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

"It's up to you to decide whether to learn the things in this scroll. However, before that, I will tell you the consequences. You must remember it."

Taking a deep breath, Gallen said every word carefully.

"Remember, you can tell others what I taught you before, but what is written on this scroll must not be given to others. It is best... it is best to let it disappear from this world forever.

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"What will be the consequences if you teach others?" Under Galen's stern tone, I took a gulp and asked.

"There is only one consequence." Gallon said calmly.

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

"Just...just kidding."

I was shocked at the time. I had been in Diablo for so many years, but I had never heard that a career could be taken away.

"Nothing is impossible. This world is structured by supreme rules. Life and nature are also part of the rules. We druids inherit the power of nature and are given the honorary title of life arcane ones. This scroll contains

For us, the recorded arcana is undoubtedly a blasphemy against life, nature, faith, and God. If you abuse it or spread it, there is no doubt that the God of Nature will deprive you of your Dru.

In severe cases, you will be deprived of your life, even those you teach will not be able to avoid it."

"Then it will be okay if you pass it to me. Has the Druid profession been taken away?"

I was taken aback and quickly looked at Old Man Gallen up and down. Well, it seemed that he had indeed become an ordinary farmer.

"Don't worry, didn't I just say that the existence of every thing is inevitable, and this scroll is no exception. Single lineage is still allowed, but if possible, I really hope it can disappear completely in your hands.

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Old man Galen patted his butt and stood up: "Okay, enough nonsense, I'm going back to study."

"You want it to disappear from the world so much, why do you still want to teach it to me?"

"Because your stupid face has a difficult future written all over it. I don't want the only guy I have spent time teaching to die a useless person. At least give me the title of a hero."

Old man Galen said while yawning as he walked.

"..."

I can't refute it. Although what this hairy-legged fairy said is hard to hear, I can't refute it at all.

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

Suddenly, old man Gallen stopped, turned his back and scratched his head.

"I really hope that this word will never come out of my mouth for the rest of my life. I have no choice but to listen carefully. When you feel that your life is not long and you want to pass it on, tell your incompetent student the name of this trick...

…”

He glanced back, his gaze flashing as sharp as a knife, and the old man Galen slowly uttered two words.

"[Crime and Punishment]."

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The worst memories in the worst time, probably right now. Wouldn't this be reduced to a scene of memories that will inevitably appear when the protagonist reaches the moment of life and death, just like a hot-blooded comic book?

There is no time, no matter, and I am separated from the memory fragments. I float quietly in this void where I don’t know the up, down, left, and right, full of complaints about myself.

Maybe I found two of the worst teachers in the world. One encouraged me to play Total Rage, and the other was even worse, teaching me to blaspheme my own life and beliefs.

However, although the teacher was terrible, it was not as bad as the extremely bad situation we were facing.

The body has been completely restrained by the [Potential] released by tens of thousands of Sinking Demons. Carlos' words are still wrong. A pseudo-domain level adventurer is in the center of this [Potential], enjoying the power of thousands of Sinking Demons.

During the one-on-one VIP reception, not only was the body unable to move, but even the connection between consciousness and body was forcibly separated.

Thanks to this, in the state of soul consciousness, I can't feel the pressure and harm caused by this [potential] at all now. Should I be grateful?

Andariel was standing in front, looking down at himself with a condescending and joking look. Isn't he going to take action immediately? What is it waiting for? Or is it playing a cat and mouse game?

In short, it can't get any worse than now, maybe the only way to fight fire with fire is to use the bad knowledge of those two bad teachers.

However, I originally thought that I would never use it in this life, and I didn't even want to think about it - oh, it turns out that I still have this kind of powerful box-pressing skills, which one should I use?

The two memories just now were quietly replayed in my mind.

What is the nature of the Blood Bear?

It is nothing but destruction. It is nothing but destruction.

To put it figuratively, it is like a meat grinder that takes names such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, whether it is love, hate, desire, responsibility, belief, these emotions, these desires, these constraints, as raw materials,

Stuffed into the body of the blood bear, and finally made into raw meatballs called consciousness of destruction.

The blood bear does not need emotions or reason. It needs nothing but destruction. Therefore, it can only display its true power in a completely violent state.

As for the [Crime and Punishment] move, there is nothing to explain. The only thing I have to consider is whether after using it, I will be deprived of my position as a druid and become an ordinary person with no power. This kind of

The result is more terrifying than losing their lives for most adventurers, and I am no exception.

Both options are bad, and not necessarily a way out of the situation.

Just be a bachelor and do both at the same time. I smiled softly in my conscious state and already made a decision in my heart.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to be separated from Vilas and the others, this is love!

I don’t want to die, I want to brag with Lal and the others, and fight monsters with Carlos and the others. This is called friendship!

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

Not wanting to die, just simply not wanting to die, not wanting to disappear from this world, this is called desire!

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 a single excuse to die. This is called faith!

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! If anyone wants to stop me, then... destroy it!!

Then, at the cost of life and faith, bear the sin and punishment of blasphemy, and be released!!

…

Andalil raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, his heart suddenly tightened.

After receiving the order from the main body, why hasn't that Azmodan guy come yet?

"Boom--!!"

Several drought thunder suddenly sounded in the sky covered with yellow sand, and the sky gradually became gloomier, as if it was about to be suppressed. The depressive weather made Andalil feel inexplicably irritable, and he vaguely felt that something terrible was approaching him.

, she decided not to wait for Azmodan.

"Lord Andariel, look-!!"

Suddenly, Salida, one of the twelve elite wizards from the third world, screamed.

Looking down at Salida's fearful eyes, Andalil's heart suddenly tightened. The ominous premonition finally spread, making him feel cold, and there was a surge of "Run away now, it's still too late" in his heart.

] strong emotions.

Looking around, in the center of the magic circle, the "Position" united by thousands of fallen demons was tightly restrained in mid-air. The adventurer, who had no power to resist, suddenly twitched all over.

The face suddenly distorted to an incredible degree, the mouth opened wide, and it let out a meaningless low roar. The limbs of the whole body were bent and swollen at an extremely unnatural angle. The skin cracked, and a large amount of blood spurted out, instantly staining it.

Become a bloody man.

Black mist, colder than hell and colder than the abyss, began to fill the center of the magic circle, gradually covering the people inside.

The black mist rolled, and the roar coming from inside gradually became louder, carrying destruction without any emotion, and gradually condensed into a black mist-like monster that was dozens of meters high.

It has no entity, and is formed by black mist that exudes the purest aura of destruction. The lower body is like a bloated insect body, and the upper body is in the form of a demon. A pair of demonic hands as thick as the waist are spread out, and the sharp claws are gently swiped in the void.

With just one stroke, the [power] formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons opened a huge hole.

Behind it is a pair of deformed and asymmetrical black bone wings. When unfolded, they look like branches growing out of a bare and dead locust tree, with an ugly and incomplete beauty, symbolizing the withering glory and destruction of all things.

The black mist-like head formed a pair of devil horns, with no mouth or nose, and only two lantern-sized crimson eyes looming in the black mist, with a red coldness that made even the devils stand on end.

“Aww——————!!”

This is definitely the strangest and ugliest black mist-like monster that Andariel has seen in thousands of years. Like a butterfly from hell that has just emerged from its cocoon, it unfolds its thick demonic claws.

His ancient wings spread out, and he suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a roar.

Suddenly, black mist erupted from the fog-like monster like a flood, swallowing up the sky and the earth.

Before they had time to react, in the eyes of Andariel, the twelve Sinking Demon wizards, and tens of thousands of Sinking Demons, the world that was originally covered in yellow sand was suddenly shrouded in a spreading thick fog.

It was as if they were forcibly pulled from the world of sand into another black world. The sky and the earth were filled with a black mist that made them tremble, and there was no more grain of sand to be seen.

In the center of the black fog, there is the fog-like monster that looks like an insect, a bear, a dragon, or a demon. Its body is enlarged countless times again, and its lower body is completely integrated with this black fog world. Its upper body is hundreds of meters high, and it is completely

The black bone wings that spread out to cover a kilometer in radius were like the black World Tree supporting the world.

"boom--!!"

The sharp claws turned into a fist, and the punch hit the air hard. It seemed to hit something, making a dull sound. Where the fist hit, countless network-like cracks appeared out of thin air, extending outward.

It was an invisible force formed by tens of thousands of fallen demons, and it was shattered by this big fist that shattered the sky and the earth.

"boom--!!"

With another punch, the whole earth shook violently. Thousands of fallen demons fell to the ground helplessly, and a big hole appeared in the intact [Position].

"Ouch————!!"

A roar full of destruction came out of the fog monster's mouth again. It stretched out its huge claws, grabbed at the broken hole, and then roared and pulled hard to both sides.

"Click - click -"

The extremely powerful [Potential] collapsed.
Chapter completed!