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It was an overwhelming scarlet sinking demon. The desert is dyed red and looks like a pot of scarlet stinky blood that is constantly stirring, spreading the evil breath that can corrode the filthy soul of the human body.
The number of fallen demons, probably more than ten thousand, gathered together without a trace of impurities, like evil cuckoos blooming all over the mountains and plains. They were like blood drops, filled with red and black gas, with a crazy and filthy hellish beauty. This spectacular sight was even in the midst of two monster attacks. I have never seen it before. I can only see it in Bisubosu's lair in Rogge Camp.
But it's different. Whether it's the first world or the second world's Bisu Bosu's lair, I have seen it. Although the quantity is not inferior to my eyes, the quality is far from comparable to this group of powerful, violent, destructive and naked people. Compared with all the fallen demons I have seen before, the fallen devil with shrewd eyes that have experienced many battles is as fragile as a toy.
But I have never seen such a fallen demon before! !
The memory that was about to be extinguished in my mind suddenly came to life under the strong stimulation. Yes, that's right. I remembered that I had seen such a guy who looked exactly like him! !
It was more than two years after I came to the Dark World, probably because of a certain opportunity that attracted the attention of Demon King Andariel. At that time, it sent such a thing to the Rogge camp in the first world, which happened to be opposite to me. superior. In the end, he was sent back to his hometown to get married.
That fallen demon is a fallen demon entity from hell! !
With hidden eyes, Carlos and the others looked at each other and saw the shock in their eyes. They seemed to have guessed that there were probably tens of thousands of fallen demons. They were real demons from hell. Although the butchers and their powers were not necessarily as powerful as here. The monster is much stronger but more cunning. "Insidious, evil, bloodthirsty and cruel" is not an exaggeration even if all the negative and vicious words are thrown at them. The most important thing is that these fallen demons who came out of hell have experienced hundreds of battles!
The powerful aura emanating from these fallen demons gathered together in a strange way. I don't know how to describe it specifically. If you explain it in geek terms, that's fine.
Each Sinking Demon is like a component of the Metamorphic Net. These components fit together perfectly and eventually form a huge mechanical monster that oppresses us so much that we can't breathe. Its body dominates the sky, swallows clouds, and its eyes are like thunder. It seems to destroy heaven and earth.
That's probably the feeling, right.
"Ouch!!"
A thundering roar came from the center of the array. I saw a bent figure in the center of this blood-stained red carpet slowly stood up and finally stood completely upright, spread out his hands and raised his body high, letting out the dark and majestic roar just now. The two-foot-tall body stood so tall and majestic in the center of the girl-like fallen demon. Inviolable.
Look from afar. All that can be seen is that the figure's head is like a Medusa, with a spiritual shape rising into the sky, as dazzling as an eternal fire of the sun.
Just by seeing this unique head and that female body, we can already guess her identity without thinking. She is the Great Demon King Andariel!
Fortunately, the Andariel in front of us is not the real body. Judging from the aura emanating from it, it seems to be just a clone. What really overwhelmed us was the tens of thousands of fallen demons that used a strange method that they could not understand to use their own aura. The aura of hell emitted by the combined body is the same as the arrival of the demon king's true form. It is so huge and dark that people can feel that wherever these fallen demons go, the huge aura of darkness will instantly turn that place into a human world with no grass and no life. hell.
I don’t know what Andariel meant by running all the way from Rogge’s camp.
The next moment I understood why. After Andariel appeared, the aura composed of tens of thousands of fallen demons suddenly showed signs of life. These fallen demons let out excited and cruel screams. As if after exploding its armor, Unit 1 roared loudly and spread its stance to sweep across the entire desert! !
I trust Sister An is the boss of the Sinking Demon. Of course, coming here can play a role in inspiring the morale of the army and even serving as a centerpiece.
After thinking about this, I began to blink my eyelids in frustration. I couldn't move my whole body without being noticed by the monster on the opposite side, and all I had left was my eyelids.
And those twelve pseudo-domain-level elite fallen magic wizards! !
After Andariel appeared, the twelve fallen wizards who surrounded it had a special place in this scarlet carpet. caught my attention.
After taking everything in his eyes and missing nothing, he quietly used his hands and feet in a slightly funny and awkward way to keep retreating until we retreated from the sand dune. Only then did we dare to stand up and get to know each other. We covered up our momentum and ran away as fast as we could.
After more than ten kilometers, everyone gathered together panting, their eyes rolling. Communicate this kind of shock.
"***What on earth is going on?...Fortunately, Izuru never gave up, but now the voice of Seattle Cooking is amusing※
Too powerful. Too powerful. The entities of tens of thousands of fallen demons are twelve elite fallen magicians who have reached the advanced level of the pseudo-realm. Coupled with Andariel's clone, this hellish army that requires strength, experience, experience, and brains is already qualified to sweep the second world.
But what's with that terrible smell? The most terrifying thing inside is not Andariel's clone nor the twelve pseudo-domain-level fallen magic wizards.
It is precisely the auras of the ten thousand fallen demons that seem to be the weakest that fit together perfectly, no matter how powerful they are, they at least display the momentum. In my opinion, it is no different from the real arrival of the devil.
I saw this similar phenomenon a while ago. Even when the mages on the city wall performed magic together, their mental fluctuations showed signs of merging, forming a greater and breathless power.
It's just that the momentum of hundreds of mages combined is far inferior to the tens of thousands of fallen demons just now in terms of quantity, quality, and compatibility. This makes me feel an inexplicable sense of self-deprecation despite my fear. When did our career changers' mastery and use of momentum become inferior to that of a small fallen demon?
"What is going on with those fallen demons? Why are they obviously the weakest guys but they can exude the most terrifying aura?!"
After I had a vague understanding in my heart. Seattleke, who had a big barbarian mouth, looked at us shamelessly.
"Huh? Didn't Teacher Kasha tell you?"
Carlos seemed to be more surprised than us. He glanced at the other three and Sister Sharna pursed her cold and arrogant lips as if she knew something. Seattle Lake looked at a loss. Carlos was surprised by Seattle Lake's confusion.
What's going on?
Why do Seattle Ke and I, who were both taught by old drunkards, feel ostracized by our teachers and classmates?
"No, Seattle Lake must know this. I still clearly remember you standing aside when Teacher Kasha talked about this knowledge."
Carlos said with great certainty.
"You really don't remember what Master Kashajian taught us when we were students?"
"Is this the case? How come I completely forgot that when I was a student, it was fifty or sixty years ago. I'm so lucky you still remember it. Speaking of Carlos, do you still remember what I was doing at that time?"
Seattlek asked coaxingly while inserting his little finger into his nostril and picking it around.
"Remember when Teacher Kasha taught you these things, you were looking around and doing the same thing as you are doing now."
Carlos pointed expressionlessly at Seattle's nose-picking behavior.
I:"
It seems I made the mistake of blaming the old drunkard.
"Haha, thank you for remembering me. You have a good memory, my brother."
Rao is Seattle Ke, who is as thick-skinned as a steel mallet. I couldn't help but smile and pulled out my little fingers, and there was a sticky thing sticking together.
Isn't this guy disgusting?
"As for Junior Brother Wu, I don't know much about it."
Carlos looked at me with the same eyes as "Could it be that you looked at me like Seattle when Teacher Kasha was teaching?"
"Why?"
Is it true that I made a silly response? Why don't I remember? The only thing I'm sure of is that even if I was in a fuzzy state at the time, I would never be like this guy from Seattle who was uncivilized and picked his nose in public.
"Forget it, I will tell you again on behalf of Teacher Kasha. Don't forget it again or you may lose your life."
Carlos, the three good students, probably despaired of us two bad students. He sighed deeply and Seacoat and I hurriedly sat up straight and looked like we were all ears.
When the book comes to use, the only people I will talk about less are the two of us now.
"Listen carefully, even the power of thousands of physical fallen demons cannot compare to one real demon king. The gap between the two can no longer be made up by quantity."
Moisturizing his throat Carlos began to enter teaching mode.
"But why can it exude an aura that is not inferior to that of the Demon King? This is related to what I want to explain to you now."
Carlos paused when he said this while trying to arouse our curiosity for knowledge while deeply remembering it. The calm eyes full of knowledge looked at the two of us.
I really can't see this guy as a teacher. There is also a certain sense of purpose.
"Position!!"
The word that came out of his mouth was as heavy as a thousand pounds for Seattle and I, and we felt a sense of enlightenment in our hearts.
"We call this ability powerful. The combined strength of ten thousand fallen demons is indeed not as strong as one demon king, but the momentum they perfectly fit together can force the demon king's true form to come."
Carlos's face darkened slightly when he said this.
"In the first and second worlds, this kind of ability is not common. Monsters who are projections and clones. No matter how large the number is, they cannot form the so-called potential. But in the third world, this kind of potential is necessary for us to fight monsters. Adventurers who are equipped to reach the third world must first learn
Integrating into everyone's momentum is the only way to fight a huge number of monsters. Otherwise, even if there are thousands of comrades around you, you will feel like you are fighting alone. "
"So that's it."
Seike and I suddenly realized that it was not difficult to understand the reason why we nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Moreover, we already had such vague guesses. Carlos's words were like a signpost, guiding our guesses to the right path.
"Potential is a very scary thing. I'm afraid you have experienced it firsthand just now. The pressure it generates is dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than our adventurer field. Let's ask ourselves how much we can exert under the pressure just now. Full strength? I’m afraid it’s less than 50%.”
Carlos looked at us and had to admit this fact. I nodded dejectedly. Even Sister Sharna did not deny it out loud.
"This is still quite a distance away. If we were directly surrounded by this force, with the strength of our pseudo-realm, we would not even have the strength to stand upright under that huge pressure. So in the third world It is difficult for a lone ranger to survive in the face of those monster groups that gather in groups and are larger than a large group to form even a small momentum!
Huh?
Why does my sixth sense produce a deep chill in one of Carlos' words? Could it be that Tragedy Halo is about to happen again? No, bastard! ! ! !
"But I didn't expect that these stupid fallen demons could also generate power." The third world is really not something to be underestimated. "
These people completely ignored me holding my head and moaning while talking. Seattlek took Carlos's words and tilted his head in confusion. It seems that I thought of the third world too simply in the past.
"No, I deny Seattle's last sentence, but I have to correct Seattle's previous sentence. Just now, Carlos Luo Yin shook his head.
"The generation of potential has nothing to do with intelligence or stupidity, so the stupidity of the Sinking Demon cannot be used as an example."
Probably the teacher thought Carlos was addicted to moisturizing his throat. Continue to make up lessons for our two students who are sitting upright.
"The first are several factors that produce divination. As I just said, at least there must be a soul core, which is real life. Only things that truly have life can produce self-awareness and turn the emotions released from the soul into , potential is the essence of potential. This is the reason why the monster projections and clones in the first and second worlds cannot generate potential no matter how strong they are and how many there are."
Seeing our surprised expressions. Carlos nodded with satisfaction and continued.
"Second" potential! The production of requires that every individual in it has a certain degree of compatibility. This kind of compatibility is what we adventurers call teamwork. An adventure team that truly integrates the entire team into an individual can even instinctively maintain the same breathing rate during battle. "
"So this kind of cooperation that has been tempered for a long time has nothing to do with whether it is smart or not. It has nothing to do with whether the hell demons can hone their strength." It pays more attention to three major aspects. The first is whether they are of the same race; the second is whether the fighting methods are the same; and the third is whether they are of the same race. Possess this pure evil heart.
"For example, a group of sunken demons and a group of death knights may not be able to achieve power no matter how hard they practice. Because they are of different races. For the sunken demons, the death knights are the superior ones at the top of the food chain; their attack methods are also different. The Sinking Demon is a melee combatant, while the Death Knight is the main ranged auxiliary in melee combat. Finally, the Death Knight is much more arrogant and cunning than the Sinking Demon. It is impossible to cooperate with them, so there will never be any power between them. On the contrary, a group of people who are purely for killing. And the living Sinking Demon is the easiest to produce."
"Carlos, according to what you said, we adventurers can also easily generate! Potential?" Seattle Ke, who was transformed from a skipping boy to a good student, raised his hand and asked.
"You're right. Under the pressure of the current situation, we adventurers who are determined to drive out the demons are the ones most likely to develop such a thing.
At this point Carlos smiled slightly.
"However, because the number of people in each adventure team simply does not meet the minimum requirements for power generation, everyone does not know much about this ability. This is related to the alliance's strategy. There is no need to rely on flying power in the first and second worlds." The third world will naturally have experienced
Many friends who go out to work go home during National Day. Let Xiaoqi's dream of staying home and having sex come to naught. I was dragged out by them today to play for a whole day. I originally wanted to sit down and push the plot to the climax. It seems that it can only be divided into two chapters. The next chapter will be in the middle of the night. Xiaoqi won't sleep tonight, huh.
Precaution: I bow and thank my book friends. There is no system for posting rewards for Yasheng Bukai Chong. Xiaoqi has no way to reward or top the tips. I apologize.
