Where did it go? Feeling timid? Scared? Hahaha----"
Seeing me meditating silently, Gamorro looked 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. ``. ``
At first, I didn't expect to meet 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 it passionate again. Gamorro, no, it should be said that all Balogs, and even most hell creatures, have a bad habit, and they like to torture their enemies. Watching The enemy's self-confidence becomes heavy, depressed, and frightened, until it becomes fearful and desperate. This is definitely the highest enjoyment for many hell clans.
But the Hell clan are not fools. Facing an enemy with similar strength to themselves, 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 having to worry 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 beauty make him unhappy?
So, 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 Gamorro. I formed a fan with my right hand and brought up an overwhelming flame and threw it towards him. The sharp claws wrapped in the flames had a few white sharp lights. Even if he is as strong as Gamolo, if he is rubbed, his skin will definitely be bruised.
"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 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 room to counterattack, with a cruel smile on his face. The dark red sword in his hand was gently moved, and the tip of the knife reached the chest of the sprinting man. It looked as if the other party couldn't think of it and rushed towards his own knife edge in a suicidal manner.
"Huh----?"
He let out a small exclamation. Because he saw it. Originally, I was destined to win this blow. Unexpectedly, the other party forced himself to one side of his body. Hide away. but. The hiding was not perfect. The chest still brushed against the blade. Leaving a long trail of blood. Maybe it looks easy. But Gamorro knew. Such a huge body. I want to react and dodge under this rapid speed. This is not difficult though. But it can't be learned immediately. At least. It's not that the skill in front of him is as childish as a baby in his eyes. The stupid bear who only knows how to rush recklessly can master the ground.
Opponents are improving. Like a dry sponge. Of course, I was teasing him at the same time. He is also crazily acquiring his own fighting skills.
What a terrifying natural instinct. Even Gamorro himself. Put yourself in their shoes. It is impossible to think that you can be like the other person. Learn so quickly.
interesting. An ugly smile appeared on his lips. But he is not worried about what changes the opponent's talent will bring to this battle. Because of the gap between the other party and oneself. It's not just about skills and experience. It is accumulated through thousands of years of fighting. A kind of perception reflected. A state of mind. An instinctive use of oneself. This does not matter how talented the opponent is. There is no certain amount of time to accumulate. It's impossible to learn.
It's said to be fast, but sometimes it's slow. These thoughts only flashed through Gamorro's mind. Then. He found that the other party had dodged his knife. He slumped sideways. Taking advantage of the situation, he bumped his entire shoulder towards him.
Tender hands are tender hands. This kind of attack based on body movements is the easiest to be seen through. A mocking smile flashed across the corner of Gamorro's mouth, his wings spread slightly, and he jumped back with both feet to avoid the attack. At the same time, it was already flapping its wings and flying into the air.
"Human, take a hellfire bomb from me. This is our signature dish in Balog. You should enjoy it, hahaha -
Gamorro, who was staying in mid-air, chuckled. After he finished speaking, his chest tilted back, and his muscular chest swelled. After condensing for a while, his throat bulged, and a thick dark red 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 and opened my mouth. A unique move that he temporarily named the Blood Bear Energy Cannon. A black energy ball with flashing lightning was formed in the mouth, and then gradually condensed and expanded. At the same time as the hell flame bombs in Gamorro were ejected, the bucket-thick black energy cannon was also launched. , even more coincidental. The trajectories of the two energy attacks turned out to be 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 offset the terrible attack. It is still unknown whether he can react to the opponent's extremely fast fireball. Therefore, this has to make people sigh at the power of instinct.
Just when I was feeling somewhat complacent about this extraordinary display of instinct, a dark red light flashed across from me. Before I could react, my eyes dimmed and I felt a burning sensation that penetrated my bones. All over the body. As if he was in the clouds, his body 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. Within ten miles, an appalling rain of molten lava actually fell, making the already scorched and desolate land even more so. Like 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 all black and charred. Staring at Gamorro with great anger, he wanted to tear him into pieces. If his body hadn't reached a point where he was almost immune to fire attacks, it would have been all of a sudden. It would cost you half your life.
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, avoiding the impact of the energy cannon, and the target remains unchanged. It shot down at me, and at the speed of the flames, I was blasted into the air without even understanding what was going on. However, Gamorro moved his body with great ease 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. As I continued to attack, I put up layers of defenses, trying to seize control of my body and 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 can't do what he wants. After releasing the violent power, I may not be able to wake up. I once again increased my strength to suppress the strength that had become even more crazy due to Gamorro's provocation. I roared and waved my hands, and two staggered flame arc slashes emerged from my hands and flew towards Gamorro in mid-air. I don't ask for merit, as long as I can force him down. I need to fight now, I need to keep fighting, keep realizing, and completely break through the fog in my heart.
The battle begins again.
At this time, countless adventurers are paying attention to this battle. Although most people can feel the collision of the two terrifying forces from a distance through the perception of power aura, it does not prevent them from concentrating on realizing that some of the Alliance adventurers in the Imperial City are not afraid of death and even intend to Go and take a look at the collision point of power to see what happened and what kind of monsters were fighting when they tried to use the teleportation station. But it was strictly forbidden by the elves for a very good reason. You were afraid of getting burned, so you could just go and die. If those two monsters were attracted here, wouldn't it be a disaster for us elves?
Faced with the elf's determination, the adventurer could only protest and mutter a few words in a low voice. Not to mention that the other party had a large number of people. To be fair, if he were the other party, he would not be able to let a monster of this level join in the fun. , who knows what trouble a careless move will bring to the entire Elf King City.
As for other elf adventurers. After receiving the order from the great elder. They are even less likely to disobey orders and join in the fun, themselves. The curiosity of the elves is also much smaller than that of humans, so. Lucia and the four of them were the only ones who actually saw the battle. Even though they were dozens of miles away, they could barely see two small dots intersecting each other, and then the strong energy flowed one by one. The stock blew over.
"grumble----"
While the three grown men were watching the landing attentively, Lucia still fixed her eyes tightly on Xiaoxue. Her big black and shining eyes had not blinked since the moment she looked at Xiaoxue. Poor Xiaoxue was so nervous by the other party. The gaze made his whole body numb, and his body shrank again and again, almost wanting to shrink into the cave. If the owner hadn't told him to protect these people, it would have planted Lucia's head in the soil long ago.
Then, there are the three of Arlanda and Artoria. Compared with the white wolf, Arlanda's wonderful magic monitoring allows them to see more clearly. Faced with this thrilling battle between giant beasts, this time Tokiya couldn't help but hold his 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 whether this battle would be successful. In terms of the impact it will have on the alliance between the elves and humans, if there is anything else in this world that causes 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?"
He moved his huge body easily and dodged 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 contemptuous look from the other party, 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 and having to deal with the battle at the same time, 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 fog 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 so 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 burst out with stronger power. However, I am not a bronze five. It is no problem to burst out to 120, but if I want to grow exponentially, I will far exceed my own. The enemy is 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. You can't 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 ban it. It's like suppressing your appetite, you can't even control your own instincts, you're a waste that you can't override."
Gamorro became more and more rampant. He felt that the opponent's mind was gradually collapsing. It was time for him to enjoy the results of the victory and struggle. Frustration, fear, despair, these are the most wonderful foods in our Barog. This is the meaning of our existence.
Just when he finished these words, the other party's attack suddenly stopped, and he bent over and froze 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, many questions welled up in Gamolo's heart, and he felt something was vaguely wrong. However, after struggling for a while, he chose to wait and see to see what happened to the opponent? Anyway, no matter what happened, there was a huge gap between the other party and myself. It's the only fact that won't change.
However. This became the biggest and last mistake of Gamorro in tens of thousands of years.
It was Gamorro's last words. It broke through the thin layer of white paper in my heart and the fog in my heart. A ray of light came in, followed by thousands of rays. In an instant, the whole soul was enlightened, and all the depression and troubles were dissipated in the light. The clouds and mist broke through and the blue sky was seen. This is probably how to describe this feeling.
From that last sentence, I finally understood the gap between myself and Gamorro, and finally understood what the other side of the paper was. 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 I must 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 all follow their own inertia. Without the enlightenment of others or a sudden enlightenment, they just can't imagine such a simple fact. The truth is the simplest, but human beings have spent tens of thousands of After years of experience and countless failures, I figured 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!!"
At this time, I had straightened my body, and a layer of black cyclone lingered all over my body. This was the ultimate state where the body was completely controlled by instinct, and the breath of madness, killing, and destruction completely exploded. In other words, the blood bear's instinct had been acquired. Control of my body and all my powers.
However, my consciousness was annihilated, 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 that can be sensed from his eyes actually represents the combination of calm consciousness and crazy fighting instinct. It is absolute calmness and absoluteness. A transcendent fighting realm formed by madness.
