Diablo Destruction

It was an indescribable feeling, but from the raging energy storm, one could vaguely notice that the two people fighting on the stage were slowly merging with each other's fighting attributes and styles, just like two different people. The ropes of color were gradually twisted into one.

This wonderful sense of combat integration is felt most deeply by the elite adventure team who have experienced a long period of experience. It is a kind of strength between teammates that can only be formed through years of mutual training and cooperation, assimilating and integrating with each other. Case.

Such a powerful adventure team will make people feel that the strength and momentum of everyone in the team have merged into a whole, forming a huge wave that is earth-shaking and unrivaled. Generally, it can bring out the total strength of the entire team. Nearly ten times. If they encountered this kind of combination at the pseudo-realm level, even Carlos and Seattle would have no choice but to take a detour.

The strength of all the audience on the stage is still at the level of first-world adventurers. At best, the teams are only in perfect coordination and understanding. They are far from the point of assimilation and integration. Naturally, they cannot understand this feeling. They can only vaguely feel it. Only the two legendary figures on the stone wall could clearly grasp the context of that kind of change.

"Of course, the ability to form such a tacit understanding so quickly is inseparable from Artoria's profession. The unparalleled tolerance of the Knight King's profession is the key to this situation."

No, half leaning against the stone wall, Lanster half-squinted his eyes and added this calmly.

The assimilation and fusion between teams is related to the fighting styles of their respective professions and their respective personalities. The overall attributes of the druid with average attributes and a gentle temper are the highest among the seven major professions. The fusion rate of barbarians and paladins is the highest among the seven professions. The fusion rate is also high, but it is more difficult for Barbarians and Assassins to fuse because their fighting styles are very different. It is difficult for Paladins to fuse with Necromancers. This is a matter of attributes. Amazons can get along with everyone, but they seem to get along with others. They can't get along with each other. The wizard can cooperate with anyone and is a relatively balanced type.

Of course, there are a few special examples, such as necromancers and priests. If you want to fuse these two with the same chemical combination, it is estimated that... well, it is not impossible. It will probably take several times the time of other different professions. It just depends. Can you survive until that time?

What Lanster just said is related to Artoria's profession of Knight King. This is what he meant. As a Knight King profession, leading his own group of warriors to fight is unparalleled, allowing the entire team's strength to quickly merge into The overall ability is the real value of this profession.

In other words, no matter how useless the other party is, for example, a nerd who only wants to eat and die, or has no masterly temperament, children will often think of him as an adult who is easy to bully and surround him when he walks on the street. The cloaked weirdo who was pushing and shoving, or the idiot who sometimes played with fire and sometimes ice but had no fixed attributes and an IQ of only nine. The powerful and inclusive nature of Artoria's power can be well integrated into it. Together.

"Let's just treat it like this, but to be able to develop a tacit understanding that takes decades to cultivate, even if the fusion rate of the Knight King profession is high, it is impossible to achieve it. We cannot deny the contribution of that silly boy."

Kasha recovered from her surprise and continued to hold her glass of wine and sip one after another. For a being like her, she had experienced too many strange things, and there were very few things that could make her panic.

"Indeed, the extremely powerful fusion power that allows him to fuse with adventurers is probably that boy's only advantage besides strength. Because of this, Artoria has the ability to turn such a hopeless fool into an excellent one. The king’s idiotic thoughts turned out to be idiots for both of them, so I said that Artoria and that kid might really be a good match.”

Lanster slowly analyzed it with his poisonous tongue, and then sighed helplessly, seeming to feel very depressed about this fact. The proud Elf Queen, even if she is indeed a bit stupid in some aspects, there is no need to be with this kind of person. Let's face it, the silly boy.

"However, this kind of fusion is just an occasional act of inspiration. If you want to truly grasp this feeling and be able to display it at any time, the two will have to go through several more months of running-in."

Finally, Kasha made a conclusion and Lanster remained silent. Although the drunkard in front of her was no longer the arrogant queen who did whatever she was familiar with, her judgment did not change with this drastic change. , still as sharp as ever.

"锵锵锵............"

On the ring, the sounds like real sound waves produced by the collision of weapons continued one after another, seemingly never-ending. The storm raging throughout the ring and the auditorium never stopped from the beginning, but the people around them gradually began to react. From it, I grasped a clue that made me feel subtle.

Strength, momentum, and fighting style, these three attributes are like everyone's fingerprints. In this world, it is impossible to find two people who completely overlap in these three attributes.

But at this moment, in their eyes, the figures of the two people on the stage, the power and momentum they exuded, and their fighting styles seemed to be gradually merging together. It was obvious that the two figures were constantly intertwining and colliding, but looking at Looking at it, it was as if his eyes were hallucinating, and the two figures turned into one.

This situation makes these people who don't know the reason think that the battle is so fierce that their eyes can't keep up and they are tired, which is why this situation always occurs. From time to time, they shake their heads in distress, or You can tell when you rub your eyes and try to separate the two intertwined fighting figures.

Of course, there are also some more keen adventurers, such as a certain cute little fox who is a thief elf. They were not confused by this situation and suspected that there was something wrong with their eyes. Instead, they carefully considered this change and tried to solve it. Using my own knowledge and experience, I can judge its essence bit by bit through analysis and guessing.

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This is a wonderful feeling, I can't describe it in words, but suddenly, I found that I can guess Artoria's next move from every move, every look, every move. Even the next few moves, how they will attack.

I think it's not just me who feels this way, Arturia should also feel it. I can't remember when this tacit understanding began to appear in us, but I don't doubt its existence, as if This is the tacit understanding that Artoria and I should have.

Not only that, the two of us were even surprised to find that Artoria's sword light seemed to have a faint icy blue color, and the sword light created by herself also seemed to have a hint of silvery splendor. , I thought it was an illusion at first, but the blending of the two colors became more and more obvious, and it has reached a point where we cannot use the word illusion to explain it.

The most damning thing is that even if the scene in front of me is so weird, just when I want to be surprised and ask, a sense of recognition of "Isn't this a matter of course" wells up deep in my heart in time. This is not necessary. To find out something clearly is as natural as eating, drinking and urinating.

You can clearly feel that Artoria's upright, bright and powerful power seems to be beside you, carrying the faint fragrance of the master, giving yourself a warm feeling, no longer the same as before, forming a series of waves. The sharp sword light was about to cut him off with a dangerous aura.

What would happen if the opponent's power became less dangerous, if the opponent's moves became less unpredictable?

Just like Artoria and I are now.

It’s not that I didn’t fight seriously, but I couldn’t feel the threat of the opponent’s power or the sharpness of the opponent’s moves. I don’t know how others would see it, but I felt like I was rehearsing a battle that I had practiced hundreds of times. In the show, each other held harmless simulation weapons in their hands. He had already memorized the next move his opponent was going to make, and could connect the moves he wanted to make just by relying on his body's instinct.

Although this sounds boring, I enjoy it, not enjoying the feeling of rehearsal, but savoring this sudden tacit understanding that I have never experienced before... no, it is fusion, in my mind The word flashed across his mind in an instant. It was not wrong, it was not a tacit understanding, it should be fusion. Each other's attributes, as well as every move and style, had been fused together.

While the two of us felt fresh and happy about this sudden and wonderful sense of integration, there was someone outside the ring who was not willing to do it.

"The two of them are having sex, right? They are having sex, right?! Bastard, hateful, pervert, bad guy, I'm so angry..."

Watching the two people fighting on the stage as if they were filming a movie, Lucia angrily stamped her feet, crying in a cute and pitiful tone, grabbing Malagbi's neck and shaking her while asking.

"I...Lucia...let me down first..."

Malagby was hung in the air by his neck, his tongue hanging out. He sadly discovered that as an assassin, Lucia's strength was not much different from that of a paladin like himself, and there was no absolute advantage. It is not impossible for Malagbi to struggle away, but it will definitely cause harm to the other party. Think about the consequences...

Malagby, who is always shrewd at critical moments, still made a wise judgment at this time. If he chose one of the two, he would rather be hanged by Lucia like this than suffer from the consequences every day in the future. This was ruined by the extremely cautious Lucia.

Of course, there is a third option.

Looking at Lucia who had clearly lost her mind with the word "jealous" written on her face, Malagubi stiffly turned his head and looked at Kurt and White Wolf next to him, looking for help.

After blowing a whistle, Kurt took out a white handkerchief from nowhere, pressed his nose and blew out the snot, wiped it, and then threw it at Malagby's feet, with big words written all over his face: Karma, brother. Let's go.

Bai Lang once again used extremely skillful movements to take out the pendant from his chest within 0.5 seconds of Kurt's eyes moving to him...

"Hahaha, it seems that this will be the most successful marriage in history, don't you think so? Elder Kane."

The two elders who climbed out from under the tree at some point found another big tree in front of them. They hugged it to resist the energy storm coming from the arena and laughed.

Although they do not have the eyesight of adventurers, these two old men have knowledge and vision that are far beyond the comparison of adventurers. They have long seen the changes in the arena.

"Yes, yes, but is there really no problem with the magic defense formation on the stage?"

Kane asked worriedly as he looked around the ring at the transparent defensive shields that had begun to shake slightly amidst the continuous energy storm.

"Elder Kane, please rest assured. I can absolutely guarantee this. Even if the fighting intensity is increased ten times, we will never be able to break through the magic defense array. Ahem, I am not afraid to tell you that this magic array is one of the magic arrays in the entire Elf King City. The ring is still strong."

Lyman said confidently. If he hadn't hugged the tree tightly with both hands, he might have raised his head and chest and beat it loudly.

"Oh, I see."

Kane nodded. The Royal City Magic Array has been built by the elves for tens of thousands of years. It was built by countless outstanding magicians and superb magic skills of the elves. Every link is extremely strong, so as long as the name of the Royal City Magic Array is Pulling the above can give people another three points of confidence.

"But don't you think the movement of the magic circle is a bit strange?"

Kane, who felt that he had some confidence in his heart, once again cast his gaze on the precise magic carvings around the ring, looking at the red light that kept flashing above. Although he was not a magic master like Farah, Kane had a lot of theoretical knowledge of magic. His attainments were not low, so he asked one more question just to be on the safe side.

"That... there should be no problem. You know, all parts of the Imperial City's magic circle will be inspected every ten days."

Lyman coughed and felt a little weak.

"Should...should?!"

Sweat began to form on Kane's forehead.

"Well, Elder Kane, you have to know that the Royal City Magic Array will have a glitch only once every hundred years on average. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, it is a behemoth that covers the entire inner city. It is not surprising that a small problem will occasionally occur. Right."

"indeed so."

Kane nodded and said that it was understandable. The bigger something is, the greater the chance of problems. This is common sense.

"So how many years has it been since the last failure?"

After a pause, Kane asked a more subtle question.

"Let me think about it, well, that's right, it should be ninety-four years..."

"..."

"..."

Elder Lehman pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said with enlightenment. As soon as he finished speaking, the two old men fell into speechlessness.

"No... don't panic. It's said to be an average of a hundred years. It could be ninety-five years, or it could be more than a hundred years. No... it's not that coincidental."

Elder Lyman tried his best to relax his expression, but his tone still stuttered.

"No...no, Master Lyman, something big has happened!"

At this time, a middle-aged elf mage rushed up with panic steps. He had even forgotten to use the convenient means of transportation, such as teleportation. How could these elves, who are usually known for their elegance and nobility, look so panicked? , you can know how serious the big thing he mentioned is.

"Calm down, what happened?"

When he asked such a question, Lyman already had a bad realization in his heart.

"The network map of the Royal City Magic Array on the Crystal Tree shows that there is something wrong somewhere."

Wiping the nervous sweat on his forehead, the elf mage calmed down and quickly reported.

"What...what went wrong?"

Lyman, who turned pale, still held on to his last glimmer of hope and asked.

Pointing to the ring behind Lyman, the elf mage found that Her Royal Highness the Queen was also inside, and his face couldn't help but be filled with fear.

"Don't panic. Have you discussed this matter with Elder Yalandan?"

At the critical moment, Lyman showed his calmness and ability as an elder, cleared his mind and continued to ask.

"I already reported it before I came here."

"What did the Great Elder say?"

"The Great Elder just smiled and said [Don't worry, don't worry, just inform us and do what you need to do], that's all."

The elf mage showed a slight confusion, as if he couldn't understand why the great elder said there was no need to worry about a matter that was related to the life of Her Royal Highness the Queen.

However, the elf mage breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that these were the words spoken by the all-powerful Elder Arlandlan himself. If the Elder said this, there must be no problem.

"Is that so?"

Lyman carefully considered Yalandran's words and pondered for a moment.

"If the Great Elder said this, there should be no problem, but she didn't give a clear order, so let's do it in our own way."

After a moment, Lyman said decisively.

"Sanders, go and summon the first, second, and third mage teams from the institute to solve the problem as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Lyman."

The elf mage who brought Sanders responded and did not leave. Instead, he took out a mage ball and chanted the incantation. The white ball soon emitted white light and floated into the air.

"Also, Drizzt, why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and ask Her Majesty the Queen and Lord Fan to stop fighting...ah, it's too late..."

Looking back, Lyman shouted to Drizzt, but when he glanced at the ring from the corner of his eye, he immediately covered his forehead in pain.

The magic circle that was supposed to protect the arena has now turned into a black violent energy, enveloping the entire arena like the ferocious mouth of a beast...