Diablo Destruction

"It's so laid back."

Sitting on the soft grass, with the breeze mixed with the smell of the rising sun blowing in my face, I sighed with enjoyment.

"Yes, it's so leisurely, click, click..."

The little fox sitting next to him kept chewing snacks and looking at the competition field indifferently.

This magical space is worthy of being a competition space created by the Angel Clan. Even if you are sitting far away, you can zoom in if you "want" to watch. It is more convenient than any high-tech large screen or live broadcast. Of course, It would be perfect if there was another commentator.

As an elder, I also have the privilege of having my own open space where no one can disturb me and I can quietly take my wives to watch the game.

The question is, why do I, the protagonist, sit and watch the game? !

"I thought I was the hero of this game."

Look at Vilas and Sarah below me. They came specially to watch the game with me, but they started to yawn in the middle of the game. One of them fell asleep with one of my thighs on their pillows. They slept peacefully and peacefully, breathing evenly with a small smile. The little white nose trembled slightly, the long eyelashes were gently closed, and the strands of soft hair were hanging down. Not to mention how cute they were, I felt that watching them was much more interesting than watching the game.

"Yes, every adventurer thinks that he is the protagonist of this game."

The little fox was still looking at the arena with an indifferent look that could not tell whether it was interesting or not. She responded casually and kept stuffing snacks into her mouth with her little hands, filling one of her cheeks.

The fifth day of the competition has passed. The camp-level, Lugoin-level, and Kuras-level competitions have ended. Now it is the Demon Fortress-level competition.

In the first three levels of the competition, although the fox clan had nothing to be proud of, they still achieved good results and did not embarrass the clan. The little fox's mission has been completed more than half, and he can hold his head high. He took the soldier back with his chest, so he acted very calmly at this moment.

"According to the law of novels, the protagonist often appears at the beginning, grows up by defeating countless enemies, goes through many hardships, and after countless supporting characters die, finally breaks into the finals and fights the boss to the death..."

I casually opened a heroic knight novel and looked shocked: "Could it be that I am the boss instead of the protagonist?"

"You have read too many novels. Let Veras wash your brain with a rag and squeeze out everything inside." The little fox still complained in a neutral tone.

The only thing that can be squeezed out is brain. You want to kill me, right...

"Uh-huh--"

In her sleep, Vilas seemed to feel someone calling her name. She turned over unconsciously, and a soft smile gently appeared on the corner of her mouth. She didn't know what kind of dream she was having. Her innocent and natural look was really cute. shocked.

No wonder they all talk about it in one go, but then fail again and again. At the beginning of the martial arts tournament, I still thought about punching Carlos, kicking the mysterious mage, and knocking out the barbarian named Seattlek with a headbutt. In the championship He shouted "Brother Xinchun, get eternal life" three times on the stage, but now all his anger has been exhausted.

"Speaking of which, are you really confident that you can defeat Master Kasha's three disciples? Didn't that Paladin named Carlos defeat you easily?"

The little fox finally turned around, his big black eyes twinkling, and he looked at me seriously.

"It was there in the past, but it's gone now. Besides, I was no match for Carlos at that time. It's hard to say now. I must avenge this."

Under the stimulation of the little fox, I finally ignited a glimmer of fighting spirit. With this fighting spirit, burn it. My little universe, a single spark, can start a prairie fire.

"Huh? Is it hard to tell? In other words, I'm still not sure." The little fox's beautiful big eyes blinked, which made me feel guilty for a while.

"Don't underestimate me. I train every day, and my current strength is extraordinary." Seeing that the fire that had finally been ignited was about to be extinguished, I quickly spoke to save him.

"Really? I think you are in a daze every day. Besides..." The little fox looked me up and down and suddenly sighed.

Hey, hey, what else? You go on, why are you sighing ominously? Just say what you want to say, even if it is offensive, otherwise I will feel even more panicked, you bastard! !

After sighing for a long time, the little fox turned a blind eye and looked at me: "You bad guy, you don't have the temperament of a master at all. Although I haven't seen that Carlos, his aura must be terrifying. Well, if you look like this, others will look down on you."

"..."

I can't argue with it, I really can't argue with it. Thinking back to the feeling of seeing Carlos in Lu Gaoyin, my current strength must be better than his back then, but when it comes to the temperament of a master...

"I... I am doing this to show my enemy that I am weak, don't you understand? It's a strategy, a strategy... Damn it, I'm just a master without temperament. All I need is Vilas and the others, wuwu..."

Feeling that even I couldn't convince myself, I suddenly burst into tears. I snatched the snacks from the little fox's arms, stuffed them into my mouth in large gulps, and turned my head away.

"Ah, anyway... click click click... I don't have the temperament of an expert. You can go sit with someone who has the temperament of an expert... click click click..."

"Oh, I feel like a child."

The little fox smiled softly, with charming eyes. He leaned over, stretched out his white fingers, and poked me in the face a few times: "For a bad guy like you, I..."

"What are you two doing? If you continue, I can't pretend I didn't see it."

The little ghost's dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded from the side. Her silver eyes looked over, her mouth was pursed, she looked at me, and then she glared at her natural enemy "Slutty Fox", and finally her eyes fell on my hand that I had snatched from the little fox's arms. Snacks on the bag.

Then, he looked at the half-eaten diamond that was held like a pine cone in his hand. His eyes were a little reluctant, and he licked the corner of his mouth, holding back his saliva, and finally snorted. He turned his head away and handed the half-eaten diamond in front of me.

Yeah, it's no use even if you hum.

Looking at the diamond stretched out to my mouth, my teeth started to hurt again.

"Huh -?" Seeing that I still didn't accept it, the little ghost stared at me with a sinister look.

It's no use even if you stare! !

"You just eat that naughty fox's food. Why don't you eat what I gave you? It's rare...it's rare that I bear the pain and give up..." The little ghost lowered his head, his whole body trembled slightly, and he gradually exuded a feeling that he was about to go berserk. The black atmosphere.

"This is not a matter of willingness, but whether it is possible. Don't take it for granted that everyone can eat diamonds, you bastard. It's time for you to wake up to me. All Rogge! All mankind! All Dark Continent! Can! You are the only one who eats diamonds with gusto, you are just a greedy and stupid ghost."

“I don’t listen, I don’t listen, Xiaofan is an idiot, a big idiot (I bite), a big pervert (I bite), a big bastard (I bite, bite, bite)——!!”

"Oh oh - oh!! Stop it, you canine, you're bleeding, you're going to bleed, damn it, if you don't stop I'm going to fight back, look at my Thousand Buddha's Hands Quartet!!"

"Alas, it starts again..."

The little fox sighed with regret, leaned up, and lay down naturally on the soft grass. He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and thought to himself, this kind of life is not bad, only around this bad guy. …

That day, the Demon Fortress-level competition finally ended. Starting from the next day, it was the much-anticipated Harrogas competition.

However, it still doesn’t belong to me.

Early the next morning, adventurers gathered around the competition venue. Except for the first day of the competition, when the Angel Gate opened for the first time, it was no longer as lively as it is now. Most of the adventurers here are waiting for today. Come see the strongest level battle in the first world.

On the vast grassland, hundreds of arenas have been merged into ten. For safety reasons, spectators are no longer allowed to gather around the arena to watch the game. They can only stand on the periphery of the field. Just like a football or basketball game, the field is divided into There are ten venues, and the audience is watching the game from the outside.

However, each of the ten venues here is more than ten times larger than a football field.

And the angel I had been waiting for finally appeared. Twelve "angels" were constantly flying and patrolling over the field, attracting the attention of most adventurers.

However, I guess many adventurers are a little disappointed. According to legend, angels have beautiful and handsome faces, with one or more pairs of beautiful white wings on their backs, and their whole bodies exude a holy light that makes people worship them.

These twelve angels, six men and six women, are very handsome or extremely beautiful, and their perfect body proportions can only be described as perfect. There is no flaw in their appearance, even though they are famous for their beauty. The elves are somewhat inferior to them.

The power exuded from the body is also powerful enough. At first glance, each one seems to have at least pseudo-domain level strength. They pass through the air, and the powerful holy aura also presses down, making the most restless adventurers below, You have to abide by the rules honestly.

However, I always feel that something is missing, those wings on my back? How can one be considered an angel without wings? That's true, but it doesn't feel quite right. Overall, I'm a bit disappointed.

It's like a game that you really wanted to buy before you bought it, but you can't find the interest to play it after buying it, so you can only store it in a corner. It's a feeling of loss after "gaining".

"What's wrong? Are you not happy to see the angel you've always wanted to see?" Akara on the side smiled calmly.

Strictly speaking, today is the first day of the competition. The first four levels of competition can only be regarded as warm-ups at best. Therefore, on the first day of the Harrogas level competition, we elders still have to act as if they are on a tour. Get together and go through the motions, commonly known as catwalk.

"I'm a little disappointed. I can't express my feeling. I hope the four-winged angel will bring surprises after the game." I shrugged helplessly.

"Actually, angels are no different from us humans. They also have the same emotions and desires, but they are born with the power of holiness. In addition, the rules of the angel clan are strict and conservative. They are exaggerated by the beliefs of the human church, so they appear mysterious to us. , just a tall image."

Akara was not afraid of whether the angels in the sky could hear him, so he said it in a very judgmental tone, and the elders of various ethnic groups next to him also nodded in agreement.

If you think about it carefully, you can actually think of the Angel Clan as a powerful race in another world. The leader is the Archangel Michael. They have their own customs and culture. Apart from being powerful, there is actually nothing to be surprised about. .

But if I have the chance, I really want to visit the angel tribe to see where they live and what the so-called heaven is like?

After walking around as usual, we dispersed and went to the arena where our warriors competed. The old drunkard also followed us from behind.

"Bad boy, wait a minute."

"What's the matter? Don't tell me that you have advised your two precious disciples to change their minds, turn themselves over and go to jail."

I looked her up and down and said sarcastically, in fact, this guy should be the one who should change his mind and go to jail. Without her, the flowers in the camp would probably bloom more brightly.

"You're such a kind guy with unrequited intentions. I came here specifically to tell you the first-hand information." The old drunkard pulled his face away and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Look, I still have the fruit wine that Lu Gaoyin brought back here. Let's talk while drinking." I immediately brightened up after hearing the first-hand information. Looking at the old drunkard, I also thought she was cute. too much.

"This time, I took advantage of my position to investigate all the Harrogas-level contestants." When the old drunkard heard that there was alcohol, he became more energetic and started talking nonstop.

"Just tell me directly which ones are stronger and worth noting."

Seeing that she had the momentum to comment on all the contestants, I quickly asked her to stop. Just kidding, there are hundreds of Harrogas-level contestants. If I asked her to continue talking from beginning to end, I would probably talk until the end of the game. Can't say.

"What a boring guy. He's about to get to the exciting part. Ahem, just listen up." The old drunkard pretended to cough a few times and then said.

"First of all, it's me and the three unfilial students who are the miser. I don't need to tell you how powerful they are."

I nodded, I knew how powerful Carlos was, and the mysterious mage, judging from what the old drunkard said, seemed to be a bit more powerful than Carlos.

"By the way, how is that barbarian Seattle's strength compared to Carlos?"

"He has been Carlos's old enemy since he was a student. In the entire training camp, no one except Carlos dared to fight with him." The old drunkard began to recall while tapping his chin.

"In other words, his strength is on par with Carlos's?"

"Probably, but that kid from Seattle has some character flaws." When he said this, the old drunkard's expression became solemn.

"defect?"

"Yes, that kid is quite cute at ordinary times, but his obsession with victory is too deep. Once he starts fighting, he will become crazy and unreasonable. He is afraid that he will kill his relatives because he accidentally killed him in the ring competition. Several adventurers, that’s why he was not tolerated by other adventurers and joined the Alliance of the Fallen.”

"Then if he participates in the competition, wouldn't it be dangerous for other adventurers?" I rolled my eyes, what kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice.

"Don't worry, I'm still here, right? As a master, he will still listen to me, hahahaha——"

The old drunkard laughed optimistically. Of course, I had serious doubts about the credibility of what she said. It would be safer to place my hope of stopping Seattle Ke on those angels.

"Besides these three guys, are there any other strong enemies?"

"Hmph, if I have to say it, that stinky girl can be considered one. She can be considered a half-master if she can comprehend the power of the state of mind in that place. However, compared to Carlos and the others, she is still a little behind. The state of mind and the pseudo-realm are The realm is incomparable..."

At this point, the old drunkard paused. Although she sounded like a stinky girl, it could be seen that she still cared about her sister's game.

"That stinky girl has a stinky and tough personality. It may be too early for her to fight against a master in the pseudo-field." As he said this, the old drunkard looked at me inexplicably.

"To be honest, I would rather have that stinky girl confront you from the beginning."

"What do you mean by this?" Does it mean that I am not as strong as Carlos and the other three, and I can just use it for my sister to practice, or does it mean something else?

"Hahaha, because in that case, interesting things will happen." The old drunkard seemed to have thought of something and smiled very happily.

"Go, go, don't act like you know my sister and I very well. Do you know what will happen then?" I shook my hand at her disdainfully.

"Of course I know, you two are just fans of the authorities." The old drunkard smiled mysteriously, as if he didn't want to talk any more, and dropped the topic.

"There is another thing you should pay attention to, that is the old man Muradin."

"Pfft, is that old man really embarrassed to participate?" I squirted out without swallowing.

"Then what can we do? That old man does belong to the first world in terms of strength." The old drunkard shrugged, with a look of disdain on his face.

"If you are shameless, you are invincible." The two of us sighed at the same time.

"Although the old man Muradin was bound by his identity as the Dwarf King in the past, his strength is not very good, and he has not yet reached the realm of the pseudo-realm, but you have to be careful. It is a special profession of the dwarves, a dwarf giant warrior. I believe you You must have seen his power."

"Yes, special professions are indeed terrifying. Even in the form of a blood bear, I'm not sure I can catch that thunder hammer."

"However, the dwarf profession has always been characterized by high power and slow speed. As long as you are careful, you should have no problem dealing with him." The old drunkard nodded and made a fair assessment.

"There is another thing worth paying attention to. Hadamas, the seed player of the werewolf clan, is said to have a special profession. Although he is only at the fifth level, his explosive strength cannot be underestimated. Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter."

"Don't worry about this. I have fought against him before and am familiar with his tricks." I said there is no pressure to deal with Hadamas, and I ask the people of the motherland to rest assured.

"That's good……"

The old drunkard and I were muttering together, and soon we found Sister Sharna standing on the edge of the arena.

She stood there quietly, with one hand holding the bow, and her fingers flicking on the bowstring unconsciously. Every time she played, the bowstring followed her will, making a sweet buzzing sound. Looking from a distance, it looked like a man and the bow had become one. As one body, the person is the bow, and the bow is like the person. As long as there is a slight movement, this "bow" can immediately sound and send out an earth-shattering blow.

Although there are many people around, coming and going, there is a large open space beside my sister, as if it belongs to her territory. No adventurer dares to come close. That is an adventurer who has experienced life and death for a long time, and has an instinct for danger. Detect and avoid.

"This stinky girl is starting to show off some of her strength."

Kasha looked at this scene with some envy. In terms of strength, she was certainly stronger than Sharna, but compared with Sharna, she was already old and no longer had the aura that shocked everyone.

There was a "whoosh", and the others didn't even see clearly what happened. The old drunkard had an arrow between his fingers.

"You stinky girl, you are imitating others to use a gun and dance a bow before your breasts are weaned. Aren't you afraid that your waist will slip?" When the two mother and daughter meet, there will definitely be a quarrel.

"elder sister!!"

I shouted in surprise, leaving the old drunkard behind and went to meet him.

"Brother, why are you here? You can just take a look at a game like this. There is no need to come here..."

Regardless of the presence of others, my sister hugged me in her own way, and rubbed her delicate and elastic face on my face comfortably for a few times. The familiar orchid musk faintly entered my nose, making me almost reluctant to leave.

"You can't stay in a female college."

Kasha couldn't help but murmured sourly when she saw that she had been so gorgeously ignored. Suddenly she thought of Yaluo, and her eyes became complicated.

"I've been looking forward to seeing my sister in battle day and night." I said with great expectation as I reluctantly left my sister's arms.

"Really? If that's the case, then let's take a good look."

My sister looked at me, with a gentle and confident smile on her lips. She spread her golden straight hair, setting off her extremely beautiful white face, expressing a beauty that makes people blind. .

Sister Sharna's beauty is like the sun, so dazzling that people can't look directly at it.

"Here, take it."

After gently pushing aside her waterfall-like straight hair, my sister handed me a golden hairband with a hint of old color, then squatted on the ground and patted the grass behind her.

"Brother, help me tie up my hair."

Saying this, she sat upright on the grass, placed her hands on her straight thighs, closed her eyes gently, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and a quiet and majestic temperament emerged spontaneously.

"oh."

I responded stupidly, knelt down behind my sister, and clumsily tied up her hair with a hairband. But it was the first time after all, and no matter how I tightened it, the naughty hair would slip through my fingers. , so smooth and soft that you can’t even hold it.

It felt like her bright golden hair was almost ruined by her own hands.