Chapter 815 Potential!

It was an overwhelming scarlet-color-sinking demon, dyeing this desert red, looking at it from above, it was like a pot of scarlet stinky blood constantly stirring, exuding an evil breath that could corrode ** and defile the soul.

There were about 10,000 of them, all of them of the same color of the Sinking Demons gathered together, without a trace of impurities, like an evil cuckoo that spread all over the mountains, like blood drops red, black gas, with a crazy and desolate hellish beauty, such a spectacular scene, even in the two monster attacks, can only be seen in the lair of Bisu Bosu in the Rog camp.

But different, whether it is the first world or the second world, I have seen it, although the quantity is not inferior to what is in front of me, but the quality is far from comparable, compared to this group of sinkers who exude naked-naked-powerful, irascible and ruined, and flashing a battle-hardened shrewd gaze, all the sinkers I have seen before are as fragile as toys.

No, I've seen it at the time, such a sinking demon!!

The memory that was about to disappear in my mind suddenly woke up under the strong stimulus, yes, that's right, I remembered that I had seen such a guy before, exactly the same guy!!

It was more than two years after he came to the dark world, probably because of a certain opportunity, and attracted the attention of the demon king Andariel, at that time, it sent such a thing to the first world Rogue camp, just right against itself, and was finally sent back to his hometown to get married.

That Sinking Demon is a Sinking Demon entity from Hell!!

Glancing at Carlos with hidden eyes, they all found the shock in their eyes, and it seemed that they had guessed that there were tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, real demons and butchers from hell, although their strength was not necessarily much stronger than the monsters here, but they were more cunning, insidious, evil, bloodthirsty, and brutal...... It is not too much to pour even a single negative and vicious word of spurning on them.

The most important thing is that these fallen demons who have come out of hell have been battled for a hundred battles!

It's from these sunken demons, the powerful momentum that emanates from them, it's very strange to gather together, I don't know how to describe it, if you explain it in otaku terms, it's okay.

Each of the Sinking Demons is like a component of the Transformers, and these components fit together perfectly, and finally form a huge mechanical monster that oppresses us to the point of breathlessness, with a body in the sky, swallowing clouds, and eyes like thunder, as if it were about to destroy the world.

That's probably how it feels, yes.

"Whew!!"

From the center of the array, an earth-shattering roar came out, and I saw that in the center of this blood-stained red-color-carpet, a bent figure slowly stood up, and finally stood completely upright, stretched out his hands, leaned up half of his body, and let out the roar full of darkness and majesty just now, and the huge body of two feet tall stood in the center of the dwarf-like sinking demon, so tall and awe-inspiring, inviolable.

From a distance, you can only see the hair of the figure, which has a spirituality-like ness-sex-like Medusa, and the shape that rises to the sky is as dazzling as an eternal fire of the sun.

Just by seeing this hair with such a sexuality, and the body of the woman, without thinking, we have already guessed the identity of the person, she is the Great Demon King Andariel!

Fortunately, the Andariel in front of us is not the real body, from the momentum it exudes, it should be just a clone, what really overwhelms us is the tens of thousands of sinking demons, in a weird way that they can't understand The hellish breath emitted by merging their own momentum into one is the same as the real body of the demon king, it is so huge and dark, it makes people feel that where this group of sinking demons goes, that huge dark aura will instantly turn it into a hell on earth where no grass is born and no life is extinct.

I don't know what it means for Andariel to come all the way from Camp Rogue.

The next moment, I understood why, after Andariel appeared, the momentum composed of tens of thousands of Sinking Demons suddenly showed signs of life, these Sinking Demons let out a cruel scream of excitement, and the sound was connected, as if the No. 1 machine after the armor exploded and roared high to spread its AT position, and the momentum swept across the entire desert!!

Damn, Sister An is the boss of the Sinking Demon, and of course she can play a role in inspiring the morale of the army, and even the center.

Thinking about this, I began to blink my eyelids depressedly, and now I can move my whole body without being discovered by the monster on the other side, and that's all I have left.

And those twelve pseudo-realm-level elite Fallen Demon Wizards!!

After Andariel appeared, the twelve Fallen Wizards who surrounded it and had a special place in the scarlet carpet caught my attention.

After taking a qiē into his eyes, and leaving nothing missing, quietly, with a slightly comical and wolfish hand and foot combination, we kept retreating until we retreated from the sand dunes, and we dared to stand up, look at each other, and rush away at the maximum speed that we could achieve after covering our momentum.

More than ten kilometers later, everyone gathered together panting, their eyes gurgling, exchanging their shock at the moment.

"-Milk-milk-of, this...... What's going on here? ”

Even in the face of Seattle, who has never been defeated, his voice is trembling now.

It's too powerful, it's too powerful, tens of thousands of entities of Sinking Demons, twelve elite Sinking Magicians who have reached the advanced realm of the pseudo-realm, plus Andariel's clones, this army of hell that wants to be powerful, experienced and experienced, and have brains already has the qualifications to sweep the second world.

It's just, what's going on with that terrible aura? The most terrifying thing in it was not Andariel's clone, nor the twelve pseudo-realm-level sinker wizards.

It is precisely the Sinking Demon who seems to be the weakest in strength, and the aura fits together perfectly, no matter the power, at least the momentum that is revealed-out, in my opinion, it is no different from the arrival of the real Demon King.

A similar phenomenon, I also saw a while ago, that is, when those mages on the city wall cast magic together, there were faint signs of spiritual fluctuations merging, forming a greater and breathless power.

It's just that the momentum combined by hundreds of mages, whether in terms of quantity, quality, or fit, is far inferior to the 10,000 Sinking Demons just now, which makes me feel in fear, and I can't help but have an inexplicable sense of self-deprecation When, in terms of our transfer's mastery and use of momentum, we were actually compared to a small Sinking Demon?

"What the hell are those Sinking Demons? Why is it that even the weakest guy can exude the most terrifying momentum?! ”

After a vague realization in my heart, Seattleck, with a big barbarian mouth, looked at us shamelessly.

"Huh? Didn't Mr. Kashya tell you? ”

Carlos seemed to be more surprised than we did, glancing at the other three, Sister Sharna pursed her cold and haughty lips, as if she knew something, Seattlek looked dazed, and Carlos was surprised by Seattleck's blankness.

This...... What's going on?

Why did Seattleck and I feel ostracized by our teachers and classmates?

"No, Seattle should definitely know, and I remember very well that when Mr. Kasha talked about this knowledge, you also stood aside."

Carlos said with great certainty, looking at Seattle's gaze through the eyes.

"I really don't remember, what Teacher Kashya taught us when we were students?"

"yes, what's going on? How did I completely forget about it, it was fifty or sixty years ago when I was a cadet, and I really don't remember you, Carlos, do you remember what I was doing? ”

Seattlek asked with a loud swagger as he thrust his tail finger into his nostrils and turned around as he coaxed.

"Remember, when Teacher Kashya taught this knowledge, you looked around and did the same thing as you do now."

Carlos pointed indifferently at Seattle's snort.

Me: "......"

Looks like I'm wrong about the old drunkard.

"Haha, it's a shame that you remember, I remember well, my brother."

Rao is Seattle, whose skin is as thick as a steel plate, can't help but smile, and pulls out his tail finger, and there is a slimy thing that sticks together.

Isn't this guy disgusting?

"As for Senior Brother Wu, I don't know much."

Carlos looked at me with a kind of "you were picking at your nose when Mr. Mofi Kashya taught".

"Huh?"

I let out a silly response, is there such a thing? I don't remember, the only thing I know for sure is that even if I was outside the fugue at the time, I would never be like the Seattlek guy, so tasteless in front of the public.

"Forget it, I'll replace Teacher Kashya, and tell you again, don't forget it in the future, otherwise you may lose your life."

Carlos, a good student, probably despaired of our two bad students, sighed deeply, and Seattle and I hurriedly sat down and listened to us.

When the book is used, I hate it less, and I am talking about the two of us now.

"Listen up, even if it is an entity, the power of ten thousand sinking demons is not comparable to a real demon king, and the gap between the two is no longer something that can be made up by quantity."

Moistening his throat, Carlos began to enter teaching mode.

"But why can it exude an aura that is not inferior to that of the Demon King? That's about what I'm going to explain to you now. ”

As if to arouse our curiosity in order to remember it deeply, Carlos paused at this point and looked at the two of us with an inquisitive gaze.

I really can't see that this guy has a good eye as a teacher.

"Potential!!"

Gently, a word came out of his mouth, but for Seattlek and me, it seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds, and there was a sense of enlightenment in my heart.

"We call this ability [potential], the strength of ten thousand sinking demons together is indeed not comparable to a demon king, but the momentum that they completely fit together is the direct - forcing - the real body of the demon king to come."

At this, Carlos's face sank slightly.

"In the first and second worlds, this ability is not common, as a projection and doppelganger of monsters, no matter how many they are, they can't form the so-called [potential], but in the third world, [potential] is a necessary ability for us to fight monsters, adventurers who arrive in the third world, the first thing to learn, is how to integrate their [potential] into everyone's [potential], only in this way can you fight with a huge number of monsters, otherwise, even if your comrades are around, you will feel that you are fighting alone."

"I see."

Seattle and I suddenly realized, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, the reason is not difficult to understand, not to mention that we already have such a vague guess, Carlos's words are like pointing to a signpost, leading our guess to the right path.

"[Potential] is a very terrifying thing, I'm afraid you have already experienced it just now, the coercion it produces is dozens or hundreds of times stronger than the realm of our adventurers, everyone ask yourself, in the pressure just now, how much strength can we exert? I'm afraid it's less than fifty percent. ”

Carlos looked at us and said, I had to admit this fact, I nodded in frustration, and even Sister Sharna didn't say anything to deny it.

"This is still a considerable distance, if it is directly surrounded by this [potential], with the strength of our pseudo-realm, under that huge pressure, I am afraid that there will not even be the strength left to stand up straight, so in the third world, in the face of those groups of monsters gathered together, the number is enough to form even a tiny [potential], it is difficult for the adventure team to shake."

Hey?

Why would my sixth sense have a deep chill over one of Carlos's words? It can't be that the tragic aura is about to strike again, don't you, bastard!!!

"However, I didn't expect that these stupid and stupid sinking demons could also produce [potential], and the third world is really not to be underestimated."

These people completely ignored the way I hugged my head and screamed, and as Seattlek took Carlos's words, tilting his head in confusion and saying, as if he felt that he had thought too much of the Third World before.

"No, Seattlek, I don't deny the last sentence, but I have to correct the first one." As soon as Seattlek's words fell, Carlos shook his head.

"The generation of [potential] has nothing to do with being smart or stupid, so we can't take the stupidity of the Sinking Demon as an example."

Probably because the teacher was addicted, Carlos moistened his throat and continued to make up for the two students who were sitting in front of us.

"There are several factors that produce [potential], first, as I just said, at least there must be a soul core, that is, real life, only things that really have life can produce self-conscious cognition, so as to turn the feelings released in the soul into [potential], this is the essence of potential, the monster projection and doppelganger of the first and second worlds, no matter how strong the strength is, no matter how many there are, they cannot produce [potential], that's the reason."

Seeing our abrupt expressions, Carlos nodded in satisfaction and continued.

"Second, the generation of [potential] requires each individual in it to have a considerable fit, and this fit is what we adventurers call teamwork, an adventure team that truly dissolves the entire squad into an individual, and even the breathing rate can be instinctively consistent when fighting."

"Therefore, this kind of cooperation that has been trained for a long time has nothing to do with whether it is smart or not, for the hell demons, whether they can hone their [potential] or not, they pay more attention to three aspects, first, whether they are of the same race; second, whether the way of fighting is the same; Third, whether or not you have a pure evil heart.

For example, a group of Death Knights and a group of Death Knights may not be able to train [Potential] no matter how much they train, because they are of different races, and for Death Demons, the Death Knights are the superior ones and are at the top of the food chain; The attack methods of the two are also different, the Fallen Demon is a melee combat, and the Death Knight is a primary ranged auxiliary melee; And last but not least, the Death Knight is much more arrogant and cunning than the Sinking Demons, and it is impossible to cooperate with them at all, so it is never possible to generate [potential] between them, on the contrary, a group of Sinking Demons born purely for killing is the easiest to produce. ”

"Carlos, according to what you say, wouldn't it be easy for us adventurers to generate [potential]?" Seattlek, who has been transformed from a skipping class boy to a good student, raised his hand and asked.

"That's right, in fact, under the oppression of the current form, we adventurers who are determined to drive away the demons with one heart are the easiest things to produce [potential]."

Speaking of this, Carlos smiled slightly.

"However, because the number of people in each adventure team cannot meet the minimum requirements for the generation of [potential], so everyone does not know much about this ability, which is related to the strategy of the alliance, in the first and second worlds, there is no need to rely on [potential], and in the third world, there will naturally be experienced seniors to teach, so that you can quickly master this ability."