog pouncing on his feces.

It hurts, hurts, hurts! ! !

This was not the first time I had experienced this kind of pain that felt like my whole body was falling apart. It was the sequelae of a complete rage. I was lucky to be able to wake up.

My eyes widened as I recalled everything that had happened before. Now, my whole body ached and I didn't want to move anywhere except my eyes.

"Brother Wu, are you awake?" What came into view was Linya with a gentle face. She bounced my body up and lay down again, and covered me with the quilt again.

"Don't move for now. Grandma said. Even Brother Wu will have to recuperate for a few more days before he can get out of bed."

"I'm sorry, Linya, for making you worry."

Looking at the marks on the bedside, I knew that during this period of coma, Linya had been waiting and taking care of me... To be continued)! ~!