Chapter 818: Crime and Punishment, Playing the Song of the Devil

"You can decide whether to learn the contents of this scroll or not, but before I do that, I will tell you the consequences, and you must remember it."

Taking a deep breath, Gallon said heavily.

"Remember, you can sue others for what I taught you before, but what is written on this scroll, don't give it to anyone else, it's better to ...... It's better to let it disappear from this world forever. ”

"What will be the consequences of teaching someone else?" In Gallen's stern tone, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked.

"There is only one consequence." Gallen said lightly.

"Your druid profession will be deprived of it, even your life."

"Open...... Just kidding. ”

At the time, I was shocked, I had never heard of being deprived of my career after so many years of being in the dark.

"Nothing is impossible, this world is constructed by supreme rules, life and nature are also part of the rules, we druids have inherited the power of nature, and have been given the honor of the Arcanist of Life, the Arcane recorded on this scroll is undoubtedly a desecration of life, a desecration of nature, a desecration of faith, a blasphemy of God, if it is abused, or spread, there is no doubt that the God of Nature will deprive you of your druid position, and those who are strict will deprive you of your life, Even those you teach can't avoid it. ”

"Then you will pass it on to me, will it be okay, the druids have been stripped of their profession?"

I was taken aback, and quickly looked the old man up and down, well, it seems that he has indeed become an ordinary peasant.

"Don't worry, didn't I just say that the existence of every thing has a necessity-nature-, and this scroll is no exception, a single transmission is still allowed, but if you can, I really hope it can completely disappear in your hands."

The old man patted his ass and stood up: "Okay, that's the bullshit, I'll go back and study it." ”

"Why do you want it to disappear into the world so much, why do you want to teach it to me?"

"Because your stupid face is full of how difficult the future is, I don't want the only guy I've spent hard teaching to die too badly, at least give me the title of hero."

Old Gallen said as he walked and yawned.

“……”

I can't argue with it, although the words of this leg-hair-immortal are hard to hear, but I can't argue with it at all.

"By the way, the name of this trick."

Suddenly, Old Gallen stopped, turned his back and scratched his head.

"I really hope I don't pronounce this word out of my mouth for the rest of my life, I can't help it, listen well, when you feel that your life is short, and you want to pass it on, tell your incompetent student, the name of this trick ......"

Glancing back, the gaze flashed as sharp as a knife, and slowly spat out two words from the old man.

"[Punishment]."

……

The worst memories in the worst time period,Probably now.,Isn't this reduced to the same as a hot-blooded comic.,The memory scene that the protagonist will inevitably appear at the moment of life and death?

There was no time, no matter, extracted from the fragments of memory, I floated quietly in this void that I didn't know what was going on or off, full of complaining about myself.

Maybe I found two of the worst teachers in the world, one who encouraged me to play complete rage, and the other who taught me to blaspheme my life and my beliefs.

But as bad as the teacher is, it's not as bad as the sheer situation he is facing.

The body has been completely restrained by the [potential] released by tens of thousands of sinking demons, Carlos's words are still biased, a pseudo-realm-level adventurer, in the center of this [potential], enjoying the one-on-one VIP hospitality of ten thousand sinking demons, not only the body is unable to move, but even the connection between consciousness and body is forcibly separated.

Thanks to this, I am in the state of soul consciousness, and now I can't feel the coercion and damage brought about by this [potential], should I be happy?

Andariel stood in front, looking down at himself with a condescending and playful gaze, didn't he plan to do it immediately? What is it waiting for? Or a game of cat and mouse?

In short, there is no worse situation than now, and perhaps only with the bad knowledge of those two bad teachers can fight poison with poison.

It's just that I originally thought that I wouldn't need it in this life, and I didn't even want to think about it.

I quietly recalled the two memories just now.

What is the nature of a blood bear?

It's nothing but ruining miè, it's nothing but ruining miè.

The image point is like a meat grinder, which will be called joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, whether it is love, or hate, desire, responsibility, faith, these feelings, these**, these constraints, as raw materials, stuffed into the body of the blood bear, and finally made into raw meatballs called ruining miè consciousness.

The Blood Bear doesn't need emotion, it doesn't need reason, it doesn't need anything but ruining it, so it can only exert its true strength in a completely berserk state.

As for the [Punishment] trick, there is nothing to explain, the only thing I have to consider is whether I will be stripped of my position as a druid and become an ordinary person without any power after using it, this result is more terrible for most adventurers than losing my life, and I am no exception.

Both options are terrible, and they don't necessarily get out of the way.

Just be single, let's go together, smile lightly in the state of consciousness, and already have a decision in my heart.

I don't want to die, I don't want to be separated from Veras, this is love!

I don't want to die, I want to brag with Ral, and fight monsters with Carlos, this is friendship!

I don't want to die, I haven't seen the victorious smiles of those warriors in the Western Kingdom, this is called responsibility!

I don't want to die, I just don't want to die, I don't want to disappear into this world, this is called longing!

If you don't want to die, you can find a hundred reasons why you don't want to die, but you can't find an excuse to die.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die!! If anyone tries to stop me, ...... Let's destroy miè!!

Then, at the cost of your life and faith, bear the blasphemous sin and punishment, and set unleashed!!

……

Andariel looked up at the gloomy sky, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Received the order of the main body, why hasn't that guy Azmodan come yet?

"Boom!!"

The sky covered with yellow sand suddenly sounded a few dry thunders, and the sky gradually became more gloomy, as if it was about to be suppressed, and the depressed weather made Andariel's heart inexplicably irritable, and she faintly felt as if something terrible was approaching her, and she decided not to wait for Azmodan.

"Lord Andariel, look!!"

Suddenly, one of the twelve elite wizards from the Third World, Salida screamed.

Looking at Salida's frightened eyes, Andariel's heart suddenly twitched, and the ominous premonition finally spread, making it cold, and a strong feeling of [run away now, it's still too late] welled up in his heart.

Looking at it, in the middle of the magic array, the adventurer who was bound in mid-air by the [Potential] united by the ten thousand Sinking Demons, without the slightest power to resist, suddenly convulsed all over his body.

The face suddenly distorted into an incredibly Cheng dù, its mouth opened wide, and it let out a meaningless low roar, and the limbs of the whole body were bent at an extremely unnatural angle, swelling, the skin surface was torn, and a large amount of blood spurted out, instantly staining it into a bloody man.

The black-color-mist, which was colder than hell and colder than the abyss, began to spread in the center of the magic circle, gradually enveloping the people inside.

The black mist rolled, and the roar coming from it gradually became louder, and with a ruined miè without any emotion, it gradually condensed into a black mist-like monster dozens of meters high.

There is no substance, formed by the black-color-mist that exudes and purest ruining aura, the lower half of the body is like a bloated insect body, and the upper half of the body is in the form of a demon, a pair of demonic hands as thick as the waist are spread, and the sharp claws slash through the void with a flick of the [potential] formed by tens of thousands of sinking demons.

Behind it is a pair of deformed asymmetrical black-color-bone wings, which, when unfolded, resemble the branches of a bare dead locust tree, with an ugly and mutilated beauty, symbolizing the withering glory and destruction of all things.

The black mist-like head formed a pair of demonic horns, no mouth, no nose, only two lantern-sized crimson eyes that shone in the black mist, with a red-color-cold that made the demon tremble.

"Whew!!"

This is definitely the strangest and ugliest black mist-like monster Andariel has seen in thousands of years, like a hell butterfly that has just broken out of its cocoon, spreading its thick demon claws, and the ugly ancient wings behind it suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared.

Suddenly, a black-colored mist erupted from the misty monster like a flood, engulfing the sky and the earth.

Before he could react, in the eyes of Andariel, the twelve Sinking Demon Wizards, and tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, the world, which was originally shrouded in yellow sand, was suddenly shrouded in a thick fog that spread.

It was as if they had been pulled from the world of sand into another world of black, the sky and the earth were filled with a black mist that made them tremble, and they would never see a grain of sand again.

In the center of the black fog, there is a fog-like monster that looks like an insect, a bear, a dragon, and a demon, and its body is magnified countless times again, and the lower body is completely connected to this black fog world, with an upper body that is hundreds of meters high, and the black-color-bone wings that cover a radius of kilometers after being fully unfolded, it is almost like the black-color-world tree that supports this world.

"Boom!!"

The claws formed into a fist, and a punch slammed into the air, as if it had hit something, making a dull sound, and where the fist was caused, there were countless net-like cracks out of thin air, constantly extending outward.

It was an invisible [potential] formed by tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, and it was shattered by this big fist that broke the world at this moment.

"Boom!!"

With another punch, the entire earth shook violently, and thousands of Sinking Demons fell to the ground without being able to do so, and a large hole had already appeared in the intact [Potential].

"Whew!!"

A ruinous roar erupted from the mist-like monster's mouth again, and it stretched out its massive claws, clutched at the open hole, and then roared and pulled at either side.

"Click"

The incomparably powerful [Momentum] collapsed.

From beginning to end, Andariel could only watch as this demon that made it fear from the bottom of his heart, with two fists and one claw, he tore apart the [power] he relied on, and there was no way to do it......