Diablo Destruction

"Junior Brother Wu, your control is getting better and better."

It has been half a month since we returned to the camp. On this day, Carlos, Seattle and I were still fighting and killing at the training ground, receiving devilish training from the old drunkard. After a melee, we recovered from the moon wolf state. Carlos, who was panting, took a few steps forward, patted me on the shoulder and praised me.

"It's still far from enough. If you take it seriously, I won't be able to support you for ten minutes."

I replied somewhat depressedly, if Carlos was very energetic, I would have no power to fight back. Just like before, I was suppressed miserably.

Some people may say that in the finals of the martial arts competition, wouldn't it be possible for him to fight Carlos as well as he had just learned how to transform into a moon wolf? Why is it that after several months of training now, the more you get into trouble, the more you go back?

Please give up this idealism of the protagonist as soon as possible. Compared with when I first learned how to transform into a moon wolf, I have indeed made a lot of progress now, especially after the battle with Yizuer, I learned a lot of freezing power from it. With its application and display, the speed of improvement has increased by leaps and bounds in recent times.

However, improving yourself does not mean that others will stand still and let you catch up. Especially Carlos, whose talent is astonishingly high to begin with, and his strong motivation to regain Angelelle from the Angel Clan, combined with the training of the old drunkard. , the rate of progress is faster.

Now, Carlos's melee combat skills are not inferior to Seattle's. You must know that in the martial arts competition half a year ago, Seattle's was still able to overpower Carlos in melee combat. Moreover, during this period, his training time was no longer than that of Seattle's. Loss is less, but on the contrary, there is much more. This shows Carlos' progress.

It doesn't mean that Seattle's talent is worse than Carlos's. A fighting maniac like him has a stronger obsession with power than anyone else. The reason for this is because his current power has reached the peak of the pseudo-realm. She is in the bottleneck period, just like a woman who is ten months pregnant. When fighting, the strength in her body always has a shyness that "cannot speak yet, but still holding the pipa half-hiding", which makes Seattle, who always loses control at critical moments. Damn, I feel very depressed and can't learn anything well.

If he can get through this level, he will break through the pseudo-realm and reach domain-level strength. At that time, he will usher in another peak of growth.

As for me, it’s depressing to say that the gap between Moon Wolf Transformation and Carlos has widened. On the one hand, it’s because even though I have the protagonist’s halo cheat, I still lose to Carlos in terms of improvement speed. On the other hand, it’s because of the old drunkard. teach.

You know, in the finals with Carlos, when he first learned how to transform into the Moon Wolf, Carlos still had some concerns about my insight and illusion ability. However, in the past few months, the old drunkard has been dedicated to how to deal with me. His insight and illusion skills gave Carlos a small start, but now he has been severely restrained.

There is no way, who has not mastered his insight and illusion, especially his insight, he is always tempted by the flaws that Carlos sells and is counterattacked. In the final analysis, the combat experience is still quality. There is a gap. Once Carlos finds a way to crack it, the heart of insight cannot make up for this gap.

On the other hand, just like Seattle, my Moon Wolf transformation has also fallen into a strange bottleneck. It is strange because unlike Seattle, it is in a critical state of breaking through the pseudo-realm, and even the pseudo-realm cannot be reached. The threshold of the field has not even been touched. The strange thing is that although I have mastered the freezing power to a certain extent and am confident that I can control more power, I still feel like I can't hold back my energy.

I tried the blood bear transformation, and I was in a relatively low state. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't improve much. It seemed that it wasn't the moon wolf transformation that had a problem, but my entire power system. Something happened.

This made me depressed but also relieved. After all, I was familiar with the blood bear transformation. There was still a clue to find out what went wrong. If only the moon wolf transformation that I was not familiar with had emerged. Problem, finding the cause is even more troublesome.

"Boy, have you found out the reason?"

The old drunkard held the wine bottle in one hand and walked over with drunken steps. Before anyone arrived, the smell of alcohol came over him.

"I'm not sure, maybe it's because of the level. After all, I've been at level thirty-nine for a while. Maybe if I upgrade a few levels, the power of Moon Wolf and Blood Bear can continue to improve."

I thought for a while and replied. I opened the attribute box and looked at the experience points. There was still a little bit left. I just had to go outside and kill a few groups of fallen demons to get enough experience to reach level 40.

"Well, I think it's probably the reason for this. Don't underestimate level just because of experience and skills. Level, attributes and skills are the three foundations of our adventurers. If we don't lay a good foundation, we won't be able to learn anything. "

The old drunkard nodded and said, just as a teacher, her rich experience and every suggestion cannot be described in words. If her bad character can be ignored, overall, He is still a respectable person.

Having said that, the camp has been much peaceful during this period. The fundamental reason is that Seattle Ke pesters the old drunkard for training every day, which saves her a lot of time to cause trouble. Occasionally, when she goes to the bar, she can hear the surprise and joy of the bosses.

Only Old Man Farah's private experiments became intensified due to Akela being given a few days off during this period. Not only during the day, but also at night, when he was sleeping, he could occasionally hear explosions that resounded over the entire camp.

"By the way, have you made up your mind, kid?" The old drunkard suddenly asked after taking a sip of wine, letting out a satisfied "ha" and blowing out the smell of alcohol that made people stay away.

"What have you thought about?"

I asked, rolling my eyes in disgust and taking a few steps back.

"Didn't I just mention it to you a few days ago? You never took my words to heart, you bastard!" The old drunkard stared and smashed the wine bottle over, but I dodged it deftly.

"A few days ago...oh, I remembered it." After thinking for a while, I finally knew what the old drunkard was asking.

"You should change your mind."

After giving me a speechless look, the old drunkard made a suggestion that even I thought was pertinent.

A few days ago, when I was going home with an old drunkard, she once asked me about the future development path of her own physical strength.

Although both the blood bear transformation and the moon wolf transformation are very strong, this strength is based on the strength of the main body to a certain extent. In other words, the stronger the main body, the stronger the transformation will be. This is something even a fool knows.

Therefore, where should my ontology develop? This is indeed a question.

As a body, a thirty-ninth level druid, I have not even reached the state of mind now. The state of mind is a state that can be achieved by understanding. With the transformation of moon wolf and blood bear, I have the strength. Once you arrive, you can cross this hurdle effortlessly.

But the problem is that my Moon Wolf and Blood Bear have broken the precedent. One person has two states of mind at the same time. This is also the problem. After my own body has enough strength, which state of mind should I choose to develop? Is it the heart of madness or the heart of insight? Both are advanced states of mind, making it difficult to choose.

In some ways, the choice of state of mind determines the future path of an adventurer, so I have no choice but to choose carefully.

Of course, there is another way, which is to choose neither of the two, rely on your own breakthrough, and gain a state of mind ability again. Anyway, it is unprecedented for a soul to have two states of mind. Then try to create a third state, come on A three-party battle is not an unprecedented thing. It is called that. By the way, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

In fact, no matter what kind of power I develop, the old drunkard guesses that as long as my body reaches the pseudo-realm strength, through the accumulation of the body, the blood bear and the moon wolf, the overall strength will break through the pseudo-realm and reach the realm level. This kind of adventure will not be possible in other adventures. A level that is difficult to climb to the sky in the eyes of an observer is as easy as drinking boiled water for me.

Of course, it must be noted that in unlucky times, drinking boiled water can also cause strangulation.

Therefore, as long as I can survive the experience and upgrade without dying, it will be a matter of course for me to reach the level of the domain. There will be no bottlenecks. The problem is that the old drunkard thinks that my body has developed a state of mind other than the two. , creating a third pseudo-realm. The combination of these three different pseudo-realms will form a domain strength that will...

Well, that's a little more interesting.

Wouldn't it be stronger? If it's just more interesting, why should I bother? ! !

"With the realization of the three pseudo-realms mixed together, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to merge into the synthetic realm and will explode and die?" I looked at the old drunkard with dissatisfaction.

"Anyway, if you can't combine the three, you will explode and die, so now it's almost the same as the two." The old drunkard explained.

"..."

After all, the result is still the same - Aren't dead pigs afraid of being scalded by boiling water?

"Let it go."

I rolled my eyes and decided in my heart that unless there was a chance encounter, I would choose one of the two states of mind and break through directly. Who has the spare time to start all over again just for fun?

As for which one to choose, let’s talk about it at that time. If nothing else happens, I will decide by tossing a coin.

"Let's put this aside and talk about it later. You can help me see this trick again."

As I said that, I transformed into a moon wolf, and a large amount of freezing air gathered in my hands, forming a whirlpool-shaped ice mist that looked like a mini nebula. Then, I held my hands together, and the ice mist spread out from my hands. It turned into a super giant sword with a length of more than ten meters and a width of nearly two meters.

It was during the Battle of Kalos that he realized the Minato Decapitator Sword (tentative name).

Compared with before, this frozen giant sword has been very different. The broad and thick sword body, although not sharp, has a white mist swirling on it, like a huge vacuum cleaner. The smaller one on the ground The stones were all sucked up by the mist, frozen into an ice lump, and then shattered into countless bright ice crystals.

In the past, after condensing into the ice decapitation sword, I could not control the powerful freezing power in my hand and could only swing it out quickly. Now, I can use it as a weapon for a period of time. Although I cannot control it for too long, The power of the Ice Beheading Sword is obvious to all.

To put it simply, this move is a super enhanced version of the frozen sword used against Yizuer.

The layer of mist surrounding it was imitating Yizuer's dark blue ice ball, with its terrifying suction force. At that time, Yizuer used the dark blue ice ball, and even Moon Wolf's speed could not escape that huge attraction. But now that I am imitating it, I can't even suck in larger rocks. The difference is simply incomparable.

But don't worry, you have to eat your food one bite at a time. If Yi Zuer's moves are really so easy to learn, then his title of the best warrior in the world will be in vain.

Regarding the use of this aspect, I still need to ask the old drunkard for advice. After all, she eats more salt than I eat when it comes to the use of power.

"Well, not bad, there are some prototypes."

The old drunkard was not afraid of frostbite, so he put his face up and carefully observed the sword that exuded strong mist for a while. It was rare that he did not laugh at the suction force emanating from it, which was as powerful as a child's slingshot.

"Have you already thought of a name? Isn't it just like your blood bear energy cannon? As you use it, the temporary name becomes a permanent name."

As he said this, the old drunkard showed a look of disdain on his face. Carlos on the side also twitched his facial muscles slightly. Beidou was so sentimental that he could only give up the naming rights to this guy in front of him, which would become the best thing in his life. Failed decision.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me, I've already thought of a name."

"..."

"What does this [better not to say it, I don't want to know at all] expression mean? Didn't you ask first, huh?!" I glanced at the three of them, showing an impatient expression.

"I suddenly lost interest, so let's just listen for a while." The old drunkard picked his ears, blew a breath, and responded casually.

"Hmph, you will be shocked when I hear the name." Dissatisfied with the old drunkard's attitude, I swung the giant sword hard, and the cold air on the sword spread wantonly, instantly freezing the ground under my feet.

"I think I'll be shocked." The old drunkard said with a slightly subtle expression.

"Listen up, you humble humans, the name of my move is [Super. Martial God Tyrant Slash], do you hear it clearly? Hahahaha~~~"

"..."

"Why don't you say anything? You shouldn't be so surprised, right?"

"You! Are you an idiot?!"

The old drunkard looked indifferent, pointed straight at me, and complained mercilessly without hesitation.

"Why, what's wrong with this name? Isn't it great? It's handsome and domineering!" I tried to correct their distorted values.

"Tacky, so tacky. Only an idiot who has studied every word in knight novels a hundred times would choose such a name."

"Vulgarity is elegance, and simplicity is king!!"

"It's so popular, so easy to understand. Why don't you just change your name to Wu Baqi? It's easy to understand, right? I'll just call you Wu Baqi from now on, no domineering!!"

"Don't...can't I change it?"

After succumbing to the old drunkard's power, I thought about it for a moment. Indeed, not all names can satisfy the condition of being both vulgar and elegant. Just like stinky tofu and feces, although they are both smelly, they are delicious. , but one cannot be eaten at all.

Popular...is it still easy to understand? In other words, is it necessary to achieve the state of great sound and sound, the invisible state of elephants?

After taking a look at the long, square ice sword in my hand, I had the answer in my mind.

"Let's call it [Possicle]. This name is simple and easy to understand. You can understand it as soon as you hear it." I said loudly, holding the ice sword high.

"The contrast is too great! The contrast is too great, you idiot, why is [Super. Valkyrie Slash] followed by [Possicle]? Do you only have [Dragon Slayer Knight] and [Slime] in your mind? ?!!”

As a result, this time, the old drunkard grabbed me by the collar and complained.

"Dragon-slaying warrior aside, what's wrong with slime? Isn't it cute? It's soft and bouncy..."

"..."

The old drunkard had a big mouth, and his face showed a desperate gray color. He let go of his hand, staggered a few steps, and walked staggeringly in front of Seattle Lake and Carlos. He solemnly held their hands and said with tears in his eyes.

"The responsibility of saving Darkness falls on you two."

Hey hey! !

"Hurry up and change it back. Just call it the Ice Beheading Sword. Don't change anything. Just call it the Ice Beheading Sword!!"

"Why do you have to decide my moves, ah!! I have decided that I will never give them any other names except [Super. Martial God Slash] and [Poll Popsicle]. I will choose from these two. select!!"

Seattleik and Carlos, who were watching, were stunned at the argument. They looked at each other, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and quietly ran to the training ground to practice.

As a result, this fruitless quarrel, despite the old drunkard's many attempts to intimidate him with force, continued until the sun went down. The dry-mouthed old drunkard had no choice but to give up. With a look of despair on his face, he supported himself. The shaky body returned to its old nest.

This was a great victory. Facing the pale back of the old drunkard who disappeared into the sunset, and my head covered with bruises stabbed by the handle of the spear, I made a V-sign.

"How about just calling it [Alice's Popsicle]?"

During dinner, I continued to talk about this great victory with the girls, and I was still talking about it. Suddenly I remembered the move I used to transform into a blood bear [Villas' pan].

Is it possible to add some prefix? I suggested after glancing at the little ghost.

"Forget it, I don't want to be thought of as a fool."

The little ghost chewed the after-dinner snack - a dazzling, complete diamond, like a rustling little squirrel, and complained without raising his head.

"By the way, sir, I also have something to discuss with you."

As if she suddenly remembered something, she put down her chopsticks and looked at me with her hands clasped together. The gentle smile on her pretty face was intoxicating.

“Can you also change that trick [Vlas’ pan]?”

In an instant, an indescribable courage radiated from Vilas's harmless smile. To use the terminology of the world, it is - murderous! !