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"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" 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 profession will be taken away, and even your life.
"Come on, just kidding."
I was shocked at that time, having been in Diablo for so many years. But I have never heard of being admitted as a professional
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"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 to life, nature, faith, and God. If it is abused or spread, there is no doubt that the God of Nature will take it away. Your role as a druid can, in serious cases, cost lives, even for those you teach."
"Then it will be okay if you pass it on to me. Has the Druid profession been taken away?"
I was taken aback and quickly looked up and down at Old Gallon. Well, it seemed that he had indeed turned into one. An ordinary farmer.
"Don't worry, I just said it. 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 but to listen carefully. When you feel that your life is not long and you want to pass it on, tell that incompetent student of yours. The name of this move, "
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. There is no substance, abstracted from the fragments of memory. I floated quietly in this void where I didn't know where to go, complaining 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 desecrate 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 force released by tens of thousands of fallen demons. Carlos's height is still too high, making him a pseudo-domain level adventurer. Being in the center of this situation, enjoying the one-on-one reception from thousands of fallen 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 force at all. Should I be grateful?
Andalil was standing in front, lowering his head and looking at himself with a condescending 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 need it in this life, and I didn't even want to think about it. It turns out that I still have such a powerful ability to press the box, so which one should I use?
The two memories of Cai Cai 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 speaking, it is like a meat grinder, which will be named happiness, anger, sadness, joy, whether it is love. Or hate, desire, responsibility, faith. These feelings, these desires, these restraints are used as raw materials, stuffed into the blood bear's body, and finally made into raw meatballs called the consciousness of destruction.
Blood bears don't need emotions or reason. It needs nothing but destruction, so. Its true power can only be exerted in a state of complete rage.
As for the crime and punishment trick, there is nothing to explain. The only thing I have to consider is after using it. Will he be recruited and lose his position as a druid and become an ordinary person with no power? This result is more terrible for the risk-taker than losing his life. Both options are terrible. , and the missing one will definitely be able to get out of trouble.
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. Fight monsters with Carlos and the others, this is 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.
Received the order from the main body, that guy Azmodan. Why haven't you 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, take a look!!"
Suddenly, Salida, one of the twelve elite wizards from the third world, screamed. His eyes followed Salida's fearful eyes. Andalil's heart suddenly tightened, and the ominous premonition finally dissipated, leaving it cold and cold. There was a strong emotion in my heart: run away now, it's still too late.
Looking around, he was in the center of the magic circle. The force united by thousands of fallen demons restrained them in mid-air, and the adventurer, who had no power to resist, suddenly twitched all over.
The face was suddenly distorted to an incredible degree, the mouth opened wide, and a meaningless low roar came out. All the limbs were bent and swollen at an extremely unnatural angle, and the skin was split. A large amount of blood spurted out, instantly turning him into 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.
Black mist rolled. The roar coming from inside gradually became louder, with destruction without any emotion, and gradually condensed into a black mist-like monster that was dozens of meters high.
There is no entity, formed by the black mist that exudes the purest aura of destruction, and the lower body is like a bloated insect body. The upper body is in the form of a demon. A pair of demon hands as thick as the waist are spread out, and the sharp claws strike lightly in the void. The force formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons broke through a huge hole.
Behind it is a pair of deformed, asymmetrical black bone wings. After unfolding, it looks like the branches growing out of a bare dead rose tree, with an ugly and incomplete beauty, symbolizing the prosperity 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.
"Ouch".
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, black mist erupted overwhelmingly from the fog-like monster like a flood. Devouring 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 covered by the spreading thick fog.
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It's like being abruptly removed from the world of sand. As if being pulled into another black world, the sky and the earth were filled with black mist that made them tremble, and there was no more grain of sand to be seen.
In the center of the black mist is the insect-like head. The mist-shaped monster that looks like a bear, a dragon, or a demon, its body is aimed countless times again. The lower body is completely integrated with this black mist world. The upper body is hundreds of meters high, and the black bones cover a kilometer in diameter when fully unfolded. The wings are simply like the black World Tree supporting this world.
"Boom!!"
The sharp claws turned into fists, and the punch struck the air hard. It seemed to have hit something, making a dull sound. Wherever the fist struck, countless network-like cracks appeared out of thin air, extending outward.
It was an invisible force formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons." At this moment, 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 fallen demons fell to the ground helplessly, and a big hole had appeared in the intact momentum.
"Ouch!!"
A roar full of destruction came out of the fog monster's mouth again. It stretched out its huge claws and grabbed at the broken hole, then roared and pulled hard to both sides.
"Click click click"
The extremely powerful force collapsed.
From the beginning to the end, Andariel could only watch helplessly as this demon made him fear from the bottom of his heart. With two fists and one claw, he can easily tear apart the force he relies on, and there is nothing he can do about it."
The Midnight Blackout is finally out, but no one can guess the form of the protagonist's realm. This is not the case now.
