Chapter 1,652 A Big Wave of Dark History Is Coming

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I hesitated for a long time, and seeing how valuable this secret was, I reluctantly nodded with a pained expression on my face, and was already cursing in my heart.

"Actually..." After the deal was completed, the old drunkard immediately entered the mode of remembering the past, his eyes became blurred, and he stared motionlessly at the gloomy dark clouds over the burial ground.

"Actually, I'm not a human being."

I:"……"

This...could it be that I was hallucinating.

I scolded this guy in my mind, so it caused auditory hallucinations? No, that doesn't seem to be the case.

When an old drunkard said something like this, I didn't know how to speak out.

Just like when he was about to scold the other party, "You are not a human being", the other party said "I am not a human being" first, but he was stunned and did not know how to say the next lines.

After thinking about it, I looked at her with sympathy and comforted her: "I know you are very depressed during this period, but there is no need to torture and insult yourself like this, even though everyone knows this is a fact."

"You know nothing." The old drunkard was furious and kicked me out of the mausoleum.

"Do you think I'm joking with you? Watch."

After roaring like this, the old drunkard suddenly assumed a mighty posture like a glaring King Kong, with his elbows bent. Moving to both sides, he transformed into a Saiyan and became a Saiyan.

I:"……"

A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing my cold and pitiful eyes. The old drunkard who was posing on the mausoleum in a transformed posture made no move.

This guy... is dying, terminal brain cancer?

"It's a mistake. It's been so many years. I've forgotten how to do it." She slapped the back of her head, coughed awkwardly a few times, muttered something in a low voice, roared again, eyes wide with anger, this time she stretched her body and raised her right hand. , just like Superman transformed.

Just when I was about to continue watching the joke. While she was preparing a sharp line of complaint in her heart, suddenly, endless golden light burst out from her body along with the old drunkard's movements.

Oh oh oh----! ! What the hell is this? It blinded my titanium alloy dog! !

I was filled with tears by the sudden dazzling golden light, and rolled on the ground holding my eyes.

What happened?

Wait for your eyes to adjust. I rubbed it desperately, opened it, and saw the old drunkard wrapped in a layer of bright golden light above the mausoleum.

The gloomy and cold burial ground was illuminated by her golden light. It's warm.

"Is this..." I widened my eyes and asked.

"Why are you putting on your equipment when you have nothing to do?"

"Be careful, idiot." A stone hit my head with such powerful force that I hugged my head and screamed.

Damn it, don’t think that you are invincible just because you are coated with a layer of golden light. The golden slime druid that gives you experience can be used too much. I will fight with you for my life!

I stood up and was about to do some posing, and the realm of world power came on stage, but I stopped halfway through the movement.

Well, something is wrong. The golden light on the old drunkard's body does not look like the light of golden equipment all over his body.

I think back when this druid finally managed to put together a set of golden outfits and transformed into a golden shining, he didn't have half the power of the light in front of him.

But it seems familiar, very familiar, I have definitely seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized it as soon as I clapped my hands.

Isn't this the unique golden light of the Valkyrie?

Immediately, there was a roar in the brain, and the machine stopped. The body stagnated in the action of clapping the palms, as if it was petrified, and could not move at all.

God, I was just joking on God's birthday and you actually made it real? That’s not how the protagonist’s aura is used.

"You...you are the Valkyrie?"

I don’t know how long it took before I finally spoke out with difficulty.

"Hmph, it seems that your brain is not completely broken, and you finally figured it out."

As soon as the golden light dissipated, the old drunkard sat down carelessly and picked up the wine jar again.

This is really...how to describe it? Even the screenwriter couldn't make it up, such a coincidence makes people speechless.

After staying for a while, I grabbed my hair and sat down next to the old drunkard.

"Well, you accepted it so quickly?" My attitude surprised the other party.

"How should I put it? I've made this possibility a joke before, so it's easier to accept it."

"You bastard, you actually made a joke on me?" The old drunkard was furious.

"Didn't I guess right?" I also flipped the table angrily.

The momentum was on the verge of breaking out, but the old drunkard quickly sighed like a balloon being popped and started drinking.

"Well, it looks like you are the burgundy demon Valkyrie."

I murmured. To be honest, it still felt like a dream. I had been facing this shameless guy for nearly ten years, but he was just a created Valkyrie?

This feeling is like one day, a certain person who I have been playing with since I was a child is very round and looks like a civet cat. It has a cat beard on its face, a bell hanging around its neck, and is blue and white all over. There is a belly in the middle. The bad friend with the strange pocket suddenly took off his head in front of me one day and told me in a mechanical voice that he was not actually a human being, but just like a Doraemon, which surprised me.

No, no, no, in this case, it should be other people who are surprised, right? They are surprised by my dog ​​eyes and IQ...

In short, although the metaphor used is very awkward, but basically, it is such an incredible feeling.

"No, wait!" I suddenly discovered a huge flaw.

"Logically speaking, although the Valkyrie looks similar to her master, she is not exactly the same. Especially now, even if you have never seen the burgundy demon before, just from hearing the rumors, I can imagine how big the gap is."

After a pause, I stared at the old drunkard: "Such a big gap, Red B... Oh. No, it's the Elf clan. How could that Lanster not see that and think you are a burgundy devil?"

"I didn't expect that your brain was so bright that you could think of this." The old drunkard looked at me with a surprised look and stretched out his hand.

"What?" I was furious, this guy was greedy.

"A bottle of Sac Crystal wine, I'll tell you the reason, don't worry. This reason is guaranteed to make you feel it is worth it, very worth it. If it is not worth it, it will cost you nothing."

"real?"

"I'm not lying to you, I don't need [money] if it's not worth it." The old drunkard said with a smile.

I always felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out for the time being. I hesitated for a while and nodded.

then. Then I heard the old drunkard slightly talking about that period of history, about the dark history of Red B’s classmate.

"That guy Lantes was claimed to be the number one genius of the elves back then. He was very arrogant. At that time, the relationship between the Alliance and the elves was far from good. When I heard the rumors about the wine-red demon, then The guy was the first one to be dissatisfied, thinking that the burgundy demon was not much bigger than him and definitely not as strong as him, so he challenged him, uh, you know the result."

I nodded and understood very well.

Although Lanster is powerful and is now the strongest in the world, compared to the legendary wine-red devil, the gap is really not even a little bit, and he will probably be killed instantly.

"Not only was he stronger, but his arrogance and arrogance also made the opponent feel inferior. After the defeat, Lanster's arrogance was completely eliminated, and he was completely obsessed with that guy, and he willingly became an errand boy. ."

That rascal? Is that what the old drunkard called her summoner? It seems that the relationship inside is not simple either.

As for what he said just now, even if the old drunkard didn't say it, I could guess it. Lanster made deals with me several times, asking me to turn the old drunkard back into the burgundy devil he used to be. These actions all revealed his deep feelings. Fascinated with and worshiped the powerful and arrogant figure who defeated him in the past.

But this would be even more wrong.

"Since Red...Lancet is obsessed with the burgundy devil, then he should be able to see the difference between you and her better?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet. The next words are where the value lies." The old drunkard narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"Unless you saw it with your own eyes, you would never believe it. Ever since he was defeated and became his younger brother, Lanster, although he is still as conceited and arrogant as before when facing other people, in front of that guy, he has completely changed into An innocent little boy who doesn’t even have the courage to raise his head and take a serious look at the other person will blush if he catches that guy’s gaze.”

After a pause, the old drunkard continued with a smile: "And it just so happened that during the challenge, the guy was wearing a hooded cloak and a wide hat, which did not let our innocent little boy see his true face. .”

"But during the battle, the cloak and hat should always fall off." I had a new question.

"Lancet... didn't even have the strength to ask that guy to take off his hat. He was defeated in one move and was trampled under his feet." The old drunkard explained calmly while drinking.

I:"……"

Although I expected a huge gap in strength, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Red B Senbei, you are so pitiful. It seems that you are the best candidate for the title of Suicide.

"However, it's incredible to be obsessed with someone for a lifetime without even knowing what the other person looks like."

"It's nothing incredible. That kind of power, that kind of arrogance, that kind of majesty can make people fall in love with him even if he doesn't need his appearance, especially for a guy like Lanster."

"I can't believe that you have such a high opinion of your summoner."

"Hmph, I'm just telling the truth." The old drunkard curled his lips disdainfully.

"Besides, that guy has nothing but these advantages."

I automatically filtered out these sour words and quickly memorized the information in my mind.

It's rare that the old drunkard didn't lie to me once. This information is really worth it. The innocent little boy in the past is now a cold-faced and sinister man. Who can imagine it, except the old drunkard? Red B children's shoes, you I have already grasped the handle, hahaha!

"Back to business."

I activated my special talent, the powerful function of the Little Saint of Hao Ji Xing. After memorizing all this information, I straightened my mind.

No matter how shocking it is, the past of Red B Children's Shoes is just additional information.

The summoner of the old drunkard. Where is that burgundy devil now? What is involved with Sister Sharna? This is what I am most concerned about at the moment.

Logically speaking. The summoned Valkyrie cannot be too far away from the summoner, but it’s not like the skills cannot be optimized and improved. Just like me, if I go to the second world by myself, I can’t leave Xiaoxue and the others next to Vilas and the others. Maybe the burgundy demon also has it. Similar means.

The problem was that the demon who was said to be aloof and domineering actually abandoned the old drunkard who was a Valkyrie in the camp. I ignored it for decades.

Could it be that this is the reason why the old drunkard is decadent, sad, and gives up on himself? It is possible that he was abandoned by his master after all.

"The burgundy devil...what happened now and where is it?" After pondering in his mind. I asked carefully, and immediately raised my ears, waiting for the next, highly anticipated answer.

"That guy..." The wine jar in his hand fell slowly, and the old drunkard let out a burp.

"That guy. He's dead."

"Oh, that's it, he's dead."

I nodded my head and kept this amazing news in my mind.

It turns out... is already dead.

No, bastard————! ! ! !

It's not that this news isn't shocking, but it's just too shocking. The burgundy devil, the woman who was exaggerated to be so powerful, actually died like this... so lightly?

"I... I said, just think that you and your summoner have a deep hatred. There is no need to curse the other person like this." The corners of my mouth twitched, with a look of surprise and disbelief on my face.

"There is no curse, no deep hatred, and more importantly, there is no benefit in lying to you. The guy is dead, already dead."

Looking at the complicated and lonely look on the old drunkard's face, I began to believe it.

"Your summoner is dead, why are you still..."

"Yeah, why am I still alive? I don't know exactly. Maybe I'm special. From the moment I was summoned, I had my own consciousness. I can't explain to you why your ghost wolves mutated. Likewise, that guy is not much weaker than you."

After glancing at me, the old drunk seemed to compare in his mind, and then said after a while.

"Well, to be honest, that guy is already strong enough, but it seems that you are a little more perverted than her."

At this point, she laughed: "Maybe this is why that guy Lanster is always unhappy with you, because in his heart, that guy is the strongest, and now, you are even stronger than that guy. Some."

"Really?" I felt so privileged. I didn't expect that I could be on par with the burgundy devil, and even more powerful than him. In this case, I might have given myself a similar nickname, uh... just Just call him the crimson devil (idiot).

who--! ! Who added the mysterious sound to me without permission, bastard! ! !

"Okay, let's not talk about why your summoner died, but you are still alive and kicking...Okay, I will believe you for the time being and assume that the burgundy demon is dead." I pressed my temples hard and thought How to ask.

"What happened at that time, and how did your summoner die? Who can kill her?"

"You think too highly of that guy. Although I admit that her talent is outrageous, even more than that of Tarasha back then, but her age is there. At that time, she was just entering the world. It’s just high-level strength.”

"Well……"

[Just] Advanced World Power? Your sister is much better than me now.

"How old?" I asked with bad intentions.

"I can't remember clearly. I must have been in my sixties or seventies."

"Oh." I immediately found my psychological balance. I'm only in my thirties. When I reach my sixties or seventies, I can't be a high-level world power.

But we can also see how powerful the burgundy demon is. Carlos and Seattle are about the same age now, no more than ten years younger at most, but they are only in the realm of the realm now, and they are probably about the same age as Lance at that time. They are very similar. Although they are both geniuses who are rare to see in a thousand years, they still burst into tears in front of the monster-like genius.

"What happened at that time?" After imagining it in my mind, I continued to ask.

"That incident is still tabooed. Not many people know that it almost caused a disaster a hundred years ago."

The old drunkard had a look on her face that reminded her of those days. Just as I was listening intently, she shook her head.

"Actually, I don't know much about the whole process."

"Then tell me what you know." I lifted the table angrily.

"Back then, the Four Demon Kings planned a conspiracy, and the Alliance of the Fallen participated in it. The alliance was unprepared for a moment, and the Alliance of the Fallen approached the World Stone, leaving a flaw in the World Stone, allowing the Four Demon Kings' conspiracy to succeed, and directly from Hell opens a door to the second world.”

The old drunkard said eloquently... It would be better to say that her tone was as if she was reading a book, and she did not say anything in detail. How did the Four Demon Kings collude with the Fallen Alliance, and how did the Fallen Alliance get close to the World Stone? How to leave a flaw in it and open the door to connection.

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