Diablo Destruction

The fallen demons raised their heads and felt for the first time that this world was too crazy.

Even Andariel was rubbing his eyes.

Twelve pseudo-domain-level fallen magic wizards desperately hit their heads with the ghost-headed sticks in their hands. They felt that it was dangerous for a mage-type monster to have such hallucinations and not be able to figure out the reality of the illusion.

All the monsters once thought that this was a joke of another demon king - Belial, who was in charge of illusions and lies, because only he could do it to this extent.

Where did that giant demon with ferocious bone wings and black mist go? Like a pillar at the center of the world, it exudes such a surging aura of destruction, has such a huge size, and is such a conspicuous and terrifying existence.

Just disappeared in the blink of an eye?

No, in fact, before tracing the whereabouts of that huge demon, we should investigate something more fundamental, that is - where did the dark world shrouded in the black mist of destruction that I was originally in go?

Looking at the bright and clear blue sky above their heads, and the big brazier sun hanging high above, which gradually began to make their skin feel hot, the remaining thousands of fallen demons began to bang their heads on the ground in confusion.

Due to their insanity, today is simply supernatural to these battle-experienced little things. Perhaps they have experienced more brutal and bloody battles, but this kind of weird battle is unique.

From the original world of yellow sand, a battlefield dominated by one's own [power], he was suddenly pulled into a world of darkness. The adventurer who was originally a fish on their chopping block suddenly transformed into a fish that had never been in hell. The giant demon that he had encountered seemed to have leapt from ancient times and killed him like shit.

That's all. Why, why did it suddenly change and turn into this scene? ! !

This is deep in the western desert, boss. Even after emerging from that dark world, the sky is filled with yellow sand. How could it be the calm, sunny, and golden world now?

If all this is an illusion, who else but the Demon King Belial could trick himself into such a mess?

For a moment, this idea also grew in Andariel's heart. After all, this plan was all planned by Belial, and he was also the Demon King of Illusions and Lies. Together, these factors made it really difficult. Make people believe it has nothing to do with it.

However, if everything was just an illusion, what about those dead fallen demons? Where did you go?

Under a clear sky and a scorching sun, Andariel, his men, and nearly 10,000 monsters just stood there in the desert, confused and at a loss.

Shining under an inexplicable golden beam, even in the white light of the scorching sun, it stood out from the crowd and was very conspicuous. Seeing this scene, more than a dozen fallen demons subconsciously raised their heads.

The other Sinking Demons were all in a daze, and the movements of the dozen or so Sinking Demons that raised their heads seemed very abrupt, so they subconsciously followed the movements of the dozen or so Sinking Demons, raising their heads together, spreading from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to a thousand.

In the blink of an eye, all the Sinking Demons raised their heads, faced the dazzling sunlight, and squinted their eyes.

In the center of the sun, the most dazzling place, there seems to be... a black spot?

"Boom——!!"

The black spots grew bigger and bigger, fell down, and made a big hole on the ground. Then, wearing armor, a crown, and a pair of horns of the Demon King that symbolized majesty, nobility, and corruption, the sand was raised. The dust fell and slowly appeared in the sight of all monsters.

The clone of Azmodan, the Demon King of Original Sin, has finally arrived.

It turned out to be Lord Azmodan, who else did I think he was.

Walking through the illusion and reality, the Sinking Demon, who was almost out of his mind, was frightened. When he saw it was Azmodan, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the dozen or so fallen demons who raised their heads first still had a question in their minds.

What on earth is that golden beam of light that shines down?

Azmodan made his debut and fell like a meteor. He half-crouched in the pit and stood up slowly. His tall and majestic figure made all the fallen demons look up at him. His eyes flashed with a scarlet warlike light and he took a deep breath. , it looks like the three consecutive bursts of laughter that are necessary for the appearance of a villain boss are coming.

"Ha ha----!!"

Time suddenly stopped, and Azmodan's laughter stopped in shock.

No, it's not a pause, it's just slowing down a hundred times, a thousand times.

The fallen demons were about to go crazy, and again, the world changed in the blink of an eye. They felt like they were guinea pigs in the hands of the mage, being thrown into fire, water, buried in the ground, or It's a dangerous experimental magic circle, trying both physical and mental torture.

Just kill me! !

This is the cry of despair in the hearts of all the fallen demons at this moment.

But at the next moment, they immediately felt the difference of this change.

Wisps of huge golden beams gradually spread on the sand. The fine sand on the sand reflected the golden light and reflected each other, forming a golden world.

It was as if there was a vast and majestic hymn being sung in this golden world. It was like the holy light that could only be emitted by a hundred four-winged angels.

But if you listen carefully, it turns into the devil's tempting whispers in your ears, just like the legendary forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden that even the seraphim are tempted to commit suicide, causing these fallen demons to instantly fall and become lost. in.

Either upright or evil, it penetrated into the soul of every fallen demon bit by bit. Even the clones of Andariel and Azmodan, who originally had no souls, were lost and lost their ability to think.

All the emotions in the soul, such as doubt, fear, panic, anger, and despair, seemed to be washed away, leaving only blankness and tranquility.

Yes, tranquility, that is something these fallen demons have never felt before. Their souls are always filled with evil and killing. How to kill the enemy, how to divide their corpses, drink the hot blood, and eat fresh food. Their flesh and blood, killing and being killed, eating and being eaten, are the eternal themes of the fallen demon.

They felt that many things had been taken away from their souls, leaving them blank, open, and naked, bathing in this golden world.

Don't want to, don't listen, don't care, even forget everything around you, forget your own existence, only those eyes are attracted by the golden beam, in this world where time slows down a thousand times, slowly... , raising his chin bit by bit, as if on a pilgrimage, his eyes following the most dazzling golden beam.

In the sky, the figure bathed in a golden halo is the source of all golden light beams and the master of this golden world.

The scorching sun of the desert also retreated in this golden piece, taking back its proud sunshine and shrinking obediently behind the golden halo, becoming a foil. The golden halo replaced the existence of the sun. Spreading golden light all over the earth, openly announcing its huge existence.

When did the figure wrapped in the golden halo appear there? These fallen demons are incomprehensible. Just a few seconds ago, Azmodan fell from the sky, and it did not exist yet. But at this time, it was like the sun in the sky, as if it had been here forever, and it was unknown when it would come. , regardless of where you are going.

The figure bathed in the halo, the owner of this golden world, has a hazy figure, full of mysterious aura. It exudes the aura of heaven and hell at the same time, resembling both a fallen angel and a pure white devil. .

Between the puffs of golden light, they finally saw its appearance clearly.

It's him! !

The monsters were stunned.

Not only was he bound by their [power], but he also transformed into a huge demon, causing them to suffer several killings. It can be said that this human adventurer is the source of all their suffering.

At this moment, he transformed into this form again. No, it should be said that there was not much change. It was just that his eyes, those dark pupils, turned into a round of golden light, looking down at the ground with a god-like posture and majesty.

However, just a change in a pair of pupils is a bigger change for these monsters than before when they transformed into the huge demon.

After losing the ability to think, I don’t know how long it took. Finally, this golden world that seemed to be still seemed to have changed.

The scarlet pupils of tens of thousands of fallen demons reflected such a scene. The figure in the golden halo, the mysterious human adventurer, raised a long sword high.

What kind of sword is that? The Sinking Demon cannot be described in his crude language.

I just felt that as the long sword bathed in golden light was raised, the entire world, time and space seemed to be absorbed into it.

This sword is a world, and this world condenses into this sword.

He holds the authority of heaven and earth, and controls the life and death of all things.

World Sword?

The sword of time and space?

The eternal sword?

The sword of life and death?

It seems that it is not enough to explain everything about this sword. It is a higher level, more terrifying existence; an existence that even touches an impossible realm; an existence that is simply unimaginable with the wisdom of these fallen demons.

At this moment, the figure with golden halo completely merged with the sword. When the long sword was raised high and the tip pointed directly at the sky, the monster below suddenly felt suffocated.

They can't breathe.

Not only that, their bodies seemed to be suffering from some kind of terrible pain, and they twisted violently, and the scarlet skin surface began to disappear into spots of light.

This is a force they cannot understand. These monsters find that this space is repelling them, this world is repelling them, every inch of space around them, every floating particle, every grain of sand under their feet, is repelling them. Desperately rejecting their existence.

All things, the entire world, living, inanimate, and even empty time, are roaring, roaring to expel them, as if they are the only foreign objects in this world, things that should never appear.

What frightens them even more is that even their own souls are rejecting themselves. Seeing themselves being rejected by foreign objects, seeing themselves turning into little specks of light and disappearing, they are not surprised at all in their hearts. On the contrary, There was a surge of joy, as if this was a matter of course.

Even fear is gone.

Above the sky, the figure in the golden halo, the pair of golden pupils staring at everything below, without any emotion, that cold and majestic gaze, like a scale, looks at everything, filled with an almost cruel sense. and fairness.

When the tip of the sword was raised to the highest point, "he" took one last look at the ground. The long sword he held high turned into a graceful arc, pointed diagonally at the ground, his lips trembled slightly, and he made a low sound, but it resounded throughout the world and everyone on the ground. The syllables ringing in the ears of the Sinking Demon slowly sounded.

"die."

The tens of thousands of monsters whose bodies were twisted and whose skin gradually turned into spots of light seemed to have received their fate, and all of them disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

In the silent desert, tens of thousands of fallen devils and fallen devil wizards, including the twelve pseudo-domain elite fallen devil wizards, and the clones of Azmodan and Andariel, were indistinguishable and all disappeared out of thin air. , leaving no trace, their existence seemed to be swallowed up by this world, and even their footprints disappeared on the soft sand.

The world fell into silence again, until the long sword suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The golden world seemed to have lost its support and was fragmented. The figure lost its golden halo and closed its eyes. The body floating in the air was crooked. Falling down diagonally.

The sun that had been hiding behind seemed to have received permission and once again emitted the dazzling and overbearing sunshine. It was as if there were no tigers in the mountains and Hu Hansan, the monkey king, was back.

Although there is softer sand below, falling from a height of hundreds of meters after losing consciousness is not a good thing for adventurers.

But it doesn't matter, there is still our Holy Lady. A white light flashed across her chest, and the holy and beautiful radiance enveloped the falling body. In the white halo, the moonlight Lady Saint Alice with long hair fluttering, gently He gently hugged his beloved and floated down.

Pointing her toes to the ground, Alice gently placed the body in her arms on the sand. Her jade fingers couldn't wait to reach the tip of the other person's nose and probed for a moment before she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why do nothing good happen to me every time I wake up?"

Her troubled silver eyes blinked gently, and she raised her long and beautiful eyelashes. Our Lady Saint puffed her mouth and muttered. She saw someone sleeping soundly, and even a trace of light flashed at the corner of her mouth. The crystal clear water on the sleeping face could not help but anger coming from the heart, and evil coming from the side of the courage.

"Obviously he is just a servant, but he still wants me to take care of him. He always bullies me, rubs her face, and makes trouble when he is sleeping. He wakes me up but doesn't care. I'm willing to obediently ride a horse, work as a cow or a horse, just a servant, just a servant... Wuwuwuwuwu~~~"

Alice kept complaining in her mouth, as if to wake the other party up, and slapped the sleeping face left and right with moderate force. As a result, the more she muttered, the more unbalanced her heart became, and her hands I don't know whether the speed is speeding up intentionally or unintentionally, until it brings out an afterimage, and the sound of slapping is like a rainstorm...