Diablo Destruction

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The days of training always go by very fast, and before you know it, more than a month has passed. Carlos's body is recovering day by day, and his strength has been improved to near perfection. The original training method of World War II has also become a three-person melee, which is called a free-for-all. 3p or something, cough cough...

I have basically become proficient in the moon wolf transformation. Of course, there is still a long way to go before I can control it as freely as the blood bear transformation, but at least I am used to the unreal feeling of piercing through space at full stretch speed. I am very familiar with the power of freezing. The control can only be regarded as so-so. After the Holy Freeze Halo similar to the Paladin appeared during the game, although I have figured out a few small usages and tricks, I am not yet proficient in using them to deal with Carlos and Seattle. For a master of this level, it is like hitting an eagle with a slingshot, not even a hair can touch it.

It’s okay to master the Heart of Insight. Like the Heart of Crazy, this thing is very practical and can greatly make up for my lack of combat experience and skills. As for when can the Heart of Insight be integrated with power and transformed into a pseudo-realm? , I also asked the old drunkard about this question, and she guessed that it was probably not difficult. After all, I had already had the experience of comprehending the pseudo-realm. Fully grasp the power of it, and integrate it with the heart of insight, and the pseudo-realm will become a matter of course.

To say this, I can only increase my efforts and try to understand the pseudo-realm of Moon Wolf's transformation as soon as possible. After all, everyone knows how powerful the pseudo-realm is, especially when I have experienced the blood bear's mutated blood-colored pseudo-realm that can be called a pervert. , and it makes me look forward to what kind of fields will appear when Moon Wolf transforms.

It's just that I hope there won't be a conflict of fields as the old drunkard said. After all, there has never been an example in the history books of a person having two states of mind at the same time and developing two different pseudo-fields.

After those noisy adventurers left, only the camp-level rookie adventurers were left. Most of them had had enough fun and went out to practice. After the martial arts competition and various miscellaneous conferences, two months had finally passed in the camp. In the calm days, the civilians who had their lives disrupted by the arrival of tens of thousands of adventurers gradually returned to their previous schedules, as if the event that happened once in decades three months ago was just a dream.

The strange thing is that from the end to now, probably in order to let me master the new moon wolf transformation, Akara has not come to me for three full months, which makes me have a hard vacation addiction, and Wei Wei... Looking at their sweet and ordinary days, it is as if they are on a honeymoon every day. The three precious daughters are also extremely obedient. Well, as long as they are not brought together...

Everything is happy and perfect, and the day of my dreams is only a few steps away. Of course, I also know that this is only a short-lived good time.

One day three months later, when Carlos and I returned to the Mages Guild covered in mud and sweat, we ran into soldiers sent by Akara, whom we had not seen for a long time, and asked us to meet at her place early tomorrow morning.

Sure enough, I thought that there was no way Akara could leave us strong workers alone. We could just do whatever we wanted.

Carlos and I looked at each other, but what puzzled me was that I, a coolie elder who worked around the clock, even called Carlos to come with me. What happened?

Full of questions, I was woken up by Vilas early the next morning, saying that Carlos was already waiting outside.

Sure enough, there is an honest paladin neighbor who is... not good. Based on my past habits, I can obviously sleep for another hour and slowly finish breakfast before setting off.

When we came to Akara's tent, there was only Akara inside. She glanced at Carlos and she smiled. She looked at me again and looked shocked.

What does this subtle difference mean? I was late because I didn't want to be late. This was force majeure and the biological instinct for sleep.

We sat down with Akara's refreshing water. Before we could ask any questions, an unexpected person came, sister Sharna. Seeing me inside, she seemed slightly surprised.

Then came the lukewarm Kane, who seemed to have stayed up all night, with obvious traces of experimental explosions on his mage robes, and Farah whose eyes were like national treasures, and then Seattlek, an hour later. The old drunkard at the bottom yawned and walked into the tent.

"Why are you here?" This guy sat down sleepily, his eyes swept around the tent, and finally fell on me, showing an expression of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

"..."

It seems that in the past, I was one step behind the old drunk every time. It is indeed an exaggeration to describe me as a heinous sinner.

It’s just that this is really a huge lineup. In addition to our four old regulars Akara and the others, Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle Ke all came together.

After everyone sat down, Akara chuckled and spoke slowly under everyone's doubtful gazes: "I know you must be curious as to why I called you here temporarily. This happened quite suddenly. Even Kane didn't give any advance notice."

She looked at Kane, her old partner for many years, and nodded apologetically. Kane smiled softly. If Kane cares about such trivial matters, then he is no longer Kane.

Seeing that we were all looking at her quietly, Akara didn't waste any more words, and then said: "The thing is like this, I just received the news last night, it was a message from Lord Tyrell."

Tyrell?

When they suddenly heard this name, not to mention us, even Kane, Farah and the old drunkard looked shocked.

Who is Tyrell? The famous four-winged angel, including the three realms of heaven, hell and the dark continent, Lao Wu, naked Lao Wu, Fifth Brother, Fifth Master, with nunchakus stained with the underworld brothers...

Well, we won’t use repeated complaints. To sum it up in one sentence, for us, Tyrell is the leader of all angels, responsible for managing all the angels in heaven and the dark continent. As for Michael above him and Gabriel, these two old turtles who live in seclusion and don’t know what they are planning. I don’t think anyone here, including myself, will be able to see their faces in their lifetime.

"What's wrong with Tyrell?"

The old drunkard was the first to react and asked. As expected of a master who is fearless, even a big shot like Tyrell could only make her stunned for a moment.

"He didn't say it clearly. It's just that, as an advocate of the martial arts competition, even though he was not present in person, he is naturally aware of the performance of the four of you in the competition."

Akara smiled slightly and scanned the four of us with his white eyes.

"Your Majesty Tyrell regrets not being able to come to watch this game. It's also because those hell demons in the third world have been restless recently and really can't get away. Therefore, he wants to see you four young talents with his own eyes. , and I have a small favor that I would like you to do."

"Tch, if you want to see me, just come to the camp to see him." The old drunkard snorted disdainfully.

"That's right, and with his strength, how can the four of us little guys help?" At this time, I was particularly in tune with the old drunkard, humming and scolding him.

"How could you two say such things to Lord Tyrell?" Akara looked solemnly and glared at us.

"Although I know that you don't like the angel clan very much, but don't forget one thing. No matter what purpose the angels have, for thousands of years, they have helped the Dark Continent resist the forces of hell. Without them, the entire continent would have been long gone. Being occupied by the forces of hell, this is an undeniable fact, we have to accept this kindness, you know?"

"Yes Yes!!"

Akara was angry, so the old drunkard and I were naturally silent, and couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, and then she smiled.

"As you just said, it's not that Mr. Tyrell is putting on airs and refusing to come in person, but that his body is in the demon fortress in the third world and he can't spare the time to come. What you went to see, It's just his projection, and you also know that in this way, his projection cannot leave the Demon Fortress too far."

We couldn't help but nodded suddenly. It turns out that this is the case. In this way, it becomes reasonable and reasonable for him to ask us to do a favor. After all, although Tyrell is strong, his projection may not be as good as the four of us. Domain-level adventurer.

"When do we leave?"

If there is no rush, I can continue to be sweet with little Vilas and the others for a few more days.

"Within three days, the four of you can discuss the specific time. Also, regarding Sir Tyrell's help, if you find it difficult, you can also report it to Jamela (the head of the Alliance of Demons Fortress). I will send some people to help you."

"knew."

We nodded, but everyone knew in their hearts that this was unlikely. Among the four of them, except for me, a lazy person, they were all arrogant. Even if there were difficulties, they would find a way to solve them by themselves instead of asking for help. Other people's hands. Besides, Tyrell's mission may not mean to test us. If it is so important, why doesn't he just send a few two-winged angels to solve it personally?

Continuing to explain some matters, for example, Carlos and Seattle, two of the original three giants of the Fallen Alliance, must conceal their identities after going to the Demon Fortress. After that, Akara asked us The four of them, as well as the miser and the old drunkard, were free to leave, and she still had to discuss some camp chores with Kane.

Sister Sharna and the old drunkard didn't say anything, and left like the wind. You can still vaguely hear their quarrels gradually going away, as if they were going to have fun again. They were truly a mother and daughter with a different kind of family.

The miser seemed to be in a hurry to complete the experiment, so he flashed faster than the old drunkard and Sister Sharna - he disappeared directly with a teleport. There was also Seike, who yawned and left, as if he was going to catch up on his sleep.

I was about to go back and take a nap, but when I took a casual look, I found that Carlos's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he had no intention of leaving.

"Carlos, what can you do?"

Akara, who was discussing some trivial matters with Kane, also noticed Carlos's presence and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"That's right, I have a question to ask Master Akara." Carlos bowed slightly to the other party seriously.

"No problem, no problem, no need to be formal, come on, sit down and talk, and Wu, if Carlos doesn't mind, please sit down too."

The spirit of gossip broke out, and I was about to sneak aside and enter the onlooker mode. I wanted to see what was wrong with Carlos. When Akara said this, I couldn't help but smile. I glanced at Carlos and saw him nodding, and then I started again. Sit where you were just now.

"That's right, I want to ask about Kajie." Carlos said, holding his head in distress.

I would say, if this paladin, who is close to perfection in all aspects, still has any troubles, then there is a high chance that he cannot do without his precious daughter Kajiel.

"What's wrong with her?" Akara asked with concern.

"No, there's no big problem. I just don't understand a little bit..." Carlos paused and said frustrated.

"During this period of time, except for Junior Brother Wu, Kajie'er has gradually let go of her extremely strong wariness towards other people, but I don't understand why she treats me exactly the same as before, even if she doesn't think I am her Father, even if I am just a stranger in her eyes, she should be a little less wary of me like everyone else."

"The question that bothers you is why Kajiel didn't let down her guard only towards you?"

Seeing Carlos' distressed look, Akara didn't know what he noticed and smiled knowingly.

"Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, that's it."

When it came to his precious daughter, Carlos also lost his usual calmness and nodded hurriedly in agreement.

"Is this so? I think this is a good phenomenon." Akara said with a faint smile the answer that stunned Carlos.

"I...I don't understand what you mean."

"Hey, it seems that you are completely opposite to Wu in this regard. You have no qualifications to be a father. Originally, it is best for you to realize this kind of thing yourself." Akara sighed slightly, but the look on his face The smile remains.

"Don't you understand yet? The reason why Kajie'er is only cold towards you is precisely because she has admitted that you are her father."

"Then...then why...why..."

Carlos was already a little incoherent. He was really not a father. He didn't even understand his daughter's mood. I couldn't help but shake my head. I finally found a place where I was far better than Carlos. I was a powerful dad. A sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

As a man shrouded in the halo of a dad, I don’t feel any pressure at all at this moment. Providing fatherly love to all the little angels in the world is another hidden wish of mine. Of course, boys are exempt...

"Imagine Kajie's treatment in heaven. I'm afraid the rumors about [having no father] have not made her feel any less wronged. She is still a child, so it's natural for her to feel a little depressed."

Under Carlos' thoughtful gaze, Akara said calmly: "Without love, how can there be hatred? She hates you precisely because she values ​​you."

Carlos is not stupid, he is just confused when he cares. When Akara said it to this point, he would be a fool if he didn't understand.

"Then, what should I do now to make her change her attitude towards me?" Carlos continued to ask, changing his distressed look just now, with a happy giggle on his face.

"It's very simple. Just continue to show your sincerity and let Kajie know how much you value her. The situation may gradually improve. I believe Kajie is a good child and will be able to understand your difficulties in the end."

Akara continued to say with a smile, but at this time, there was a hint of mischief in that kind smile, maybe it was my misunderstanding.

"However, now that child seems to have completely fallen in love with Wu. If you don't hurry up, maybe she will transfer all her last affection for you to Wu. One day, she will no longer hate you, and she will If I don’t pay attention to you anymore, it will be too late.”

Well……? What's going on with this strong murderous aura?

Hey, Carlos, I am an elder, an alliance elder? What do you want? Murdering an elder is a serious crime, and Akara, why are you gloating about it? What if Carlos really goes berserk and kills me?

After learning about Kajie's thoughts and the crisis he was facing now, Carlos gave me a cold look and left in a hurry without saying hello. I think if he didn't have to worry about hurting passers-by, he would even Use Shunbu to rush back.

So, when I returned to the door, there was a "chie~~" sound from inside, followed by Carlos's scream, and his figure flying out of the tent door.

I dodged slightly, letting his sad figure do free fall, then gently approached him and patted him on the shoulder, saying "Haste makes waste."

At this time, the little angel, who was awakened by the overly excited and anxious Carlos, flew out of the tent. Her childish and beautiful little face was still full of vigilance and anger. Looking at her waving her little fists, she actually wanted to continue chasing Carlos. Lose's appearance, but when he saw it was me, his angry face immediately changed, and he was filled with a happy smile. With a "chi~" sound, his body as light and soft as a cloud rushed up and hugged my neck. " Ji~, Ji~” he shouted, never letting go.

At this moment, Carlos once again shed two lines of tears as a father.

Because whether it was Sister Sharna, Seattle, or Carlos, they were all more casual about this mission, so for some reason, the choice of the departure date fell into my hands.

By the way, am I not casual?

It turned out to be like this, so I could just put it off. It wasn’t until the third day that, under the urging of the soldiers sent by Akara, I lazily remembered that there was such a thing?

The clingy little ghost got up early once in a year and was afraid that I would sneak away. However, I didn't plan to take her there this time, so she cheated and wanted to take advantage of me when I wasn't paying attention. Fusion, I hitched a ride with Overlord, but I was intercepted by me who was well prepared. After a lot of good talk, she finally drifted back to her room in sadness and despair. It looked like she was really angry.

Looking at her lonely back, I can only say sorry with great sadness. When I come back this time, I will immediately take them to Kurast to practice. After they reach more than thirty levels, they can go to the Demon Fortress. , when the time comes, the family will slowly experience it together, and there will be plenty of time.

And Kajiel, this little angel is not as clingy as the little ghost, and she is also the one who must be comforted. Let her listen to Willas at home, sleep when she is full, and eat when she wakes up...

Well, maybe in a few years, I can write a "Pig Raising Encyclopedia".

In the gentle voice of Willas, after packing my luggage, I hurried to the basement of the Mage Guild, where Sister Sharna and the others were already waiting there.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." I stepped forward and called.

Sister Sharna just smiled gently, Carlos seemed to have not recovered from the blows of the past few days, and just nodded slightly, but Seattle Ke was the most vicious. With just one word, I, Rogge, was the third person. The stinginess aches along with my heart and flesh.

"In this case, all the expenses at the Demon Fortress will be left to you, Junior Brother Wu."

Although the four of us are all wealthy owners, and Seatlek knew this, he didn’t know that I was Rogge’s third stingy...

Carlos and Seattle were fine, but this was the first time that I and Sister Sharna had gone out together since we met. Thinking of this, I stepped into the remote teleportation station with the three of them with a slightly nervous mood. .

With a flash of white light, the Demon Fortress, which was like a steel fortress, exuding a chilling, iron-blooded and majestic atmosphere, replaced the scenery in the basement and appeared in our eyes.

Although this is not the first time I have used a remote teleportation station, I am still amazed. No matter how many times I am amazed by the magical magic of teleporting to a place tens of thousands of kilometers away, it is never enough.

The sky in the Demon Fortress is still as gray as ever. The gray clouds that always hang over the top of the head make people feel particularly depressed. Unknowingly, they have a violent temper that they want to vent out. Therefore, the group The Demon Fortress is filled with the aura of murder and iron-blood. Even the civilians here are ten times and a hundred times more ferocious than those in other places.

After coming out of the teleportation station, we immediately found a hotel. Among the four of us, except for Sister Sharna, who was here for the first time, the three of us had all stayed at the Demon Fortress. Carlos and Seattle had spent the same time there. Long, but I have more acquaintances here.

After finding the hotel with ease, Seattle and Carlos did not run around to avoid being recognized by the people of the Fallen Alliance because of their status, so they stayed inside to prepare furs for the winter, and wanted to meet Sister Sharna from the Demon Fortress. , and walked with me towards the grocery store in Adventureland.

That's right, Jamela, who is the leader of the alliance of the Demon Fortress, is a beauty dressed as an assassin in her thirties. She is also a grocery store merchant. She sells potions, weapons, and armor. She sells them at low prices and high prices. With his open mouth, he can bring life to the dead and make beggars pay. Among the adventurers of the Fortress of Demons, she is known as Aunt Jia with iron teeth and bronze teeth.

"Elder Fan, you are finally here. I'm really afraid that Lord Tyrell is impatient to wait." When she saw me, Jamela immediately invited us to her shop as if she had seen a savior.

"Hey, there's something else going on in the camp, so I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

I opened my eyes and explained nonsensically that there was indeed something going on, and it was a top priority - I wanted to accompany Willas and the others. As for Tyrell, is she a beauty?

"Just come, just come. Lord Tyrell has been waiting at the Mages Guild for a long time. I'm going to inform him now. You guys have a day off today and come with me for the interview tomorrow."

Faced with a big shot like Tyrell, our black-hearted Aunt Jia is obviously still under a lot of pressure. The smooth talk that usually allows an adventurer who only wants to buy one potion to buy ten bottles is no longer so smooth now.

After agreeing on a time to meet, I chatted with Jamela for a while. When I came out of the store, the cold wind blew outside. I woke up and felt something in my arms. I couldn't help but look down and saw another pile of I bought the scroll potion at some point...

By the way, the last time I came to the Demon Fortress and paid a courtesy visit to the person in charge of Jamela, I must have encountered exactly the same thing, but the one who was following me at that time was Linya.

Come on, I will never talk nonsense to this black-hearted aunt next time.

Seeing that it was still early, I took Sister Sharna along for a walk and told her about the characteristics of the Demonic Fortress - the hunting activities. We walked all the way to the largest bar here - the Bloody Mary Bar.

The bar was still crowded with people. At a glance, there were many people I knew. However, without the two live treasures Tualatin and Oscar, it always felt a bit deserted. After sitting for a while, I didn't hear any interesting news. Later, because Sister Sharna, who didn't like to interact with other people, was around, I didn't say hello to those guys. After checking that the time was almost up, I returned to the hotel.

The next day, at the agreed time, we arrived at Jamela's shop, and then led her to the Mages Guild. After walking around the wide corridor for a while, a magnificent temple appeared in front of us.

Damn it, when I came to the Demon Fortress last time, why didn’t I see such a big temple here?

The mage who led the way also sent us here. Following the gorgeous stone road carved with angel reliefs, we walked into the temple gate, the 100-meter-high zenith, the surrounding angel statues, and the Holy Light Cross in the center. , can give people a feeling of insignificance.

However, what caught our attention in an instant was the tall figure at the end of the center of the hall, with his back to us, quietly staring at the angel carving on the wall.

Four-winged angel - Tyrael! !

According to legend, he is an angel more ancient than Michael and Gabriel, and has even experienced the Doomsday War. Those two pairs of wings of light are the best proof. His age, like his gender, even The entire angel family, even Michael, or himself, are no longer able to be studied.

So far, no one knows Tyrell's gender. He always wears solemn and heavy armor, a robe that looks like a robe but not a robe, and looks like armor but not armor. The weapon in his hand is said to be an artifact-level sword of light. .

This is Tyrael, the most mysterious ancient angel of the angel race.