Chapter 815: Power!

It was an overwhelming scarlet of fallen demons, dyeing the desert red. Viewed from a high position, it looked like a pot of scarlet stinking blood that was constantly stirring, exuding an evil breath that could corrode the human body and filthy the soul.

There were approximately over 10,000 fallen demons all gathered together, without a trace of impurity, like the evil cuckoos blooming all over the mountains and plains, red as blood, lingering in black air, with a crazy and desolate beauty of hell, this spectacular scene , has never been seen even in the two monster attacks, and can only be seen in Bisu Bosu's lair in Rogge Camp.

But it's different. Whether it's the first world or the second world's Bisu Bosu's lair, I have seen it. Although the quantity is not inferior to my eyes, the quality is far from comparable to this group of people who exude nakedness. Compared with the powerful, violent, destructive, and shrewd eyes of the fallen demon who have experienced many battles, all the fallen demons I have seen before are as fragile as toys.

No, I had seen such a fallen demon before! !

The memory that was about to disappear in my mind suddenly came to life under the strong stimulation. 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 I came to the Dark World. It was probably because of a certain opportunity that I attracted the attention of Demon King Andariel. At that time, it sent such a thing to the Rogge camp in the first world. It happened to be the opposite of him, and he was eventually sent back to his hometown to get married.

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

They looked at Carlos and the others covertly, and both noticed the shock in their eyes. They seemed to have guessed that there were probably tens of thousands of fallen demons, real demons and butchers from hell. Their power Although they may not be much stronger than the monsters here, they are more cunning, insidious, evil, bloodthirsty, and cruel... Even if you pour all negative and vicious words on them, it is not an exaggeration.

The most important thing is that these fallen demons who came out of hell are experienced in many battles!

It is the powerful aura exuding from these fallen demons that gather together in a very strange way. I don’t know how to describe it specifically. If I use nerd terms to explain it, it will be fine.

Each Sinking Demon is like a component of Transformers. These components fit together perfectly and eventually form a huge mechanical monster that oppresses us so much that we can't breathe. It dominates the sky, swallows clouds, and has eyes like thunder. It seems to destroy heaven and earth.

That's probably the feeling, huh.

"Ouch——!!"

A thunderous roar came from the center of the formation, and in the center of the blood-stained red carpet, a bent figure slowly stood up, and finally stood upright completely, spread his hands, raised his body high, and let out the dark sound just now With a majestic roar, a huge body two feet tall stood in the center of the dwarf-like fallen demon, so tall and awe-inspiring, invincible.

From a distance, you can only see the figure's hair, which is as spiritual as Medusa, and its shape rising into the sky is as dazzling as an eternal fire of the sun.

Just by seeing this unique hair and that female body, without thinking, we have already guessed the identity of the person - yes, she is the Great Demon King Andariel!

Fortunately, the Andariel in front of us is not the real body. Judging from the aura emanating from it, it should be just a clone. What really overwhelmed us was the tens of thousands of fallen demons, using a strange way that we could not understand. The aura of hell emitted by combining its own momentum into one is the same as the arrival of the devil king's true body. It is so huge and dark that one can feel that wherever these fallen demons go, the huge aura of darkness will sweep them away. The place instantly turned into a hell on earth with no vegetation and no life.

I don’t know what Andariel meant by running all the way from Rogge’s camp.

The next moment, I understood why. After Andariel appeared, the momentum composed of tens of thousands of fallen demons suddenly showed signs of life. These fallen demons let out excited and cruel screams, and the sounds were connected together, as if after the armor was exploded Unit No. 1 roared high and unfolded its AT stance, its momentum sweeping across the entire desert! !

Damn it, Sister An is the boss of the Sinking Demon. Of course she can inspire the troops and even serve as the center.

After thinking about this, I began to blink my eyelids in depression - I had no choice, now that I could move my whole body without being noticed by the monster on the opposite side, I only had these eyelids left.

And those twelve pseudo-domain-level elite fallen magic wizards! !

After Andariel appeared, the twelve fallen magicians surrounding it, who had a special place in this scarlet carpet, caught my attention.

After taking everything into account and missing nothing, we quietly, using our hands and feet in a slightly funny and awkward way, kept retreating. It wasn't until we retreated from the sand dunes that we dared to stand up, look at each other, and use the best power we could to conceal our momentum. He reached the maximum speed and ran away quickly.

After more than ten kilometers, everyone gathered together panting, their eyes rolling, communicating their shock at the moment.

"***, what on earth is going on?"

Seattlek, who had never given up even when facing Yizuer, now had a trembling voice.

It's too powerful, it's really too powerful. There are tens of thousands of fallen demon entities, twelve elite fallen magicians who have reached the advanced level of the pseudo-realm, plus Andariel's clone. This force requires strength, strength, and experience. Experience requires a brainy hell army that is already qualified to sweep across the second world.

But, what's with that terrible smell? The most terrifying thing inside is not Andariel's clone, nor the twelve pseudo-domain-level fallen magic wizards.

It is the Sinking Demon who seems to be the weakest. The auras fit together perfectly. Regardless of the power, at least the aura displayed is no different from the arrival of the real Demon King in my opinion.

I have seen a similar phenomenon a while ago. When the mages on the city wall performed magic together, their mental fluctuations also showed signs of fusion, forming a larger, breathless power.

However, the momentum of hundreds of mages combined, no matter in terms of quantity, quality, or compatibility, is far inferior to the tens of thousands of fallen demons just now. This makes me afraid and can't help but It gives rise to an inexplicable sense of self-mockery - when did we career changers outperform a small Sinking Demon in terms of mastering and using momentum?

"What's going on with those fallen demons? Why are they obviously the weakest guys, but they can exude the most terrifying aura?!"

After I had a vague understanding in my mind, Seatik, who had a big barbarian mouth, looked at us shamelessly.

"Huh? Didn't Teacher Kasha tell you?"

Carlos seemed to be more surprised than us. He glanced at the other three people. Sister Sharna pursed her cold and arrogant lips, as if she knew something. Seattle K looked confused, and Carlos was surprised by Seattle K's confusion. .

This... what is going on?

Why do Seattle Ke and I feel ostracized by our teachers and classmates, both taught by an old drunkard?

"No, Seatik should definitely know. I still remember clearly that when Teacher Kasha talked about this knowledge, you were standing aside."

Carlos said with great certainty, looking at Seattle with confusion in his eyes.

"You really don't remember what Teacher Kasha taught us when we were students?"

"Really, such a thing happened? How come I completely forgot about it? Speaking of the student days, that was fifty or sixty years ago. I'm really glad you still remember it, Carlos. So you still remember what I was doing at that time. What?"

Seattlek carelessly inserted his little finger into his nostril and picked it back and forth while asking coaxingly.

"Remember, when Teacher Kasha was teaching these knowledge, you were looking around and doing the same thing as you are doing now."

Carlos pointed expressionlessly at Seattle's nose-picking behavior.

I:"……"

It seems I made the mistake of blaming the old drunkard.

"Haha, thank you for remembering me. You have a good memory, my brother."

Seatok, who was as thick-skinned as steel, couldn't help but smile and pulled out his little finger, and what came out was a sticky thing stuck together.

Isn’t this guy disgusting?

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

Carlos looked at me with a look like "Maybe you were picking your nose when Teacher Kasha was teaching?"

"Why?"

I made a silly response, is this happening? Why don't I remember? The only thing I'm sure of is that even if I was in a state of mind at the time, I would never be like this guy from Seattle, picking his nose in public with such shamelessness.

"Forget it, I will replace Teacher Kasha and tell you again. Don't forget it again in the future, otherwise you may lose your life."

Carlos, the three good students, probably despaired of us two bad students, so he sighed deeply. Seacoat and I quickly sat upright, as if we were all ears.

When the book comes to use, I will regret it less. It is the two of us now.

"Listen carefully, even if they are entities, the power of ten thousand fallen demons cannot compare to one real demon king. The gap between the two cannot be made up by quantity."

Moistening his throat, Carlos entered teaching mode.

"But why can it exude an aura that is not inferior to that of the Demon King? This is related to what I want to explain to you now."

As if he wanted to arouse our thirst for knowledge so as to deepen our memory, when Carlos said this, he paused for a moment and looked at the two of us with eyes full of knowledge.

I really can't tell that this guy is very discerning as a teacher.

"Position!!"

A word that came out of his mouth gently felt like it weighed ten thousand kilograms to me and Seatik, and we felt a sense of enlightenment in our hearts.

"We call this ability [Position]. The combined strength of ten thousand fallen demons is indeed not as strong as one Demon King, but the momentum they perfectly fit together can force the Demon King's true form to come. .”

At this point, Carlos's face darkened slightly.

"In the first and second worlds, this kind of ability is not common. Monsters that are projections and clones, no matter how many there are, cannot form the so-called [potential]. But in the third world, [potential] is something like this. But it is an indispensable ability for us to fight monsters. The first thing adventurers who arrive in the third world must learn is how to integrate their own [Position] into everyone else's [Potential]. Only in this way can we and the number Fight huge monsters, otherwise, you will feel like you are fighting alone even if your comrades are by your side."

"So that's it."

Seike and I suddenly realized, nodding our heads like chickens pecking at rice. The truth is not difficult to understand, not to mention that we already had such vague guesses. Carlos's words were like pointing to a road sign, making our guesses clear. Guidance to the right path.

"[Potential] is a very scary thing. I'm afraid you have experienced it firsthand just now. The pressure it generates is dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than our adventurer's field. Ask yourself, under the pressure just now, Among them, how much strength can we display? I'm afraid it's less than 50%."

Carlos looked at us and said, having to admit this fact, I nodded dejectedly, and even Sister Sharna did not deny it out loud.

"This is still quite a distance away. If we were directly surrounded by this [power], with the strength of our pseudo-realm, under that huge pressure, I'm afraid we wouldn't even have the strength to stand up straight. Therefore, in the third world, facing those monster groups that gather in groups and are large enough to form even a small [power], it is difficult for the adventure team to shake them."

Huh?

Why does my sixth sense produce a deep chill in one of Carlos' words? Could it be that the tragic aura is about to happen again? No, you bastard! ! ! !

"However, I didn't expect that these stupid fallen demons can actually generate [power]. The third world is really not something to be underestimated."

These people completely ignored me holding my head and moaning while chatting. Seattlek took over Carlos's words, tilted his head in confusion and said, as if he felt that he had thought of the third world too simply.

"No, Seattle, I don't deny the last sentence, but I have to correct the previous sentence." As soon as Seattle's words finished, Carlos shook his head.

"The generation of [Potential] has nothing to do with intelligence or stupidity, so the stupidity of the Sinking Demon cannot be used as an example."

Probably because the teacher was addicted, Carlos moistened his throat and continued to teach the two students who were sitting upright.

"There are several factors that produce [potential]. First, as I just said, there must be at least a soul core, which is real life. Only things that truly have life can produce self-awareness, thereby converting the soul The emotions released from the world turn into [Potential], which is the essence of Shi. The monster projections and clones in the first and second worlds, no matter how strong they are or how many in number, cannot produce [Potential]. This is the reason why. "

Seeing our stunned expressions, Carlos nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"Secondly, the generation of [potential] requires that every individual in it has a certain degree of compatibility. This degree of compatibility is what we adventurers call teamwork. An adventure team that truly integrates the entire team into individuals. Even the breathing rate can be instinctively consistent during combat."

"So, this kind of cooperation that has been cultivated for a long time has nothing to do with whether it is smart or not. For the hell demons, whether they can hone [power] depends on three major aspects. First, whether they are of the same race; second, Whether the fighting style is the same; thirdly, whether it has a pure evil heart.

For example, a group of Sinking Demons and a group of Death Knights may not be able to develop [Strength] no matter how hard they train, because they are of different races. For the Sinking Demons, the Death Knights are superior and at the top of the food chain; The attack methods of the demons are also different. The Sinking Demon is melee, and the Death Knight is the main long-range auxiliary melee. And lastly, the Death Knight is much more arrogant and cunning than the Sinking Demon, and it is impossible to cooperate with it, so there will never be any relationship between them. It is possible to produce [Potential], on the contrary, a group of fallen demons purely born for killing are the easiest to produce. "

"Carlos, according to what you said, wouldn't it be easy for us adventurers to generate [power]?" Seattle Ke, who was transformed from a skipping boy into a good student, raised his hand and asked.

"That's right. In fact, under the pressure of the current situation, we adventurers who are determined to drive out the devil are the ones most likely to develop [power]."

Having said this, Carlos smiled slightly.

"However, because the number of people in each adventure team simply does not meet the minimum requirements for [Potential] generation, everyone does not know much about this ability. This is related to the alliance's strategy. In the first and second worlds, it is not You need to rely on [Position], and in the third world, you will naturally be taught by experienced seniors to help you quickly master this ability."