Diablo Destruction

The smell of blood.

As soon as I took one step out of the stairway, I seemed to step from one world to another in an instant.

The eyes are still filled with a dark red hue, which is richer than that in the World Stone Temple. What is smelled in the nose, and even tasted when sticking out the tip of the tongue, is a thick, hot salty smell.

Adventurers who are familiar with blood will instantly know that this is exactly what blood tastes like. Moreover, it is like fresh blood splashed from the weapon that has just been slashed.

Thick, creamy, disgusting, with unprecedented evil and killing, and even the ears are filled with the temptation of a vague devil's whisper. If ordinary civilians step into this place, they will lose their mind in an instant and become a killing machine.

The extremely thick dark red dyed everything in front of him heavy and depressing, as if he was in a sea of ​​blood. It took twice as much effort to raise his hands and feet as before.

The gray and dark red sight seemed to dye his own eyes bright red, turning him into a demon filled with violent and murderous consciousness.

Dongdong——dongdong——

From the deepest part of the dark red, there was a powerful beating sound, as if a huge heart was beating regularly. Every time it completed a powerful expansion and contraction, there was a surge of life force that was so huge that it was suffocating. come out.

The color, thickness, and taste of blood give people who come here an illusion.

The entire World Stone Temple is actually the inside of the body of a huge being. Those temple passages are criss-crossing blood vessels. Going all the way here, they are already thick arteries close to the heart.

This is the Throne of Destruction, my first impression when I stepped here.

I really can't imagine that if the metaphor I just said is true, then the huge third floor of the temple is just some capillaries of a certain life. I can't imagine how huge this life's body is.

I'm afraid that even the entire Yaret Mountains can't accommodate its body. Instead, it can only lie down and curl up. And when you think about it, it feels like it is being suppressed by some larger existence in Yaret. It's the same as underground in the special mountains.

Thinking of the body that could not be accommodated by the endless Arreat Mountains, my heart was involuntarily shocked and worshiped.

Anything, even a dead thing, is powerful when its body reaches a limit, just like an inconspicuous stone on the roadside. If its size is enlarged a hundred million times, it will be beyond the limit. God's presence.

Of course, all the above are just figments made by my rich associations and imagination as an otaku. To put it bluntly, it is like seeing a tabby cat on the roadside occasionally. Through constant association, I always think of a tall striped tiger. Then he screamed and ran away, just to scare himself.

The little fox's map is no longer here, but after a brief look around, I can tell that the terrain of the Throne of Destruction is not complicated. It is full of vastness and grandeur, just like a big hall connected to another big hall. There aren't too many mazes of winding passages.

Moreover, the beating sound like a heart coming from the depths is more like a lighthouse that is so bright that it outshines the light of the sun. As long as you follow the direction of the sound, you should be able to reach Baal's throne.

The monsters in the Throne of Destruction are not as complicated as outside. This is a matter of course. This is no longer Baal's courtyard or doorstep, but inside the home. Only the strongest, most loyal, and most capable soldiers will be left behind. and servants.

Therefore, there are only two kinds of monsters inside. One of them, I am afraid I don’t need to say it again, anyone can guess it. They are Baal’s guards-the King of Death!

As Baal's most trusted personal soldiers, the Death King possesses more strength than their subordinate [Hell King]. Each Death King has a strength that is almost as strong as the boss-level Hell King.

You can imagine that even a small team of Death Kings is equivalent to more than a dozen boss-level Hell Kings. I believe every adventurer has personally experienced the strength of the Hell Kings in the World Stone Temple.

Fortunately, as the Guards of Baal, the Death King's advancement is extremely demanding, and there are not many of them.

If they were like the group of hell kings blocking the exit on the third floor of the temple, and there were two large groups of more than two hundred animals in one gathering, I am afraid that the mission of the World Stone test given by the alliance would have to be changed, and it would no longer be about destroying Instead of killing Baal, carefully sneak into the King of Destruction and kill a few small groups of the King of Death and the like.

At this stage, even the elite adventure team cannot challenge the King of Death with more than one team.

The other kind of monster is the Hell Witch, which is as famous as the Hell Witch, but is much stronger. They are like the twin sisters of the Hell Witch, both in appearance and various abilities.

Of course, there are other ways to tell them apart. For example, Hell Witches have two more sharp demonic horns on their heads than Hell Temptresses, which makes them look more violent and ferocious than Hell Temptresses.

However, this kind of horn is probably a symbol of beauty in hell. Anyway, it is these hell witches, not the hell temptress, who have the honor to stay in the Barr family as servants.

Although the strength of these hell witches is better than that of the hell witch, but comparing with the hell witch, we can know that even if they are stronger, the hell witch is still very weak among other monsters.

A blasphemous warrior or a giant frozen evil spirit can easily kill a hell witch, not to mention the King of Death.

Therefore, these hell witches are qualified to enter Baal's house, on the one hand, because a demon king cannot only have soldiers but no maids to serve him.

On the other hand, it is said that the witches of hell have wisdom that is not inferior to that of humans (this of course refers to their real bodies rather than projections). The Barr family has a great cause and it is impossible for one person to take care of it. Therefore, these think tanks Only the hell witches of the group have such a high status.

Of course, these are all rumors in the bar, and the credibility of them is a matter of opinion.

In a word, for the adventurous team who came here, the only thing that is really scary is the King of Death. As for the Hell Witch, maybe the mage profession should have a little headache with their bloody mana curse, and the warrior profession should be wary of their harm. Deepening and defense-weakening curses.

In terms of threats, they are far inferior to the King of Death.

Following the heartbeat along the way, we finally met the King of Death and got a glimpse of their appearance as the Demon King's guard.

These Death Kings give people a completely different feeling from the low-level varieties of the Moon King, Blood King, and Hell King.

From the Moon King to the Hell King, from them, you can only feel the same violent and murderous aura as other monsters. At best, they are just a little stronger than other types of monsters.

It's like house ants and sword crocodile ants. Although the latter is stronger, it is still an ant and cannot withstand a gentle pinch.

But the King of Death has undergone a qualitative change. They have a unique bright yellow skin, which even reveals a faint golden light. Compared with the lower-level King of Hell, their crazy aura is lighter. On the contrary, it gives people an indescribable and unclear feeling. If I have to explain it in my own language, it is the nobility of evil and the holiness of depravity.

Just the projection alone gives people such an aura. I really don't know how terrifying these Death King entities are. I'm afraid my blood bear transformation is not a match for any of them.

However, these projections are still manageable, and they can be used to train yourself and Xiaoxue.

Compared with Xiaoxue who can deal with several at the same time with ease, I can only deal with one without transforming. If two Death Kings come to attack me, I will probably be in a dilemma. After all, the Death Kings The speed is more than a star and a half faster than the King of Hell, and the kite flow is difficult to use.

Those hell witches, under the powerful strength of the King of Death, are multiplied in their threat. If any one of them is cursed by defense, the already terrifying two-handed ax of the King of Death will be even more bloody, even if it is scratched. It was enough to make me frown in pain.

After being entangled with the King of Death for several times, I hated these hell witches who I thought were not a big threat. I hated them even more than the King of Death who was supposed to be the culprit.

Humans are such tangled creatures. If they are tricked by a strong enemy, it will be nothing. On the contrary, if it is a weak enemy in their own eyes, then the situation is different.

Therefore, every time these hell witches appear, I will let the poisonous flower vines go up to greet them, eat them, and eat them hard, turning these birdmen into a pile of fertilizer.

Although I am not sure whether the poisonous flower vine has excretory function...

The Throne of Destruction is not that big. Of course, this one is not big, and it is only compared to the maze temple in front.

One connected hall, each with a large square area, connects the entrance to the Throne of Destruction with the depths. It can be said to be the smoothest path I have taken in seven years of experience. Of course, excluding those annoying Death Gods. The words of the King and the Witch of Hell.

Every time I passed a major hall, I would carefully count them, and finally I passed through the twelve major halls. The increasingly heavy heartbeat seemed to be ringing in my ears, and I couldn't help but look up.

A rectangular hall appeared in his eyes. The hall was so deep that even with a druid's eyes, he could not see the scene on the other side.

However, the completely different style from the main hall I passed before attracted my attention.

In the central aisle of the hall, two rows of huge stone pillars extend straight into the depths of the hall. The stone pillars are covered with sculptures of demons, each of them lifelike, as if they can come alive at any time.

Countless large fire pots were set up on both sides of the stone pillars, with blazing black flames burning on them. The constantly jumping fireworks strangely depicted hideous and painful faces. They did not make the sound of crackling firewood, but painful wails.

Although he couldn't see the scene deep in the hall, if he looked straight, he could feel that there seemed to be a pair of creepy eyes staring at him. In these eyes, there was no evil or conspiracy, but the purest destruction.

Under absolute power, good and evil, love and hatred, everything is embellishment. Power brings only destruction, and only destruction is power.

This is the original will of the great demon Baal, the god of destruction.

This is undoubtedly the palace of the Throne of Destruction.

As the projection of Baal, the will shown in front of him is not very strong, but the purity in it is not reduced at all. It is conceivable that when facing the real Baal, under the power of his true form, this will The pure will to the extreme will be so terrifying. I am afraid that just a thought can destroy oneself.

When you come here and feel this will, any adventurer will have an even stronger thought of how terrifying the enemy he has to face is. This is undoubtedly a test of the adventurer's mind.

Even if he could live forever, he didn't know how many years and months it would be until he actually faced Baal. Maybe it would be a hundred years later, maybe it would be three hundred years later, or maybe he would never have the chance.

Imagine that in the original world, you might not even be able to live to be eighty years old. What would you be dissatisfied with?

I have to say that the optimistic nature of an otaku has, at certain times, greatly made up for my lack of ambition.

It would be more practical to think more about what good things would come out after killing this copycat devil. Thinking of this, Rogge's stingy soul suddenly started to burn.

This demon king's hall must have some kind of illusion magic.

Walking inside, I became more and more certain of this.

When I was observing at the entrance of the main hall, my eyes told me with certainty that my current position was about two hundred meters away from the first pair of stone pillars.

But I can be sure that I have walked more than a thousand meters now. The pair of huge stone pillars in front of me still feel like they are more than a hundred meters apart. They are only a little closer, which makes people feel like they are running to death. Feel.

Fortunately, the magic circle does not seem to be used to hinder the adventurers' progress. The stone pillars are not inaccessible, but they are only extended many times farther away. Otherwise, this would be the magic maze that is my biggest headache.

After counting step by step, he walked probably tens of thousands of meters, and finally arrived at the foot of the stone pillars. The two huge stone pillars on the left and right, which had to be hugged by twenty people, looked like a towering tower in front of him against the backdrop of the blazing black flames. The gates of hell.

The moment he crossed the stone pillar, a transparent energy barrier blocked his steps. Then, countless magic lines appeared on the stone pillars on both sides. The demons carved on the stone pillars suddenly gave people a sense of magic. The illusion of life.

No, it was not an illusion. Under my gaze, the originally lifeless eyes of those statues suddenly came to life. The eyeballs inside rotated a few times and locked on me one by one.

At first glance, it looked like dozens of pairs of eyes were opened on the stone pillars on both sides. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still startled by the strange sight in front of me, and it took me a moment to calm down.

At this time, those dozens of pairs of eyes had already struggled out of the stone pillar. Slowly, the head, neck, and upper body protruded from the inside. The body was constantly struggling. It looked like a worm parasitic on the stone pillar. It was terrifying. And extremely disgusting.

I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw what they looked like.

Oh, isn't this the adventurer's nanny, the fallen demon child we haven't seen in a long time?