Diablo Destruction

"What's wrong? Where is the enthusiasm at the beginning? Are you timid? Are you scared? Hahaha——"

Seeing me meditating silently, Gamorro seemed very happy. Originally, he was not satisfied with this task. Constraining his own power and coming to the fragile first world was too much for him, the two-winged king Balog. It's boring, but this is His Highness Diavolo's order, and he can't say no at all.

But I didn't expect to encounter such an opponent here. Although most of his power was sealed, so that he was restrained and couldn't use his most proud domain power, but such an opponent was evenly matched with him in terms of strength and skills. Opponents with vastly different experiences made his blood boil again. Gamorro, no, it should be said that all Balogs, and even most hell creatures, have a bad habit. They like to torture their enemies and watch their enemies suffer. Self-confidence becomes heavy, depressed, scared, until fear and despair. This is definitely the highest enjoyment for many hell clans.

But the Hell clan are not fools. Facing an enemy with similar strength to oneself, torturing the enemy is definitely a high-risk thing. The enemy's desperate counterattack will often cause those with the upper hand to suffer a big loss, or even die together. , and enemies whose strength is too much lower than theirs are not interesting to torture. It is like slowly squeezing a mosquito to death. If you play too much, you will get bored.

But now in front of Gamorro, there is an opponent with equal strength, but as long as he wants, he can kill him at any time without worrying about the opponent's counterattack. If Gamorro is compared to a pervert, what he sees in front of him is an opponent who has been stripped naked. How could a tied-up beautiful woman make him unhappy?

While completing the task, he decided to enjoy it first.

"Are you so anxious to go back and lick Diavolo's ass? Then I will make it happen for you."

Roaring angrily, I took the lead and rushed towards Gamolo, with my right hand fanning out. It brought up an overwhelming flame and threw it towards him. The huge sharp claws wrapped in the flames brought out several white sharp lights. Even if it was as strong as Gamolo, it would definitely be bruised if it was rubbed.

"Huh, good time."

Gamorro, who was so angry at my words, raised his green fangs and snorted coldly. To him, the opponent's monotonous attack was like a child hitting him with a heavy hammer. Although the damage was great, it was absolutely impossible for him to touch even a hair of his own hair unless he couldn't think about it.

Seeing that the sharp claws were close at hand, he turned his body slightly, and his body of more than ten meters made an extremely precise angle deviation. The claws immediately passed by his chest by a hair's breadth, and he dodged with the smallest movement, giving him more space to fight back. With a cruel smile on his face, the dark red sword in his hand gently flicked deliver. The tip of the knife reached the chest of the man who was rushing towards him. It looked as if the other party couldn't think of it and hit him with the knife in a suicidal manner.

"Huh--?"

He let out a small exclamation as he saw. Originally, he was destined to win a blow, but he actually dodged it when the opponent forced his body to one side. However, the dodging was not perfect. The chest still scraped against the blade, leaving a long line. Long bloodstains, maybe this looks easy. But Gamorro knew that although it was not difficult for such a huge body to react and dodge under such rapid running, it could not be learned immediately. At least, it was not the skill in front of him. His eyes are as childish as those of a baby, and he only knows what a stupid bear who rushes recklessly can master.

Opponents are improving. Like a dry sponge. Of course, while he was teasing him, he was also crazily absorbing his fighting skills.

What a terrifying talent. Even Gamorro himself, if he puts himself in his shoes, doesn't think he can learn as fast as the other person.

Interestingly, he showed an ugly smile, but he was not worried about how the opponent's talent would affect this battle, because the gap between the opponent and himself was not just as simple as skills and experience, but also after thousands of years of experience. Years of accumulation of battles reflect a kind of understanding, a state, and the use of one's own instincts. Even if the opponent has the best talent, it is impossible to learn it without a certain amount of time.

Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, these thoughts only flashed through Gamolo's mind. Then, he found that after the other party dodged his knife, he ducked sideways and bumped his entire shoulder towards him.

Tender hands are tender hands, and attacks made along the body movements are the easiest to be seen through. Gamorro flashed a sarcastic look in his eyes, spread his wings slightly, jumped back with both feet, and avoided the attack at the same time. Already flapping its wings and flying into the air.

"Human, eat a hellfire bomb from me. This is our Barog's signature dish. You have to enjoy it, hahaha——"

Gamolo, who was still in mid-air, chuckled. After finishing speaking, he leaned back his chest, and his muscular chest swelled. After condensing for a while, his throat bulged, and a thick dark red penis as big as a basin appeared. The thick fireball spit out from his mouth and flew towards me in a straight trajectory in the air.

This is formed by the condensation of Balog's signature skill, Hell Fire. Don't look at the fact that the hell tribe is not like job changers. They can master thirty professional skills by level 60. They usually only have two or three, more There are only five or six of them, but after thousands of years of continuous use, these few skills have been used with great proficiency and variety, and are infinitely close to perfection. The other skills derived from them will definitely not be as good as Few people change jobs.

Therefore, despite the vulgar name of this hellfire bomb, the size is only several times larger than the wizard's fireball, but the power and speed contained in it are definitely not comparable to that of a mere fireball. It has the greatest power and the fastest speed. , this is the ultimate pursuit of all adventurers, and obviously, Gamorro has achieved this easily.

When Gamorro said the last words, I seemed to have a premonition of something. Driven by an instinct, I also gathered energy, opened my mouth wide, and used a trick that I temporarily named the Blood Bear Energy Cannon, a lightning flash. A ball of black energy forms in the mouth. Then it gradually condensed and expanded. At the same time as Gamorro's hellfire bullets were sprayed out, the bucket-thick black energy cannon was also fired. What's even more coincidental is that the trajectories of the two energy attacks were on the same straight line.

Although it seems not difficult, if I do it again, I will definitely not be able to do it, let alone accurately position the energy cannon and the opponent's fireball in the same straight line. To counteract that terrifying attack, it was still unknown whether he could react to the opponent's extremely fast fireball. Therefore, one had to lament the power of instinct.

Just when I was feeling somewhat complacent about this extraordinary display of instinct, the dark red light on the opposite side flashed, and before I could react what was going on, my eyes went dark. A burning sensation that penetrated the bone marrow instantly spread all over the body, and the body felt as if it was in the clouds and was knocked flying by a huge impact.

"Boom boom——"

As a violent explosion sounded, a huge magma bud shook violently as if an eight-magnitude earthquake had occurred within a hundred miles. Blooming in the entire explosion center area, the hot molten lava was rushed up to a thousand meters in the air, and then fell like raindrops, ten miles inland. There was an appalling rain of lava, making the already scorched and desolate land even more like a hell on earth.

After the explosion, the place where I originally stood had turned into a small lake. A steady stream of molten lava was flowing in from all directions, quickly filling the entire lake.

"boom--"

There was another loud noise, and lava exploded not far away. I jumped out of it, covered in charred black, and glared at Gamorro with crazy eyes. I wish I could tear him alive. If my body hadn't reached the point where I was almost immune to fire attacks, I would have killed half of my life just now.

What happened? If you slow down the scene just now a thousand times, you will find that at the moment when the energy cannon and the hellfire bomb are about to come into contact, the rapid fire bomb suddenly makes a turn and avoids the impact of the energy cannon. He shot at me without changing his target. With the speed of the fire bomb, I couldn't even figure out what was going on. He was blasted up, but Gamolo moved his body easily and avoided my energy cannon.

What a terrifying opponent. While roaring angrily, I was also secretly frightened. I didn’t expect that my extraordinary performance would be nothing more than a piece of cake for the opponent.

No, if you don't become stronger, you will lose. The opponent's comprehensive strength is definitely not comparable to what you are now.

The extremely violent blood is turbulent in the body. Under Gamorro's repeated instigation and teasing, the proud blood bear instinct can no longer bear it. It seems to be mocking the incompetence of my master. It urges desperately. Moving and impacting, I put up layers of defenses, trying to seize control of my body, and then give that damn vile demon some color.

I secretly smiled bitterly in my heart, and had to increase my suppression of the violent force. It is true that if the violent force can defeat Gamorro, I am not opposed to letting it control my body, but the problem is that it can't. After giving my body to it, , the power can indeed be released to the greatest extent, and under the almost terrifying fighting instinct of the blood bear, even the time I just showed my extraordinary performance, it was not difficult to use it, because this violent power has no consciousness and no thought. , which relies on instinct to fight, is the most terrifying and sophisticated fighting machine.

However, even with a blood bear like this at full power, I still don’t think he can defeat Gamorro, because the difference between Gamorro and me is not just experience and skills, but a realm, which is vague. The feeling of enlightenment lingers in my soul, like a layer of fog, which seems to be easily broken through, but I can never touch the edge.

Therefore, instead of surrendering my body to the blood bear instinct, and then my consciousness dying inexplicably in my sleep, without resting in peace, I might as well take a gamble and see if I can break through that mysterious feeling.

"Hahahaha——, your talent is indeed good, but you are still too young and too weak. I can beat you with one finger now."

Facing my ferocious gaze, Gamorro, who was floating in the air, laughed crazily. He seemed to feel that I was struggling to resist the beast in my body, and he kept hitting and taunting me, as if he wanted to kill me. That power is completely unleashed and you can enjoy the greatest pleasure of battle.

Naturally, I couldn't do what he wanted. After releasing the violent power, I might not wake up. I once again increased my strength to suppress the power that became even more crazy due to Gamorro's provocation. I roared and waved my hands. . Two staggered flaming arc-shaped slashes emerged from his hands and flew towards Gamorro in mid-air. I didn’t ask for any merit, as long as I could force him down. I need to fight now, I need to keep fighting, and keep understanding. Completely clear the fog in my heart.

The battle begins again.

And at this time. Countless adventurers are paying attention to this battle. Although most people can only feel the collision of the two terrifying forces from a distance through the perception of power aura, it does not prevent them from focusing on feeling it. Some of the alliance adventurers in the Imperial City were not afraid of death and even planned to go to the meeting point of power to see what was going on and what kind of monsters were fighting. But when they tried to use the teleportation station, they were strictly prohibited by the elves. The reason was very good. They were afraid of getting burned, so you could just go and die. If those two monsters are attracted here, wouldn't our elves be in trouble?

Faced with the elf's determination, the adventurer could only protest and mutter a few words in a low voice, not mentioning that the other party was outnumbered. To be fair, if he were the other party, it would be impossible for anyone to join in the fun. With a monster of this level, who knows what trouble it might bring to the entire Elf King City if not careful.

As for the other elf adventurers, after receiving the order from the great elder, they are even less likely to disobey the order and join in the fun. In itself, the curiosity of the elves is much smaller than that of humans. Therefore, only Lucia and the four of them were the only ones who saw the battle. Only dozens of miles away, they could barely see two little ones. The points continued to intersect, until the strong energy blew over them one after another, suppressing them until they could not stand up straight.

"grumble--"

When the three grown men watched attentively. Lucia still kept her gaze firmly on Xiaoxue. The big black shining eyes never blinked since the moment they looked at Xiaoxue, poor Xiaoxue. Being stared at nervously by the other party, his whole body was numb, and his body shrank again and again. He almost wanted to shrink into the cave. If the owner hadn't told him to protect these people, he would have killed this hateful little fox long ago. Planted in the soil.

Then, there are Arlanda and Artoria. Compared to Lucia and the others, Arlanda's wonderful magic monitoring allows them to see more clearly. Faced with this thrilling battle between giant beasts, At this time, I couldn't help but hold my breath, even Arlandran was not an exception. Although it could predict the outcome, it could not know the process in detail, and Artoria's nervousness was more based on this battle. In terms of whether it will have an impact on the alliance between the elves and humans, if there is anything else in this world that can cause her to have huge emotional fluctuations such as tension, excitement, joy, etc., it is probably only related to the development of the elves.

"Slow, too slow, are you one of those dirty and smelly mummies?"

Easily moving his huge body, dodging my attacks with almost weird and dexterous movements, Gamorro did not forget to sarcastically say, but the hell clan has always been based on the size of their fists, so their verbal skills are not that good. Why is he good at it, so there are only a few words coming and going.

When I received the other party's contemptuous gaze, to be precise, it should be said that the violent blood in my body became even more angry. If I hadn't been concentrating on controlling it while still having to deal with the battle, I really wanted to curse a few words. Let Gamorro know what it means to be insulted and what it means to be provocative.

The thicker and hazy black mist in his eyes represented the gradual blurring of his mind. He was tired. He was really tired. While making useless attacks on Gamolo, he took in his movements bit by bit. Here, if you think about it carefully, you have to worry about even the power in your body, and you have to distract yourself to resist.

This feeling is really frustrating.

My heart was really tired. For a moment, I even wanted to give up and let the violent force take over my body. Then I hid inside and fell asleep. Whether I lost or won, whether I died or lived, it was all over. becomes less important.

However, I don’t live for myself. What will happen to Vilas and the others if I die? Compared with my own death, I am more afraid of them crying sadly.

The strong will to survive emerged from the bottom of my heart, making me roar and explode with stronger power. However, I am not a Bronze Five. It is no problem to explode to 120%, but if I want to grow exponentially, I will far exceed myself. of enemies defeated. I can not do it.

Frustrated? despair? No, it's still far away. If I let these emotions envelope me and let Gamorro enjoy the pleasure as he wishes, I would be willing to give my body to the violent force. This is the bottom line of my self-esteem.

"Haha——, no, this is not enough. There is no way you can defeat me. It's really ridiculous. Humans are really stupid animals. They actually try to suppress their fighting instinct, just like they want to have a full stomach, but they have to suppress their appetite. Just the same, a piece of trash that can’t even control its own instincts and cannot be overridden.”

Gamorro became more and more rampant. He felt that the other party's mind was gradually collapsing, and it was almost time for him to enjoy the results of the victory. Let's struggle, be frustrated, and be afraid. Despair, these are the most wonderful food in our Balog, and they are the meaning of our existence.

Just when he finished saying this, the other party's attack suddenly stopped. He bent over and stood still on the spot.

what happened? Could it be that the crazy power in his body finally couldn't bear it anymore and started rioting? Looking at the motionless enemy, Gamolo had many questions in his heart and felt something was slightly wrong. However, after struggling for a while, he chose to wait and see to see what happened to the opponent.

Anyway, no matter what happens, there is a huge gap between the other party and yourself. It's the only fact that won't change.

However, this became Gamorro's biggest and last mistake in tens of thousands of years.

It was Gamorro's last words that pierced the thin layer of white paper in my heart. In the fog in my heart, a ray of light came in, followed by thousands of others, in an instant. The whole mind is bright and clear. All the frustrations and troubles are dissipated in the light, and the clouds and mist break through to see the blue sky. It probably describes this feeling.

From that last sentence, I finally understood the gap between myself and Gamorro Land, and finally understood what the other shore was on the other side of the paper. That sudden epiphany turned out to be so wonderful.

It's not experience, it's not skills. Although these are also the differences between us, the most important thing is the difference in heart and state of mind. While understanding this, Gamorro also pointed out a clear way for me. Toward the passage parallel to him.

All along, the violent force in my body has been like an unruly beast. When I transformed into a blood bear, I was always trying to control my body. The other party actually wanted to snatch my body, and after snatching it, they would kill me everywhere. Destruction, is that okay? Therefore, I subconsciously regarded this violent force as an enemy, and wanted to get rid of it quickly. Whenever it surged out, I would not use the power of the little ghost to control it forcefully, like grabbing the horns of a bull with strong force. Let it turn around and plow the ground for you, just like suppressing it with all your strength.

However, Gamorro's words reminded me, why do I have to suppress it? Why can't this unconscious force be controlled through other means, or even overridden by it? After subconsciously resisting this violent force, I never thought about the possibility of accepting it and integrating it.

Let's discuss it and cooperate with each other. I will give you control of your body and you will listen to me.

In fact, the truth is that simple, but people will always follow their own inertia, without the warning of bystanders, experience some things, or a sudden epiphany, they just can't think of such a simple fact, the truth is the simplest, But it took humans tens of thousands of years and countless failures to figure it out one by one.

When I relaxed my heart and tried to integrate that bit of violent power into my body and soul, I suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

In Gamolo's eyes, it was a different scene. He saw his opponent suddenly stop moving, bending down for a moment, and suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter. He couldn't help but wonder if the opponent was stunned. Bar.

However, the next moment, the strange aura emanating from the other party made him scream in horror and disbelief.

"How is it possible? This is absolutely impossible!!"

Slowly straightening my body, a layer of black cyclone lingered all over my body. This is the ultimate state where the body is completely controlled by instinct, and the breath of madness, killing, and destruction completely explodes. In other words, the instinct of the blood bear has taken over my body. and control of all forces.

However, my consciousness did not remain silent, overriding my instincts and controlling everything through instinctive feelings.

Instinct is like a computer. No matter how sophisticated and powerful it is, if no one controls it, it will only run the control system silently. But now, with my consciousness, I can accomplish more through it. thing.

This is the combination of instinct and consciousness, consciousness overrides instinct, and when this instinct is a combination of madness, rage, killing and destruction, it has a new name.

Crazy heart.

It is infinitely close to the realm of the pseudo-realm, which is also Gamorro's current state. The strange temperament felt in his eyes actually represents the combination of calm consciousness and crazy fighting instinct, which is absolute calmness. and a transcendent fighting realm formed by absolute madness.