Diablo Destruction

The entrance to the fourth floor was a narrow straight staircase. It was pitch black all around and there was not a single light. Even with my druid's night vision, I had to light a torch, and the dim light of the fire was instantly gone. The nearby scenery blurred.

This is an artificially carved staircase. The soles of the steps are made of hard underground rock formations. The texture of the stone layers still remains on the walls. The entire corridor is integrated without any stone paving or wall decoration. It looks simple and solemn.

In this quiet staircase, apart from the slight sticky sound made by Xiaoxue and I when their footsteps separated from the wet floor, there was only the "tick-tick-tick" sound of water dripping from unknown places, in the silence. The air seemed particularly harsh.

wrong.

Only then did I realize that Sister Sharna, who was less than two meters in front of me, made no sound at all. Even if I specially heightened my six senses and listened carefully, I could not detect the sound of footsteps and footsteps so close in front of me. The sound of breathing, if it weren't for the dim shadow in the firelight, I would even think that Sharna standing in front of me is just a ghost...

The further we go down, the wider the stairs become. Originally, the entrance could only accommodate two people passing side by side. Now, even two large trucks can pass side by side without any obstruction. The entire staircase spreads out towards us like a figure-eight shape.

The passage on the fourth floor is longer than the other three floors. After walking down for about ten minutes, I estimate that it is at least a hundred meters underground. If the entire tomb collapses now, even God will not be able to save it. We, and I suddenly realized this, walked a long distance with great fear. Every step of the stairs was more careful than usual, as if the whole ceiling would collapse if we applied a little force.

Fortunately, the Dark World does not seem to have such a civilization product as shoddy engineering. After that, I thought that this tomb has been tortured by the crackling fights between adventurers and monsters for thousands of years but is still strong. My courage gradually grew, and at this time the exit of the staircase had already appeared in front of me.

Standing in front of us is an arched ancient iron door. We can see through the vague firelight. The two rusty doors are engraved with many traces of angels, but they have been aged for a long time. The portraits, noses or faces were all blurred as if they had scars. But it does not affect our feeling of desolation and remoteness.

Sister Sharna stopped in front of me. Her sea-blue eyes reflected the red firelight, as if they were really burning. They were so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them.

She walked quietly to the door with silent steps, closed her eyes and listened carefully for a moment, then turned back and nodded at me.

"Acridine - ah -"

The rusty door made a hard shaking sound and slowly unfolded under the full push of her hands. Dim firelight shot out from the crack in the gradually cracked door, and a shiver of chill spread out in the already damp and cold passage.

After opening the space that could accommodate Xiaoxue's body, she stopped and looked back at me again. He took the lead and got in through the gap that looked like a devil's mouth. Following closely behind, the pets and I also followed.

A feeling of cold geological pressure suddenly spread through the 360 ​​pores in his body, and goosebumps popped up all over his body. This is not an effect of temperature. With the physique of an adventurer, it doesn’t matter even if you run naked in weather that is dozens of degrees below zero. Of course, no one will try it...

The air seemed to be suppressed by something, and the cold breath that hit the face made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. Even the little ghost hiding in the necklace kept moaning, "It's so scary. It's so cold..." "Screams like this, I seem to be able to picture this timid and pitiful little ghost in my mind, huddled up in a ball, holding its head in both hands, grunting and shaking its little head while complaining in extreme distress. …

After enduring the chill, what appeared in front of me was a rectangular hall, which was dimly illuminated by magic lamps instead of before. There were rows of torches stuck on the walls of the hall. It is said that these torches are imbued with eternal magic. It has not been extinguished since the tomb was built. Just take out even one of the torches here and sell them. You can become a millionaire immediately. Of course, you must have the courage to face the possible bs and punishments from the entire Dark Continent...

These torches emit a faint and cool light, illuminating the entire hall brightly. There are no monsters around the hall, only a row of four stone tombs lying quietly. If you think that there will be burial objects in the stone tombs, you will be filled with joy. Open it, then the first thing that welcomes you is probably a pair of big withered hands - these stone tombs have long been occupied by monsters, especially the ghouls, who have almost regarded the stone tombs as their own dwellings, and anyone who lifts the lid of the coffin will Adventurers will encounter their crazy counterattacks.

Sister Sharna has already taken out her own weapon, which is a javelin shining with golden light. It seems that she has made great gains in the past few months. Having said that, I still don’t have a golden javelin. Weapons.

At this time, Sharna's whole body was exuding an icy aura, which was not much weaker than the one emanating from the depths of the hall. Her delicate and beautiful facial features were tense, and her sea-blue eyes were condensed together like a wild beast. She revealed a strong bloodthirsty murderous intention as if there was a layer of ice, and her raised brows were raised high, making the smile at the corner of her mouth look even more chilling and terrifying.

She flexibly turned the javelin in her hand, and then pierced the tip of the spear accurately into the gap between the coffin lid. With a slight lift, the entire coffin lid flipped up.

"Click——"

The moment the coffin lid was raised, a pair of withered yellow claws suddenly stretched out from the inside and covered her left shoulder. However, what greeted the claws was a cold spear head. The owner of the claws - a hairy Huang's ghoul couldn't catch it, and could only watch helplessly as his chest hit the tip of the gun.

With a dull sound of "Whoosh -", the ghoul's speed allowed the tip of the gun to successfully pierce its chest. Then the gun handle was slightly raised, and the entire ghoul was thrown high into the air. The next moment , Senhan's gun tip has turned into an endless rainstorm and stabbed towards the target, and the ghoul's body seemed to be swept away by a machine gun. It was twisting all kinds of weird movements in mid-air, and when it landed with a "bang", it was already a tattered corpse riddled with holes.

As if she had just completed an extremely easy task, she walked directly to the next sarcophagus without even looking at it...

"..."

Although I have witnessed her fight with the old witch Kashana many times, the scene just now still made me sigh. In terms of pure skills and proficiency with her own exclusive weapons, Sister Sharna is almost close to Harrogath. adventurer. For her, the current first world lacked only levels and unlearned skills.

Many adventurers will use the genius among geniuses to interpret everything about Sister Sharna, but I understand that behind what they can't see, how much blood and effort my sister has put in.

While ordinary adventurers were still playing in the mud with runny noses at the entrance of the village, Sister Sharna didn't even have a chance to pick up the leftovers. After being kicked out of the tribe, she began to live in the forest full of wild beasts and traps. Struggling to eat a mouthful of bloody raw meat or a rotten and shriveled fruit; while other adventurers had just learned how to hold the wooden sword in their hands, Sister Sharna had begun to master the skills of snatching food from the mouths of beasts; When the other adventurers slit the hen's throat for the first time with trembling hands, trembling in fear from the spraying blood and the struggling corpse, hundreds of monsters had died in the hands of Sister Sharna. …

Full of talent and perseverance. She has a cold personality, speaks her mind, is bloodthirsty and has an untamable nature... No amount of words can fully describe her contradictory personality. This is Sharna, a beast rescued from the world of beasts. Even more than ten years of life in Rogge Camp cannot erase the wildness that has been integrated into her soul.

After recovering from the memory of her conversation with Kasha, Sharna had silently annihilated all the ghouls in the four sarcophagi. At this time, she was bending over to collect several silver coins and a small bottle that exploded on the ground. Put the light life potion in your arms.

"Just keep going."

She suddenly turned around, and her eyes as cold as venomous snakes made me freeze. I unconsciously took a step back - the woman in front of me exuded a strange aura. Is she still the sister Sharna who talks to herself in sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle tones?

"you--"

Seeing my look, she was slightly startled, blinked her eyes, her suffocating eyes seemed to melt like ice and snow, and finally relaxed, followed by a feeling of deep loneliness.

Yes, this is my true face. Even you can't accept me like this?

My heart felt like it was being twisted. Even so. Sharna still gritted her teeth silently and looked at the other party without saying a word.

"Sister. Let's go, Andariel is right in front of you."

In those dazed and unbelieving eyes, I dragged her left hand hard. Perhaps, without Kasha's words, I would be afraid and hesitant, but now, my only thought is to protect her.

After being dragged for several meters, Sharna finally reacted. The gloom in her eyes was swept away. The joy blooming all over her body was like the cold goddess of war suddenly showing her shy look, which made people unable to move their eyes. It's a pity that I, who is walking in front, am not blessed to enjoy this short-lived and peerless beauty...

Opposite the hall is a straight passage with nothing but a huge wooden door at the end. The endless chill is constantly emanating from there.

One of the four great demon kings, Andariel, the great demon king who claims to control torture and pain, is now only separated from us by a wooden door. Whenever I think of this, my heart beats "bang bang", and the hot-blooded patience in my whole body... I couldn't help but get excited, but I suppressed my restless heart because the protagonist today was not me.

"It will take more than a month for Andariel to be resurrected. Are you really..."

In front of the wooden door, Sister Sharna turned back again and looked at me with complicated eyes. This was her third confirmation.

"What's wrong with you, Sister Sharna..."

I grabbed her shoulders, and the confusion in my heart finally burst out.

"Didn't you vow to defeat Andariel before? I don't know what your purpose was, but you already have this strength, why are you still hesitating? Is the oath really not important to you? What you want to achieve Can we really give up our purpose like this?"

Something is wrong. From the moment I first met Sister Sharna, I felt something was wrong. This was not the cold and determined girl she usually was. The fragility shown on her face now made her look like a porcelain bottle. It seems like it can break into pieces with just a slight push.

I don't know what she is wavering about, and I don't know what exactly makes her waver, but I do know that fighting Andariel in this situation is simply looking for death.

"..."

"No, no, how could you just give up like that? I want them to regret it. I want to tell them that I, Sharna..."

Sharna, who was stunned by my words, lowered her head and murmured unconsciously. A terrifying momentum was violently tumbling in her silent heart, and it was possible to explode at any time.

I suddenly reached out my hand, pulled hard on that cold and angry face, and squeezed it gently...

It feels really good. Compared with Alice, it has its own advantages. But in terms of satisfaction, this one is better. After all, Alice can pull whenever she wants. There is no challenge at all...

Sister Sharna, who was caught off guard, suddenly raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes. This was probably the first time in her life that she had been bullied like this, and the target was her younger brother who she couldn't beat, so she stood there stunned, mouthing half a mouth. Zhang, couldn’t say a word.

"Where did the majestic and indifferent witch Sharna go? That is my Wu Fan's sister! I won't admit it when you are like this."

Before she could come to her senses, I patted her shoulder seriously.

Sweat~~If I wait for her to change her mind, I will be doomed...

"That's right. I didn't expect that I would be blinded by my past weakness. The way I looked just now was so embarrassing."

Her attention seemed to have been successfully diverted. Sharna slowly raised her head. The smile suddenly disappeared from her originally confused and painful face, and her eyes suddenly burst out with confidence and arrogance. It was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. At this moment, Standing in front of me is the queen of Rogge's camp, the arrogant witch Sharna.

After giving me a serious look, she turned around and walked towards the door. In that indomitable momentum, I finally vaguely realized that the biggest gap between me and her was not skills or experience, but that passion. The will, confidence and pride that permeate into the bones.

What I lack is this kind of fighting spirit that comes from the depths of my soul.

"Ey-"

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and an evil and cold gaze like a knife penetrated directly from the opposite side of the gap. In my mind, I imagined a scene like Shura hell - this is the demon king level. Powerful?

"What happened just now, I will settle it with you when I get back."

The pretense of cold scolding sounded like warm sunshine, waking me up from the evil shock.

The little figure in front of the gate paused for a moment, and his confident back grew taller in front of my eyes, intercepting all the surging coldness and evil in front of me...