Diablo Destruction

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I don’t know what kind of character Twin Tails is towards strangers. If we are friends, he is quite loyal. Underneath the gentle demeanor of a gentleman, there is a deep desire to save face. Of course, , will not admit it with his mouth, and will always put on a face of being forced and helpless. The world calls this attribute tsundere.

So in my opinion, it should be no problem to let it do this small favor. You are a super strong man in the realm of transcendence. How can you still lose a hair after being hit by a cannon from the trebuchet lord of hell?

At most it's just a bald tail... right?

As a result, this guy with two tails seemed to have suffered some great grievance. First his face turned black, then turned red, and finally turned purple. He ran away without saying a word!

It actually ran away!

I looked at the place where it disappeared with a confused face. The sudden movement of the two tails was one of the ten most confusing behaviors I encountered since time travel.

Being so disrespectful and with the group of seniors behind me still watching, my prestige as the Demon King was gone.

With broken thoughts in his heart, he glanced back secretly. The old people seemed to be still shocked by the majestic body of the Hell Trebuchet Lord, and did not notice this scene. Very good, the prestige of the Demon King was back.

I left and I came again.

Otherwise... I, the boss, can only do it myself?

No, no, it's too embarrassing. Since I was promoted to the four-wing realm, I have never bullied the strong ones below the fourth wing like this. The targets of the battle are all the four-like demons, the boss Wu Geer, the abyss demon, the evil one. Longlena, Vilas, Sarah, Linya, Dia, my king, the little fox, the little ghost and so on.

I can't win against these high-end players even when the little fox gets mad. Even after losing, I have to bear the weight of DUBUFF that is getting thinner. It's scary and terrifying.

No way, I won't go on the field in person. I will never be able to go on the field in person. I can only let the Hell Trebuchet perform a one-man show.

"Ahem!" I coughed lightly to wake up the old man who had lost his knees and chin.

"4...that 6, whatever it means, show me your strongest attack."

"The Six-Pathed Winged Cannon of Death, right?" Akara suddenly realized that it was too difficult for me, the Great Elder, to be a great elder.

"Ahem, yes, yes, that's what happened."

I tilted my head, hey, is that your name? Is that really what it's called? It seems pretty good. Is this the name I chose? It is indeed my duck, and the name of the named emperor is worthy of his reputation.

Following my command, the nine throwing arms of the Hell Trebuchet Lord slowly lifted up. The heart-like base began to beat violently at high frequencies, emitting terrifying fluctuations like thunderous war drums. Under the base, A large amount of donated blood seeped out, rushing down from the top of the mountain like a waterfall, instantly saturating the entire mountain. Those blood vessels spread along the blood river, connecting thousands of trebuchets together.

In just a few dizzying seconds, the Hell Trebuchet Lord transformed all his subordinates and even the entire mountain into a whole, an even more terrifying sky-lifting cannon, with nine projecting arms gathered together, condensing. A ball of elemental shells with a diameter of several kilometers, fused with frost, fire, thunder and poison, was released, ready to go.

That devastating power can be felt hundreds of miles away, let alone us standing at our feet.

I don’t know what the senior group’s reaction was. Anyway, I swallowed hard.

No wonder... no wonder Two Tails gave in. Just seeing this bluffing power made even me weigh and weigh whether I could take it safely.

Speaking of which, how did Twin Tails know?

Looking back, I saw that the senior group was even more calm than me. They were shocked, but the expression on their faces was determined, "This is how powerful and powerful it should be."

It's so confusing. When did they know the hell trebuchet better than me?

"Is this... going to be a problem?" Seeing that the noise was getting bigger and bigger, Akara took a step forward and whispered to me in a worried voice. The implication was, otherwise...

A quick fix? End as soon as possible?

That's right, it's time to end it soon. Don't talk about my women's clothing... I'm used to keeping a low profile and can't adapt to this high-end and classy pretentious style. Even the elderly group can't let them be shocked and shocked again and again. Keep doing this Come on, it's time for them to go to work in the UC department.

But where should it be launched?

I greatly underestimated the Hell Trebuchet Lord, and fell into hard thinking. Originally, I wanted to fire it at will, as long as it didn't hit my own people. With a radius of ten miles, it would be great fun if any of the Demon King's troops were training nearby.

Or... throw yourself into the land of bones?

I seemed to sense the resentment coming from Brother Skeleton Dragon. Forget it, think of it as a last resort, and then think about what better place to go.

correct!

I clapped my hands and realized there was a more suitable place.

I moved the hell trebuchets to their original home. The empty home was a good target.

"Hey, just go to your old territory." I said.

The people around him, including Akara, were all confused when they heard this. You let the hell trebuchet blow up your hometown? What a clever little guy.

The key point is that the hell trebuchets seem to be quite powerful. The old people don't know that what they are best at is blowing up their own hometowns. Look at their original territory, which is as cratered as the moon.

Another problem is that the original territory of the Hell Trebuchet is separated from here by a land of bones and a small piece of Hell Mountain, so the range is not enough.

No problem, I asked the hell trebuchet to throw it with confidence and boldly. If the direction is right, it will be fine.

So the hell trebuchet really launched, and the elemental cannonball with a diameter of several kilometers flew out in a high parabola, and if nothing else happened, it would fall into the land of bones.

As luck would have it, this happened to me.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and the next second, the thousand-foot-long COSPLAY bear appeared in mid-air, facing the elemental ball that was larger than itself, with its seemingly clumsy and bloated limbs hanging upside down from a golden hook, let's go!

The originally parabolic elemental cannonball turned into a straight line and roared away with one kick.

After transforming back into my original body and returning to the original place, I raised my hands to cover my eyebrows and watched as the elemental cannonballs flew away and disappeared into the horizon, and then...

BOOM——————————————————! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The power of the explosion cannot be expressed in words, only with a few more dashes and exclamation points.

However, the position is a bit off, as if I accidentally kicked it far and jumped over the territory of the Hell Trebuchet.

What is further away? I remember it is the Blackstone Territory, the territory of the Stoneman Lord. Oh, don’t worry about it. Hell Trebuchet and the Stoneman Lord are neighbors who don’t have a good relationship. They usually stand within each other’s shooting range. Besides, I'll throw a ball at you, and you throw me a stone, just for fun.

It’s similar to two dogs growling at each other through an iron gate where a cow can slip through.

"I don't know if you all like this little surprise. The dust from the explosion will soon spread here. Let's go back as soon as possible." Looking at the petrified old man, I nodded with satisfaction, feeling that it was completed. He accepted the task given by the boss of Akara, even a little beyond the standard.

Right.

Akara smiled and made a rude gesture towards me who was asking for credit.

O**K!

As we all know, the highest score and the lowest score must be eliminated when scoring competition events.

On the way back, nothing happened again. The group of elderly people walked behind silently, exchanging glances with each other, flashing swords and flashing eyebrows. They were very mysterious, and they didn't know what they were discussing or arguing about.

This is not something I have to worry about. I walked side by side with Akara and chatted casually about recent events. Speaking of which, when I was in Rogge Camp, I met Akara walking from time to time, and then we walked and chatted for a while. Relax, since opening the Hell dungeon, there is no such time and opportunity at all. It makes people sigh and lament that time flies by and the past is gone.

I'm probably a full-blown savior.

"What are your thoughts and plans next?" When chatting with the elderly, it is always inevitable to talk about the future, and Akara is no exception.

I scratched my head in distress: "The improvement in strength now is not as obvious as before."

Damn it, you already have four wings and you still want to rocket up like before? I’m afraid I will become God in another twenty years, right?

I seemed to feel the complaints behind me, and looked back in confusion, only to find that the elderly group was still making eye contact, as if they had not heard the conversation between Akara and I, and were not afraid of eyeball cramps.

"In terms of skills and moves, we have also entered a bottleneck period." I turned around and continued to complain.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Compared with the Seven Giants, the biggest disadvantage is that the time is too short. If I can practice steadily for ten thousand years, I am afraid there will be nothing wrong with hell."

"Grandma Akara, you're so honored. I might as well live for 10,000 years." I smiled modestly and shyly.

"Actually, just give me another ten years."

Akara: "???"

"It's a shame it's less than a year away."

"What are you going to do? How about I put on this old face and ask Lord Tyrell again to see if I can help?"

"I have just been to the Angel Clan, and Sir Tyrell has no secrets. It is not easy to improve the four wings. I am afraid that Sir cannot be of much help."

I shook my head and said, "So, I want to go to Dragon Paradise again to see if I can find a new way."

"As long as you know what you're doing, I'm getting old and your strength has reached a level that no one can imagine. I can no longer help you in this regard. The rest of the journey is entirely up to you." Kara sighed, feeling quite relieved to see the baby bird turn into an eagle and spread its wings.

The group of elderly people behind him had a different feeling after hearing this.

EXO? Dragon Paradise? !

When we posted low-priced three-day tours to Southeast Asia in our circle of friends and were locked in a store and forced to eat a hundred durians before we could leave, were you already thinking about returning to the hometown of M78 Nebula? !

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