Diablo Destruction

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There was a moment of silence, and we all had reservations about leaving messages.

After all, you can't just say it's the Demon King at the end of a message, it must be the Demon King himself. You have to have real evidence in everything and catch him in bed. Otherwise, if someone says he's Ultraman, you'll just believe it. Only three minutes to play.

Of course, if it is true, there will be so many flaws that even I, the little prince of complaints, can’t tell which one is more important.

Choosing one of the two forked roads, even if there was no warning message from the Demon King, this was the only way left to go. As expected, there were no traps on the road, but similar incidents soon occurred again.

Be careful, there is a cliff ahead - the devil!

No, where did the cliff come from inside the pyramid? Have you played too much in Shenhai?

"What should I do?" Even though her trust level had dropped sharply, Princess Loli still looked at me.

"Uh..." I thought carefully for a moment, but the conspiracy theory in my mind still couldn't be eliminated.

"The Demon King is our enemy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you willing to believe what the enemy says?"

"It depends."

Oops, you are an absolutely rational party, just pretend I didn’t say that.

"I think I still can't believe it. We can give it a try. Even if it's true, the cliff is no better than the rolling stone just now. As long as we stay vigilant, find it in time, can we turn around and go back?"

"That makes sense."

Princess Loli suddenly clapped her hands, and the little doll seemed to have forgotten the strange mood just now, and reluctantly praised me, saying that I am indeed Mr. Monkey with rich adventure experience.

So we just kept going, and sure enough, not long after walking, the passage ahead seemed to have been wiped off the map, leaving only a bottomless black abyss up, down, left, and right.

"It seems that we really have no choice but to turn around." At this time, I still maintained an optimistic attitude, but as soon as I turned around, my smile gradually solidified.

The escape route behind him was blocked by a wall at some point, and it looked like it was a dead end.

And is it an illusion? The wall is pushing forward, it is still pushing forward!

There was no way to retreat. The moment I fell off the cliff, I clapped my hands and suddenly realized: "I was careless. The trap here is really not that simple."

The little doll was also doing free-falling movements, its eyes were particularly penetrating, and the Loli princess, who was holding her skirt tightly and showing a bit of elegance even as she fell, also closed her eyes in disappointment.

Trust↓↓↓

There was a flash of white light and we were back at the entrance again.

Facing the most serious crisis of trust since I entered the dream world, I had to correct my mentality, temporarily abandon my suspicion, and analyze the so-called message from the devil from an objective perspective.

However, even if analyzed from an objective perspective, it is completely untenable. What do you think the devil is trying to do?

To guide us to find it as soon as possible so as to kick off the final battle?

Then why didn't it wait for us at the entrance of the pyramid from the beginning, take off its pants and fart for fun?

"Fanfan, Fanfan, look at those words carefully!" Tia seemed to have discovered something, and urged me to get closer and take a look.

"Huh? What's the matter? Is there anything wrong with these words?" I followed the instructions and stepped forward, eager to put the eye mask on the words, but I didn't find anything.

Oh, I can’t say that I haven’t noticed it at all, that is, the writing is ugly and crooked, not much better than illiterate. Is it possible that the recent Demon King has become more and more perfunctory, and it can be played by any monkey?

"No, it's the color of these words."

"It's bright red. I'm not color blind. What's the problem? Don't those demon kings like to play this trick? They use some bloody effects in an attempt to create a terrifying atmosphere, thinking they can scare the enemy."

"Rather than saying that the other party wanted to create the effect of dripping blood, it's better to say that it was originally dripping with blood, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, these traps were not created by the devil himself, right?"

"Yes, didn't Athena say that this is a test left by her ancestors? How could it be created by the Demon King himself?"

"In other words, the Demon King is also an outsider to the ancient tomb, right."

"Isn't this obvious?"

"In other words, even if the opponent is the Demon King, he must avoid the traps here and sneak in all the way."

"Listen to what you said..." Tia's well-founded analysis gradually helped me find my blind spot. Following this line of thought and taking a closer look, I saw something different.

The bloody words and strokes on the wall give people the impression that they are not so much meant to create an atmosphere of terror and shock those who come after them, but rather as blood letters left by a seriously injured person with trembling fingers!

Then I understood: "The bloody reminder on the wall is not the devil's deliberate guidance, nor is it an attempt to interfere with our conspiracy, but..."

"The real tragic experience of the devil on his way down!"

Tia nodded, subconsciously wiped the corners of her wet eyes, and suddenly realized that perhaps the most miserable demon king of this generation was about to come online.

Isn't this too ridiculous? !

However, it seems that Tia's explanation is the only one that holds up so far.

I had no choice but to tell the little doll and the Loli princess exactly what Tia had inferred, with the mentality of being scolded.

As a result, I received two admiring looks.

Trust ↑↑↑↑↑

"No, do you accept this statement so easily?"

I can't believe that even a brainstorming teacher like me is hesitant and only accepts it when there is no other choice. Why do you think so? !

"Why not? Princess Loli tilted her head and looked at me in confusion. She didn't know which switch was touched, and her soft tone gradually became high-pitched.

"Actually, I've always wanted to say that some knight novels are really poorly written in order to advance the plot."

She clenched her little hands in excitement and slammed the table hard, making a slight bang.

"For example, the protagonist finally found the location of the treasure through broken clues and through many fogs. Then the treasure place was also full of traps that could lead to death. After going through hardships, he finally found the treasure. The result!"

He took a sip of water and hammered three times hard: "As a result, the enemy quietly followed behind him and found the treasure place effortlessly. It didn't matter. Facing the treasure place's nine-death trap, he was able to Follow him all the way to the finish line unscathed, just to have the final decisive battle with the protagonist here!"

"What's more, you can even arrive first, carry a siege crossbow on your back, carry a trebuchet on your shoulder, pedal a train cannon, jump over many traps, and appear in advance of the protagonist to ambush at the treasure point. Do you think this is reasonable? ?Is this reasonable?!”

"Unreasonable, unreasonable." Facing the excited Loli Princess, the first thing I have to consider is not whether the plot is reasonable, but whether she will die suddenly.

"So what's wrong with the Demon King falling into a trap?!"

"Nothing wrong, nothing wrong."

"The devil is also a human being! The devil is also free to fall into traps!"

"It's people, it's people, it's freedom, it's freedom."

"Sorry, I'm rude... ugh~~~"

Suddenly he realized that he had one foot on the table and one hand raised his fist, just holding a flag high could transform into the Loli Princess of Joan of Arc. He slowly squatted down and covered his face, feeling extremely shy.

"All in all, this must be a warning from the devil." Princess Loli exited, and the little doll then appeared on the stage, finalizing the decision.

"I understand the truth, but why does the devil want to warn us?"

"Probably..." The little doll tilted his head, thought hard, and came to a conclusion that left me speechless.

"Probably, this is a kind-hearted devil."

Don't wait until the end. The devil is the good guy, and we brave men are the evil ones who burn, kill, and loot the kind and innocent people who work hard and are willing to help others. Such a reversal, although this routine has been used a lot recently, but as a The person involved cannot accept it psychologically and physically.

After tentatively confirming that the warning on the wall was not a conspiracy, the rest of the way went much smoother for us. Sure enough, if we followed the warning, we could successfully avoid traps and find the right path. There were even some insidious mechanisms that hid the correct path. If not We may have to wander around for days and step through hundreds of traps before we can figure out the reminder left by the devil: "There is a hidden road ahead."

This also proves how many times the Demon King was trapped by traps before he found the right path and left these warnings. I am afraid that the entire pyramid has been stained with his blood.

not only that.

When I came to a fork in the road, I could no longer hold back, and tears of bitter sympathy flowed out.

One, two, three, four, five...a total of eight forks.

Seven of the forks have warnings from the devil. Obviously, the fork without warning is the correct passage. We have encountered similar situations many times along the way, but this time there are the most forks.

So the question is, all trap passages have warnings, and even indicate what kind of trap they are. What does this mean, my comrades!

This means that the devil has stepped on all seven traps!

We can even tell the order in which the devil stepped on the traps from the blood writing on the wall.

Look at the third channel. The font is smaller and the strokes are thinner. It looks like it should be the handwriting left by trickling blood. The injury is not serious. It should be the first choice made by the devil.

The further back you go, the bigger the blood characters are, the thicker the strokes, and the greater the amount of bleeding!

When it comes to the seventh one, the word "blood" is like a mouth full of blood suddenly sprayed up, and it is like holding a huge brush as high as a person and swaying it out. It is so majestic that it hurts just looking at it. .

——With this amount of bleeding, I’m afraid even the blood in the capillaries has been drained, right?

So, here comes the question again. There are eight forks in the road, one-eighth of the correct rate, and the result is that the wrong choice is made seven times. What is the probability of this happening?

For me, a math emperor, this is a simple question, but for a human being who still has some sympathy, this is a difficult question that is unwilling to touch.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the same is true for the forks in the road ahead. Four of the five forks in the road will definitely leave warnings, and three of the four forks in the road will definitely leave warnings. Without exception, it is like Feini is possessed, the savior. Exclaimed invincible.

"Mr. Monkey." Even the little doll who couldn't shed tears pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, tugged on my sleeves, and said to me in a choked voice.

"When you meet the Demon King later, please stop bullying it, okay? It's already pitiful enough."

This request, which should have been full of tricks, was immediately recognized by me and I nodded vigorously.

Because the devil is too difficult.

The test of the eight forks in front of you seems to be the last one. Follow the warning of the devil and enter the correct fork. From there, there is a straight downward path. There are no more twists and turns. The road becomes wider and wider as you go, and the space becomes larger. It is completely a straight path. The deputy is about to arrive at the BOSS room, and the only thing left is a save point.

Finally, we came to an empty hall. In the deepest part of the hall, stood an exaggerated huge stone door that was tens of meters high and a hundred meters wide.

In front of the gate, a figure stood, seemingly blocked by this stone door that was too big to have any friends.

Listening to the footsteps behind it, it turned around slowly and eerily. The windless automatic cloak and the dark face under the hat gave it a final feeling of being a boss.

When it raised its head and revealed its true appearance, I couldn't help but exclaimed at that familiar face.

"Ben Zina!"

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