Chapter 815: Power!

It was an overwhelming scarlet-colored fallen devil, 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 body and pollute 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

, I have never seen it even in two monster attacks. I can only see it in Bisubosu'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've seen it. Although the quantity is not inferior to my eyes, the quality is far from comparable to this group of people who exude naked power.

, violent, destructive, and flashing shrewd eyes that have experienced many battles, compared to all the fallen demons I have seen before, they 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, the exact same guy!!

It was more than two years after I came to the Dark World. It was probably due to a certain opportunity that 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 fallen demon is a fallen demon entity from hell!!

They looked at Carlos and the others covertly, and both noticed the shock in their eyes, and seemed to have guessed that there were probably tens of thousands of fallen demons, real demons from hell, butchers, 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 have experienced hundreds of 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 geek 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 thundering roar came from the center of the array, and in the center of the blood-stained red carpet, a bent figure slowly stood up, and finally stood upright, 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, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

From a distance, you can only see the figure's hair, which is as spiritual as Medusa, and the 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 his real body. Judging from the aura emanating from him, he should be just a clone. What really overwhelmed us was the tens of thousands of fallen demons, which used a strange method 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 grass 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 aura 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 spread out its AT stance, its momentum sweeping across the entire desert!!

Damn it, Sister An is the boss of the Sinking Demon. Of course, when she comes, she can inspire the morale of the army 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 double eyelids.

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 in our eyes and missing nothing, we quietly, using our hands and feet in a slightly funny and awkward way, kept retreating until we retreated from the sand dune.

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.

"Grandma, 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 smart and intelligent hell army, which is already qualified to sweep across the second world.

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

It is the Sinking Demon that seems to be the weakest, and its auras fit together perfectly. Regardless of its power, at least the aura it displays 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 fit, is far inferior to the tens of thousands of fallen demons just now. This makes me fearful and can't help but

It gives rise to an inexplicable sense of self-mockery - when did our career changers' mastery and application of momentum become inferior to that of a small fallen demon?

"What is 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 looked at a loss. Carlos was surprised by Seattle's confusion.

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This... what is going on?

Why do Seattle Ke and I, both taught by old drunkards, feel marginalized by teachers and classmates?

"No, Seatik should definitely know it. 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 could I have completely forgotten 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 that I mistakenly blamed the old drunkard.

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

Even though he was as thick-skinned as a steel plate, Seatik 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 it? The only thing I'm sure of is that even if I was in a fuzzy state at the time, I would never be as shameless as this guy from Seattle."

People pick their noses in public.

"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, a three-good student, probably despaired of us two bad students. He sighed deeply, and Seacoat and I quickly sat up straight and acted like we were all ears.

When the book is used, it will be less regretful, and it means 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 he said this, Carlos 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!!"

The word that came out of his mouth gently felt like it weighed ten thousand pounds 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 arrive.

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Having said this, 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.
To be continued...