Chapter 2996 The Opponent Is Too Strong

Facing the increasingly intense magic fluctuations, I quickly stopped my movements, waved my hands, and said: "Brother, please don't get excited, take a deep breath, yes, like me, inhale - exhale - inhale, oh, please don't do it again I have condensed the dazzling lines, I don’t mean any harm, you should be able to sense it, right?”

"Killing intent can be disguised." The tavern owner's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice: "If I don't prepare in advance, when you take out your hand, my end may come."

"No, no, no, you are worrying too much. Believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to show you something, something that might lessen your hostility."

However, even if I persuaded him in every possible way, the boss remained silent and concentrated on the dazzling patterns. Five, six, seven, eight, and until ten, the concentration was over.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he stared at me quietly until the next second, he spoke: "Okay, you can take your hands out."

"Are you fully prepared?" My eyes were calm and my expression was as usual: "Can I really take out the things?"

"Okay," the tavern owner said solemnly.

"Then" he slowly took out his hand, handed it to the table, and slowly spread his fingers.

The moment he opened his fingers, a powerful and ethereal magic wave swept across the entire room in an instant.

The tavern owner was suddenly stunned. He stared blankly at the thing lying quietly in my hand. His eyes froze for a moment. After a while, he looked shocked and said with difficulty: "This, this is."

"Don't say you don't know it." I gently pushed the thing that emitted powerful magic waves in front of him so that he could take a closer look. "Although this thing has disappeared in the demon world for hundreds of millions of years, what it represents The meaning is that even after hundreds, thousands, hundreds of millions of years, it will not be buried in the dust of history.”

As I spoke, I stretched out my index finger, tapped the thing a few times, and said in a serious tone, "Because it is history."

With the end of the last word, ten dazzling patterns filled with magic power that could burst out with powerful destructive power at any time were all frozen and disintegrated.

After about two breaths, no more fluctuations can be felt.

The tavern owner did not reach out to touch the things on the table, but stared at it with a shocked face, feeling the magic contained in it and the magic fluctuations emanating from it extremely seriously.

It was a magical wave that only the strong could possess, and it was a symbol of power.

The owner of such a thing once led his subordinates to launch a fierce attack on the apostle who was sitting on the throne and claiming to be a god.

Although defeated in the end, its owner was still not discouraged. In order to inform more people about the truth about the devil world, in order to awaken more people and break away from the shackles of fate together, its owner even did not hesitate to transform into Shura and devote himself to Hell, shows people its filthy face, uses cruel methods to train people, and then uses the disguise of extravagance, lust, and cruelty to deceive his former enemy, who is also the opponent he must defeat to escape his fate.

In the end, its owner was still defeated and had to fake his death.

However, he did not really die, but reappeared in another form.

Yes, the owner of this thing is the former ninth master and disciple - Tyrannosaurus King Ba - who was deceived into the demon world by Crying Eyes Held, although he did not have the power of an apostle, but he had a power comparable to that of an apostle. Carl.

And this thing is a reverse scale of Bakar.

This is what Evil Dragon Spitz quietly handed to me on the last day before the portal opened. At the same time, he conveyed Bakar's greetings: You will definitely need this thing, and don't forget mine. Black nightmare.

Of course I won't forget it.

At this moment, looking at the dull expression of the tavern owner, I said silently in my heart.

I am sure that before arriving in Silent City, the maker Luke must have conducted similar experiments in the Demon Realm. However, due to various factors, the Demon Realm cannot extract enough black nightmares from this one-third of an acre.

But just because you can't distill enough black nightmares doesn't mean there aren't any.

During the time I was in contact with Luke, I tried to bring up topics related to black nightmares to him.

At first, Luke didn't want to say it, but I couldn't help but I would ask him roundabout questions from time to time. Luke finally told me the information he knew about the black nightmare.

According to his analysis, the black nightmare material only appears when there is an excess of energy, and this excess is not one or two times, but N to the Nth power.

So, maybe it's not clear, so let's give an example.

If the energy required to create a seed is five, and the one who created the seed poured energy to the power of five during the creation process, this means that there will be 9,765,000 more Six hundred and twenty energy. The excess energy will be expelled by the seeds and form something like an energy stone, but this thing is much more powerful than the energy stone.

Because it was black in appearance, the energy contained in it was too huge, and it was simply nightmare-like for Luke, so Luke directly called it a 'black nightmare'.

It sounds childish, but this is the name that most intuitively reflects the horror of black nightmares.

Of course, the above is just a metaphor. The energy that can truly form a black nightmare is not just a mere five to the tenth power. It is very likely to be five to the five hundredth power, or even more.

In Luke's opinion, once a piece of black nightmare the size of a fingernail is activated, the power it can unleash is enough to wipe a town off the map.

Listen, erase, not destroy.

When I heard this description, I broke into a cold sweat.

You know, I have absorbed two pieces of black nightmare that are the size of fingernails. No, one of them is obviously bigger than a fingernail, and is even as big as two toenails put together.

Fortunately, the Black Nightmare did not explode at that time, otherwise, less than half of Airui City would have been destroyed.

No, this is not the point. The point is that under an explosion of that level, no matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it is useless, because I will definitely not even be left with ashes.

Just when I was thinking wildly, the tavern owner's voice suddenly came to mind, low and serious: "Is this something that belongs to the apostle?"

"Bakar, also known as Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, often claims to be the strongest apostle in the demon world, but I don't believe it. The strongest one can be beaten to the point of running away?"

As I spoke, I showed a sarcastic smile.

The owner of the tavern moved slightly, as if he was a little excited and wanted to be impulsive, but after thinking again and again, he calmed down. After thinking for a few minutes, he suddenly stood up, poured me a glass of wine, and said slowly in a heavy tone: "It's not that He is not strong, but his opponent is too strong.”