On the way back, Mo Bei kept recalling in his mind the things that had puzzled him in the past, and discussed them with his friends.
There is no doubt that their group has attracted the attention of hell, otherwise they would not have opened the hidden boss of Serastek as soon as they saw Mephisto.
As for whether hell will parachute extraordinary power to wipe them out, Kane has actually expressed such concerns long ago.
Although airborne powerful combat power across planes requires paying an unimaginable huge price, in order to coordinate the dark exile and lead the three demon gods to the sanctuary, the Three Gods almost sacrificed all the power they had secretly accumulated for many years. If not for this, they would now be The anti-human forces that need to be faced are not just those members of the Wizarding Society who have no fixed residence.
But the fact that Lucien almost opened the plane transmission channel also made the old man feel scared. There is also the sacrificial altar secretly arranged by Belial in the city of Kardim, which seems to have a similar purpose, which also confirms the signs of the third invasion revealed by Duriel.
It is still unclear whether this is whether the Hell side is losing patience, or whether they feel that the time has come. And this sense of crisis has actually always shrouded the hearts of every human being in the shelter.
The discussion did not go smoothly, because various things did not point to the same goal. It seemed to be a mess caused by the intervention of many parties, and it seemed particularly complicated to maintain a temporary balance.
Although Perona has the strongest brain, she is not very good at reasoning.
The process of analysis and reasoning often requires bold assumptions and awakening inferences, but Perona's thinking lacks leaps and bounds. In the absence of key evidence, some unfounded guesses are more like bugs that hinder the operation of the program.
Therefore, apart from quickly listing all kinds of information on paper, she didn't even say a word during the whole process, and she regarded herself as a conference stenographer. Among the group of people, except Mo Bei, it was Ned who expressed the most opinions.
"Taking these things together... one of the results is that the combat power of humans, including us, is growing faster and faster. In any case, this is beneficial to us." Ned summarized briefly.
"Is what we have experienced accidental, or is it guided by some kind of guidance?" Milor rarely spoke.
Hearing this, Mo Bei fell into deep thought again.
Looking back, although they always had to deal with various crises, they still took the initiative, and the outcome of every encounter felt full of uncertainty even for themselves.
Andariel, Bartuk, and Serastek, many opponents had brought them to the brink of defeat, so he did not feel that the experiences of his group were guided by some kind of premeditation.
On the other hand, after Lucien's death, clusters of elite monsters began to appear throughout the Aranok Desert, and the number of adventurer deaths increased sharply.
After Belial's incarnation was killed, the situation in Harrogas also deteriorated. It seemed that every time the war process was advanced, it was related to their actions. There may be some kind of coincidence, but it also made him more certain that there was something wrong. Someone wants to balance both sides.
He suddenly remembered his previous suspicion that Rasma was still alive, and for no reason, he felt a little more certain in his heart.
If the first-generation Nephi innocently lived for tens of thousands of years and still moved around the world in a low-key manner, then what role did he play in these long years?
If these things are related to him, what are his motives?
When Mo Bei proposed this guess, everyone, including Serina, felt palpitations.
The first-generation Nephalem were people who lived tens of thousands of years ago. This time span alone is very appalling. In comparison, the old aunt four hundred years ago is not unacceptable.
"The Rasma Sect can still be passed down to this day after that level of purge. Although it is extremely low-key, it is still an extremely important force on the human side. If their founder is still alive, I think it is not impossible. It’s just that he probably also lost his extraordinary power after the Battle of Original Sin.” Serena started to analyze.
"Then shouldn't he be from our side? Why did he do those things, and how can he affect the rebirth of the demon projection?" Milor frowned in confusion.
"I'm just guessing, but if it's a check and balance between the two sides, it doesn't count against us. Didn't Ned say that one of the results of this check and balance is the accelerated improvement of human combat power. This man He didn't even intervene when his own sect was bloody purged, perhaps because after living for tens of thousands of years, he has become a detached being with no emotions."
Mo Bei smacked his lips, feeling that such speculation made his thinking more and more confusing. Maybe he should ask someone from the Rasma Sect?
Little did he know that while he was contemplating various mysteries, there were other people who were greatly confused because of them.
Deep in Cui Fanke's underground palace, a group of people groped forward with full vigilance. Tabetha's four-person team was also among them.
"What on earth does this smell like..."
One of them raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose. They could smell the bad smell when they went down to the second floor. It became stronger the further they went, and the choking smoke filled the air everywhere.
The loud noises and tremors coming from the depths of the underground palace made the teams that were clearing out the remaining monsters want to find out what was going on.
"It's like the smell of cremated corpses, but I don't know why it lingers so long. Logically speaking, no matter what the monster projection is transformed into, it will dissipate after a period of time."
"Be careful, there is a collapse ahead." Druid Feli warned, and a few scarlet beast eyes flashed in the darkness ahead, which was the mad wolf he summoned.
At this moment, these crazy wolves were patrolling back and forth around a pit on the ground, testing the solidity of the edge of the pit.
An assassin threw a rope to his companion, tied the other end to his waist, then boldly walked on the ground where the mad wolf had walked, successfully reached the edge of the pit, and threw a strong light crystal.
Obscured by the thick smoke, she could only vaguely see the situation below, but her expression suddenly changed.
The rest of the people followed closely behind, spreading out on the edge of the pit and looking down. They were all shocked by the unrecognizable appearance of the bottom of the underground palace.
"What...what's going on...can it be destroyed to such an extent? Such a thick barrier has been penetrated! Has the strong magic circle in this underground palace failed!?" Feli almost choked on the thick smoke that came up. , and finally understood why the smoke and the bad burnt smell were everywhere.
Hearing this, a barbarian beside him turned over his hand and took out an extended-level flange throwing ax, and threw it towards a stone pillar behind him.
The sharp sound of breaking through the air and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded almost at the same time. As a heavy throwing weapon, the flange flying ax hit the stone pillar and flew directly away, leaving only a two-finger-wide slash mark on the hard bluestone.
Obviously, the reinforced magic circle has not failed.
"Gan..."
The barbarian couldn't help but uttered a curse word, not to express dissatisfaction with the effect of the attack, but through comparison, he was hit hard.
Since the fall of Kurast, countless battles have occurred here, which naturally affected nearby buildings, but even the stone walls were rarely penetrated.
If it were him who wanted to destroy this place to this extent, forget it. . . Thinking too much. . .
It can't be done at all!
Thinking of the King of Hatred, Mephisto, who was entrenched here, a very challenging and powerful enemy for him, at this moment, he had an absurd idea.
Why don't you just hit Mephisto! ?
As for that! ?
Tabetha looked at the scene in front of her, her usual small mouth tightly pursed, looking particularly silent, and there was a bit of unwillingness in her eyes.
This gap is so huge that it makes people feel powerless. .
