Diablo Destruction

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In a hidden basement somewhere in Rogge's camp, there are countless glass bottles containing constantly churning colorful liquids or gases, connected by tiny tubes. Their complexity is like dozens of large and small gears in an expensive pocket watch. As if connected together, it gives people a dazzling feeling of delicate and precise structure.

Especially the sign with the words "Fala's Exclusive Basement" hanging on the door of the basement makes this basement even more eerie, as if it will explode and collapse at any time.

"This is a new experimental base developed by the greatest wizard in history who is as powerful as the Monster King - we call him the Witch King Farah."

Farah, who was wearing a dirty mage robe and a disheveled face, was holding an empty bottle in his hand as a magic loudspeaker. He was singing a one-man show in a sullen manner. You could tell just from the strange smell emanating from his body. This old man hasn't had a bath in several days.

"What's more important is that even Akara doesn't know here, and neither does that old fox. I don't know, hum~hem~"

He seemed to be very happy. After half-talking and half-singing, this guy was like a break-dancing stick, humming a weird tune that made people feel like he was in the midst of a group of demons, twisting his waist and came to the door. In front of the test bench.

"Of course, the most important thing is that my experiment is about to be completed."

From the test bench, he took out a glass tube containing a strange green-yellow liquid. Farah stood in front of the test bench, with his hands wide open like a crazy leader, and his beard trembled and said loudly, here, in this laboratory , in this sophisticated kingdom made of glass, he is the king, he is the god, and he is the old glass.

"Wahahahahahaha!! It's coming out, it's coming out, this terrible experimental result."

Staring closely at the ends of the experimental equipment, there were two bottles containing one blue and one red liquid.

"It's terrible, it's terrible. I actually created such a terrible weapon. Maybe I will become a sinner in this world."

Farah, who had been completely immersed in his own world, suddenly stopped laughing and raised his head with a look of compassion.

"However, in order to deal with my old enemy and protect this dark continent, I will not hesitate to become a sinner for the ages."

Moving to the two bottles at the end, Farah gently pinched the first blue bottle with a solemn expression, as if he was holding a g-virus that could destroy the world.

"This potion..."

Farah shook the bottle, swallowed cautiously, and even flipped through an ancient book next to him with a complicated magic circle engraved on the cover, before exhaling with certainty.

"As long as you drink a little bit, all the hair on your body, including your beard and hair, will be stripped off within three seconds, uh haha, uh hahahahahahahaha-!!"

Just like the mad scientist who plays the role of the villain in the movie, Farah finished speaking with a gloomy look, then covered his forehead, raised his upper body and laughed crazily.

With a crisp "click", the weird little noises all over the laboratory came to an end in shock. Farah grinned and covered the source of the sound - his waist that was bent due to leaning at too high an angle, and struggled to put the potion. Returning to his original position, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he let out a creepy laugh mixed with pain.

"Hey hey, hey hey hey, hoo, my waist, hey hoo~, hum, old man Mu, I will make you proud, I will let you swing that disgusting white beard in front of me again in the future, as long as you Add this to the tea, drink a little bit of this... Hehehehe!! And the old drunkard woman, don't even think about how dazzling her hair is as if it was stained with dog blood. I am here to eliminate harm for the people. .”

As he said that, Farah made a severe beheading gesture.

"I will turn you all into bald heads!!"

As if imagining the old drunkard and old man Mu, naked and embarrassed, Farah laughed again.

"And this bottle."

Taking off another bottle of red liquid, Farah showed a solemn expression again.

"There is only a thin line between life and death. This sentence is indeed correct. I didn't expect that the same experiment, with just a few minor changes, could produce two potions with completely opposite effects. The ocean of magic is really too profound. , I was just picking up shells on the beach."

Looking up and sighing, Farah started dancing.

"That's right, this bottle of potion is completely opposite to the one just now. Just rub a little bit on your chin and head, and you can grow enviable, thick, black hair."

After finishing speaking, Farah gently shook his sparse hair head, as if a head of flowing and thick long hair really grew on it.

"Of course, it is not only effective for humans, but also for other animals. If the two agents are used together, the herdsmen can harvest several times more wool and live a better life."

Putting the bottle back, Farah came to the test stand again and picked up the test tube containing the strange green-yellow liquid that he had just shown.

"Now, it's just the last step."

Moving to the experimental equipment, Farah carefully estimated the weight, poured the green-yellow liquid inside into the mouth of the bottle, and at that moment, activated the magic circle on the stage.

Under the light of that dreamy magic, the liquid followed the tube to the first bottle, mixed with the liquid inside, and the inside of the bottle suddenly expanded. The expanded and overflowing liquid continued along the connecting tube to the next bottle containing black gas. Transfer, turning the black gas into green gas, and the boiling green gas moves again along the two connecting pipes to the other two points, and so on.

It can be imagined that no matter how complicated the countless processes are, after going through one process after another, the final compound will be poured into the last two bottles, one blue and one red, under the mutation of the magic circle to form the final product. .

The experiment was about to enter its final and final phase. The entire laboratory was vibrating under the energy of the magic circle, but Farah seemed to be unknown. His engrossed eyes were still staring at the tumbling experimental equipment. While muttering something to himself, he wrote quickly with his hands, recording strings of data on the blank notes.

Finally, two metal droplets exuding a strange luster finally formed and slowly dripped into the two bottles. The light of the magic array on the entire test bench suddenly became overwhelming. Farah's eyes were fixed on the dripping liquid. When the trajectory fell into the red and blue liquid in the bottle and came into contact with each other, I finally couldn't help but raise my hands and cheer loudly.

"Finish……"

"boom------!!"

At a certain location in the Mage Guild, the ground suddenly trembled violently. The next moment, a fire tornado composed of wind and fire broke out of the ground and soared into the sky with fierce power.

The mages on the distant mage tower looked at this scene and shook their heads. They continued to focus on the research at hand, as if they were accustomed to this situation.

After the explosion, the original secret basement had turned into a huge charred mud pit. In the mud pit, there was a piece of black coal that looked like a human being. It kept raising its hands and cheering for long live. For a long time, it spat out a mouthful. The black smoke slowly fell down.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, two gusts of cool breeze blew by...

After who knows how many gusts of cool wind blew, the piece of black coal finally stood up again, shook the dirt on his robe, and touched his black face, and found that several of his beards were scorched. After that, the muscles on the old face couldn't help but twitch with distress.

He slowly climbed up from the pit. There were several Rogge soldiers above him who were staring at him with smiles. He thought to himself that what Mr. Akara said was indeed true. There was no need to go out to find Elder Farah. If there was an explosion somewhere, just go there. You'll be sure to catch it if you go.

"Lord Farah, Lord Akara sent an order to inform Lord Farah that if the experiment at hand has come to an end, should he return to the Mage Tower and complete the remaining serious research in peace and quiet?"

One of the leading soldiers bowed respectfully and conveyed Akara's words.

"Hmm, I definitely won't explode next time."

Farah muttered in a low voice, and like a prisoner caught by the police, he walked obediently towards the Mage Tower under the escort of several soldiers.

Suddenly, Farah's whole body shivered. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the sky in the distance of Kurast. He twirled his beard inexplicably, as if he didn't know that he was the greatest magician in history. He is now facing the most serious image crisis in history.

The vision returned to the square of the Elf King City. At this time, these simple elves were falling into a strange mentality.

It is really great that Her Royal Highness the Queen can marry that Druid Wu Fan.

The abnormal behavior of Farah projected in the memory crystal seriously impacted the brains and sanity of these poor elves. They almost subconsciously thought that maybe their Queen was already married to the best and most normal person in the alliance. .

Humans are so terrible.

Recalling the scene I just saw, these long ears of these self-proclaimed artists created a deep sense of awe.

If someone can do something to the extreme of being perverted and disgusting, then it can be called an art.

"..."

Although these two guys seem to have done me a big favor, no, after all, their real purpose is to drive their common enemy Farah into the abyss. Helping me is just casual. It cannot be wrong, that The discordant voices that pop up from time to time must also be arranged by these two people. In order to make the situation proceed according to their planned script, they are lurking in the enemy's interior to play negative roles.

However, this is a typical example of what is called picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons. Although the two people feel good about themselves and think that they have done a good thing for the alliance, in the process, the alliance has fallen into a more terrifying crisis of trust. , it is still up to Kane and Akara to wipe their butts.

Just as he thought about Kane, he heard Kane's roar coming from afar.

Then I saw a tank pass through my eyes.

That's right, to describe it as a game nerd, it's the power of the little tank in a certain [beep] group of four. After a "woo~~" horn, it sprinted in a straight line with unparalleled power, and pushed a certain person away. The poor guy who was hit first was firmly grasped, and then he knocked up the other poor guys in a straight line.

The old drunkard was the first poor guy, and Mu Laodonggua was the other poor guy. Oh, he flew up. Mu Laodonggua, who was as strong as a tree stump, was actually hit high and flew up.

Covering my forehead with my hands, I followed the parabolic trajectory of a certain short figure with my astonished eyes - flying more than ten meters into the air, and then fell to the ground like a pile of lint, rolling several times, and then... Moved.

Dual control and perfect instant kill! ! ! !

It's hard to imagine that the thin Kane still has such strong strength. Looking at this energy, I'm afraid there will be no problem for this old man to live for another hundred years. This is the common thought in everyone's mind after seeing this scene.

etc! !

Suddenly something occurred to me, and I quickly chased after Kane's sprinting figure.

Mr. Wu, at this critical moment, you are the most loyal.

The old drunkard, who was still running straight with Kane holding his neck with one hand, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind, found me chasing after me from behind, and couldn't help but burst into tears. What is this called? This means that one can tell one's horse power from a distance, and one can see people's hearts over time.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand in front of her and grabbed it behind her, looking for help. The moment she opened her hand, the thing she was holding was immediately blown up by the strong wind.

My magic weapon! !

Suddenly a vicious dog pounced on the food and caught the magic loudspeaker that was about to hit the ground at the critical moment. I breathed a sigh of relief, dusted myself off and stood up. I turned around and cast the angry and desperate eyes of the old drunkard. behind.

The day after the incident happened, with the repeated efforts of Kane and the elven leaders, Kane finally managed to save his image. As for the reasons they used, on the one hand, they vigorously promoted the power of Farah, and then showed some of Farah's research results. Establish him as a knowledgeable and strong master. After this image is established, the rest will not be important. The habit of respecting the strong in the Dark Continent will continue forever as long as the hell forces are not defeated for a day. , as long as you use the excuse "In a powerful organization, there will always be a strong person with an eccentric personality", you can get away with it.

I won’t complain about this familiar setting.

However, what none of us expected was that this time the old drunkards and their mischief caused these long-eared artists to start to use their imaginative and thoughtful minds again, and then, two new schools of art thought , was born.

The first school, to put it simply, is Ishin-ryu. Although it has the same opinion as the other school, it has given disgusting and terrifying comments to Farah’s perverted videos, but it has affirmed Farah’s burning soul in pursuing art (?). The attitude of pursuing art should override the form of artistic expression.

Another school, on the contrary, is of course the aesthetic school. Their meaning is very simple. It is not your fault to be ugly, but it is your fault to look scary.

The two schools have been arguing about this for hundreds of years. Of course, their descendants have never admitted that their school was born because of a perverted video of a perverted old man.

This is just a small episode. The elves, known as the artistic race, have so many artistic schools. There are probably no less than tens of thousands of large and small schools. There are millions of large schools, and there are also unknown schools with only one person. Like the surreal flow, the natural flow, the romantic flow, the abstract flow, the convulsive flow, the flying sword flow...

Thanks to the efforts of both parties, the situation finally calmed down. Of course, the poor old man Farah may not know that he has become famous, and he is still happily hiding in a secret basement to study some weird experiments that will definitely end in an explosion.

The other thing I'm a little concerned about is that... uh, by the way, it's the super fine prince. Since the last time he gave me a pair of expensive gloves for free, he has never been seen again. Even yesterday's farce seems to have disappeared. Not showing up, this disobedient behavior made me think more and more.

Could it be that this guy is working day and night... to make gloves, intending to use these precious silk gloves to smash himself to death?

In this case, I must tell him that I am a man with a special physique that will kill him immediately if he is hit by more than 10,000 pairs of expensive silk gloves.

Time is passing by little by little, and the date of marriage is getting closer and closer. I can almost count down the seconds. The little ghost and the little fox, the eternal enemies, are not idle. They bicker and fight in my house every day. They made trouble, from inside to outside the house, from under the tree to the tree. The house was demolished three times by them. I was among them and suffered a lot of disasters. I couldn't calm down for a day.

Then, finally, the wedding day arrived.

"..."

When I woke up in the morning, I found that the left side of my face was pressed against a small and cute jade foot, and the right side of my face was stamped by a fair and delicate fist. The whole face was sandwiched in the middle, making a ridiculous pose. modeling.

His body was covered with a fluffy fox tail, which he probably subconsciously grabbed and covered in his sleep. Then, going down, another slender tail stretched across him and kicked the round buttocks of a fox on the other side.

Of course, this fox was not idle either. The furry tip of the brown fox tail that he had captured as a quilt kept subconsciously twitching back and forth around the pretty face of a ghost saint who was resting on his lap. It's like a slap in the face, of course it's weak but pitiful.

3p, a real 3p! ! I burst into tears at this moment.

In the Forbidden City battle between the two old enemies last night, for some unknown reason, both of them seemed to deliberately involve themselves, who had been watching from the sidelines. In the end, I don’t know what God unfolded, but the two old enemies in fate actually joined forces. Let's deal with me together!

Woohoo~~, this is not the 3P I want.

After opening the little ghost's feet and the little fox's fist, I slowly sat up and looked in the mirror. Fortunately, no facial deformation occurred.

There was a little movement behind me. There was no need to look back. It was definitely the little fox. The movement I just made was impossible to hide from her as an assassin. As for the little ghost, if it were me, even when she was sleeping Sometimes he would rub her face with Thousand Buddha Hands 1, 2, and 3, or blatantly take off her priest robe, or even if she was sleeping in the necklace, even if she used the absolutely abnormal and invincible speed of 360 degrees per second, She may not be able to wake up from the crazy merry-go-round.

"Bad guy~~!"

Sure enough, the familiar and charming voice that made the man's whole body tingle sounded from behind.

Looking back, the little fox was looking at him unblinkingly with his big eyes that were always shrouded in a seductive mist. For a while, he suddenly crossed his arms with pride and turned his face away.

“哼，坏蛋，少臭美了，我们昨晚可不是因为妒忌你和那个什么女王结婚，才商量好揍你的。”

"..."

Well, thanks to your tsundere attribute, I finally solved the mystery of how these two mortal enemies joined forces last night.

"My Lord Tianhu, it's not like you don't know that this is just a political marriage without emotions."

He gently held this cute little fox in his arms and smelled the alluring girl's body fragrance coming from her hair, like a love potion perfume.

The fragrance exuding from the little fox is the most special. Unlike other girls, it is faint at first, but as you continue to smell it deeply, your nose will not feel that the fragrance has become lighter because it is used to this fragrance, but instead It will become richer and richer, and what's even more strange is that it seems that depending on your mood, the fragrance you smell from the little fox is slightly different every time, but no matter how the fragrance changes, there is only one final effect, and that is serious temptation. Male hormone secretion.

In a word, this little fox was born to tempt men to commit crimes. If it had been born in a peaceful era, it would have been the second concubine, Su Daji.

"Humph, who knows? That queen is also a mainland twin star. She is beautiful and has a good temperament..."

In my arms, this little fox kept whispering with strong jealousy.

Oops, His Highness Tianhu, who is so confident in his charm, shows such a look, stupid... Ahem, shouldn't Artoria be proud?

Smiling slightly, I couldn't help but compare the two people in my heart, but found...there was no comparison at all.

The difference in the charms of the two people is really huge. One is enchanting, one is dignified, one is cunning and wise, one is majestic, one is arrogant, and the other is stupid...

Ah, it seems that he said the last thing he should have said.

Therefore, the preference between two people can only depend on personal preferences. As for me, I still like the little fox more, not to mention the ups and downs that this little fox has accompanied me all the way, the true feelings of adversity I have experienced, and the accumulated experience. Deep feelings, let’s talk about Artoria.

To be honest, I do like this king, but not love, but respect, respect for her personality charm, respect for her great dreams, and respect for her noble qualities.

As for love, uh, sorry, to be honest, a dead house with no ambitions and no bright future who dreams all day long about eating and waiting for death. In front of Artoria, please you guys can also be there. Think about it, bastard, the faint phosphorescence formed by the corpse of a dead maggot is so dim in front of this hot and dazzling sun! !

I complained to myself in my heart, I lowered my head, slowly lifted up the little fox's pretty face, which could not conceal its worry and jealousy, but still tried to show off its indifference, and kissed her.

"Hmm... Wuwu~~"

When the lips touch, the fragrance is like a love potion and the extremely soft touch. If it weren't for the will of the adventurer, an ordinary person would definitely lose his mind in an instant and turn into a lustful beast.

This gentle kiss seemed to make the little fox feel at ease, and she felt that she was still more attractive. After they reluctantly let go, her eyes immediately gained a bit of arrogance and confidence that she should have in normal times, and that suppleness. The cute fox's big tail swung proudly, as if to say, humph, you bad guy, you have indeed surrendered to the charm of this fox. This is a matter of course.

"I'm hungry. I'm going to find something to eat. You bad guy, just starve to death."

With a push of both hands, he left my arms. This beautiful fox faced me, wrinkled its nose delicately, and disappeared outside the door with a silvery laugh that could not be concealed.

Oh, just leave like this? I also want to hug and kiss you more.

I scratched my head in disappointment, and I didn’t immediately follow him to look for food, because I knew that this little fox had a arrogant mouth and a virtuous heart. I will definitely bring back breakfast for three people later.

So, I set my sights on the little ghost, thinking about what ultimate method I should use to wake this little ghost up.

Normally, if she is hungry, it is possible to wake her up by putting a diamond in front of her nose, but the chance is not high.

With the mentality of giving it a try, I casually took out a broken diamond and squatted down next to her. The diamond just landed on the pretty nose of the little saint who was sleeping like a piggy, still a foot away. , she suddenly opened her silver eyes, like a fish jumping out of the water to swallow the bait in one gulp. She raised her head, opened her lips, and took the diamond in her hand, using her sharp teeth. , biting on my fingers.

Ouch ouch ouch——! ! Come on, you fierce piranha! !

I quickly flicked my finger in pain and finally got rid of the terrible bite of the little ghost. While blowing on the red and painful tooth mark, I stared at the little ghost. After I got rid of my finger, the little ghost The thing's head hung limply again, and only the bulging cheeks with diamonds in their mouths proved the reality of the scene just now.

"Woo, it's all Xiaofan's fault~~"

The little ghost said angrily while covering his bulging mouth and chewing heavily to prevent the diamonds from leaking out of his mouth.

After swallowing the last mouthful, the little ghost turned around and lay on the ground, took out a notebook and a quill, and recorded something on it.

Taking a closer look, he saw this little ghost writing on it with a force that seemed to have a grudge against the pen and paper. On a certain morning in a certain year and a certain month, Xiaofan just got up and sent the beautiful elf maid who came to deliver breakfast to him. , threw himself on the bed, took off his clothes and then [beep beep beep beep beep beep]... (The above content is automatically blocked due to extreme disharmony)

"..."

Although I understand that this little ghost actually woke up early in the morning and saw the scene of me and the little fox being intimate, and was dissatisfied, but this is an extremely open and honest method of slander...

how to say? It really has the style of a little ghost.