Diablo Destruction

"You can decide for yourself whether you want to learn the things in this scroll. However, before that, I will tell you the consequences. You must remember it."

Taking a deep breath, Galen said carefully.

"Remember, you can tell others what I taught you before, but what is written on this scroll must not be given to others. It is best... it is best to let it disappear from this world forever. .”

"What will be the consequences if you teach others?" Under Galen's stern tone, I swallowed and asked.

"There is only one consequence." Gallon said calmly.

"Your druid career will be taken away, and even your life."

"Just...just kidding."

I was shocked at the time. I had been in Diablo for so many years, but I had never heard that a career could be taken away.

"Nothing is impossible. This world is structured by supreme rules. Life and nature are also part of the rules. We druids inherit the power of nature and are given the honorary title of life arcane ones. This scroll contains For us, the recorded arcana is undoubtedly a blasphemy against life, nature, faith, and God. If you abuse it or spread it, there is no doubt that the God of Nature will deprive you of your Dru. In severe cases, life may be taken away from you, even those you teach can't avoid it."

"Then it will be okay if you pass it to me. Has the Druid profession been taken away?"

I was shocked and quickly looked at Old Man Gallen up and down. Well, it seemed that he had indeed become an ordinary farmer.

"Don't worry, didn't I just say that the existence of every thing is inevitable, and this scroll is no exception. Single lineage is still allowed, but if possible, I really hope it can disappear completely in your hands. .”

Old man Galen patted his butt and stood up: "Okay, enough nonsense, I'm going back to study."

"You want it to disappear from the world so much, why do you still teach it to me?"

"Because your stupid face has a difficult future written all over it. I don't want the only guy I have spent time teaching to die a useless person. At least give me the title of a hero."

Old man Galen said while yawning as he walked.

"..."

I can't refute it. Although what this hairy-legged fairy said is hard to hear, I can't refute it at all.

"By the way, the name of this move."

Suddenly, old man Gallen stopped, turned his back and scratched his head.

"I really hope that this word will never come out of my mouth for the rest of my life. I have no choice. Listen up. When you feel that your life is not long and you want to pass it on, tell your incompetent student the name of this trick... …”

He glanced back, his gaze flashing as sharp as a knife, and the old man Galen slowly uttered two words.

"[Crime and Punishment]."

…

The worst memories in the worst time period, probably right now. Wouldn't this be reduced to a scene of memories that will inevitably appear when the protagonist reaches the moment of life and death, just like a hot-blooded comic?

There is no time, no matter, and I am separated from the memory fragments. I float quietly in this void where I don’t know the up, down, left, and right, full of complaints about myself.

Maybe I found two of the worst teachers in the world. One encouraged me to play Total Rage, and the other was even worse, teaching me to blaspheme my own life and beliefs.

However, as bad as the teacher was, it was not as bad as the extremely bad situation I was facing.

The body has been completely restrained by the [Potential] released by tens of thousands of Sinking Demons. Carlos' words are still wrong. A pseudo-domain level adventurer is in the center of this [Potential], enjoying the power of thousands of Sinking Demons. Not only was the body unable to move, but even the connection between consciousness and body was forcibly separated.

Thanks to this, in the state of soul consciousness, I can't feel the pressure and harm caused by this [potential] at all now. Should I be grateful?

Andalil was standing in front, lowering his head and looking at himself with a condescending and joking look. Don't you plan to take action immediately? What is it waiting for? Or is it a game of cat and mouse?

All in all, it couldn't get any worse than now, except perhaps using the terrible knowledge of those two terrible teachers to fight fire with fire.

However, I originally thought that I would never use it in this life, and I didn’t even want to think about it - oh, it turns out that I still have this kind of powerful box-pressing skills, which one should I use?

The two memories just now were quietly replayed in my mind.

What is the nature of the Blood Bear?

It is nothing but destruction. It is nothing but destruction.

To put it figuratively, it is like a meat grinder, which uses the names of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, whether it is love, hate, desire, responsibility, belief, these emotions, these desires, these constraints, as raw materials , stuffed into the body of the blood bear, and finally made into raw meatballs called consciousness of destruction.

The blood bear does not need emotions or reason. It needs nothing but destruction. Therefore, its true power can only be exerted in a completely violent state.

As for the [Crime and Punishment] move, there is nothing to explain. The only thing I have to consider is whether after using it, I will be deprived of my position as a Druid and become an ordinary person with no power. This kind of The consequences are more terrifying to most adventurers than losing their lives, and I am no exception.

Both options are bad and not necessarily a sure way out of the situation.

Just be a bachelor and do both at the same time. He smiled softly in his conscious state and already made up his mind.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be separated from Vilas and the others, this is love!

I don’t want to die, I want to brag with Lal and the others, and fight monsters with Carlos and the others. This is called friendship!

I don’t want to die, I haven’t seen the victorious smiles of those warriors in the Western Kingdom yet, this is my responsibility!

Not wanting to die, just simply not wanting to die, not wanting to disappear from this world, this is called desire!

If you don’t want to die, you can find a hundred reasons why you don’t want to die, but you can’t find a single excuse to die. This is called faith!

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! ! If anyone wants to stop me, then... destroy it! !

Then, at the cost of life and faith, bear the sin and punishment of blasphemy, and release it! !

…

Andalil raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, his heart suddenly tightened.

After receiving the order from the main body, why hasn't that Azmodan guy come yet?

"Boom--!!"

Several drought thunder suddenly sounded in the sky covered with yellow sand, and the sky gradually became more gloomy, as if it was about to be suppressed. The depressive weather made Andalil feel inexplicably irritable, and he vaguely felt that something terrible was approaching him. , she decided not to wait for Azmodan.

"Lord Andariel, look-!!"

Suddenly, Salida, one of the twelve elite wizards from the third world, screamed.

Looking down at Salida's fearful eyes, Andalil's heart suddenly twitched. The ominous premonition finally spread, making him feel cold, and there was a surge of "Run away now, it's still too late" in his heart. ] strong emotions.

Looking around, in the center of the magic circle, the [Position] united by thousands of fallen demons was tightly bound in the air. The adventurer, who had no resistance at all, suddenly twitched all over.

The face suddenly distorted to an incredible degree, the mouth opened wide, and it let out a meaningless low roar. The limbs of the whole body were bent and swollen at an extremely unnatural angle. The skin cracked, and a large amount of blood spurted out, instantly staining it. Become a bloody man.

Black mist, colder than hell and colder than the abyss, began to fill the center of the magic circle, gradually covering the people inside.

The black mist rolled, and the roar coming from inside gradually became louder, carrying destruction without any emotion, and gradually condensed into a black mist-like monster that was dozens of meters high.

It has no entity, and is formed by black mist that exudes the purest aura of destruction. The lower body is like a bloated insect body, and the upper body is in the form of a demon. A pair of demonic hands as thick as the waist are spread out, and the sharp claws are flicked in the void. In one stroke, the [power] formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons opened a huge hole.

Behind it is a pair of deformed and asymmetrical black bone wings. When unfolded, they look like branches growing from a bare and dead locust tree. They have an ugly and incomplete beauty, symbolizing the withering glory and destruction of all things.

The black mist-shaped head formed a pair of devil horns, with no mouth or nose, and only two lantern-sized crimson eyes looming in the black mist, with a red coldness that even made the devil's hair stand on end.

“Aww——————!!”

This is definitely the strangest and ugliest black mist-like monster that Andariel has seen in thousands of years. Like a butterfly from hell that has just emerged from its cocoon, it unfolds its thick demonic claws. His ancient wings spread out, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

Suddenly, the black mist erupted from the fog-like monster like a flood, swallowing up the sky and the earth.

Before they had time to react, in the eyes of Andariel, the twelve Sinking Demon wizards, and tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, the world that was originally covered in yellow sand was suddenly shrouded in a spreading thick fog.

It was as if they were forcibly pulled from the world of sand into another black world. The sky and the earth were filled with a black mist that made them tremble, and there was no more sand to be seen.

In the center of the black mist is the fog-like monster that looks like an insect, a bear, a dragon, or a demon. Its body has been enlarged countless times again. Its lower body is completely integrated with this black mist world. Its upper body is hundreds of meters high, and it is completely The black bone wings that spread out to cover a kilometer in radius were like the black World Tree supporting the world.

"boom--!!"

The sharp claws turned into a fist, and the punch hit the air hard. It seemed to hit something, making a dull sound. Where the fist hit, there were countless network-like cracks out of thin air, which continued to extend outward.

It was an invisible force formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons, and it was shattered by this big fist that shattered the sky and the earth.

"boom--!!"

Another punch, and the whole earth shook violently. Thousands of Sinking Demons fell to the ground helplessly, and a big hole appeared in the intact [Position].

"Ouch————!!"

A roar full of destruction came out of the fog monster's mouth again. It stretched out its huge claws, grabbed at the broken hole, and then roared and pulled hard to both sides.

"Click - click -"

The extremely powerful [Potential] collapsed.

From the beginning to the end, Andariel could only watch helplessly as the demon that made him fear from the bottom of his heart, with two fists and one claw, easily tore apart the [power] he relied on, with no way out...