For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 122

   Chapter 122 Hope Beacon

   Coles understood that the crows that covered the sky did not appear because of his previous questioning.

  Because as early as hundreds of years ago, Blake had lost the intelligence to understand language, no matter what he said to the lighthouse now, it would not cause any waves.

   The reason why the other party had such a big reaction was because he finally stopped hiding the breath of soul fragments in his body.

   And the body of the father of crows instinctively longs for his soul to return to integrity, that's all.

  Thinking of this, Coles suddenly felt boring.

   What happened over the past thousand years has proved that his original choice was the right one.

  In this world, mortals are not qualified to control their own destiny, only the absolute strong are qualified to choose the future direction and realize it. The presiding judge a thousand years ago proved it, and now the more powerful king of nothingness proves it.

   And hand over power to those mortals, and it will end like this.

   He especially wanted Black to take a good look at what this so-called empire looks like now, and then listen to the other party's views on his choice back then.

  If the tide of the undead of the rotten moon was awakened in the past, then only by sacrificing a blackwater swamp, an immortal absolute powerhouse can be created, and the rule of the Tribunal in the Vic Continent will be maintained until eternity.

   But now, even at the cost of pulling the entire continent to the Moon Realm, he can barely keep the Blackwater Swamp as a beacon of last hope.

   He especially wanted to know if Black would regret his hasty and impulsive choice when he knew this.

   But no matter what he said, the other party could no longer answer his own questions. The crows in front of him who attacked him without reason were the best proof.

   In just a few breaths, the crows gathered into a terrifying storm and appeared in front of him, razor-like cold light flashing in it. Wails echoed from the curled crow feathers, and countless blood-red eyes stared at him.

   But the black wings behind Coles only fluttered slightly, blowing the storm away.

   In other words, it didn't "blow away" the storm, but Coles used the authority in the soul fragment he had obtained to get back the power that originally belonged to him.

The    group of crows was restored to a dark curse of despair, and was then pulled into a thread and absorbed into his body. The body that has been reshaped by the four Void Kings is like a container that can never be filled, greedily absorbing the power that should have belonged to him as early as a thousand years ago.

  In the end, only about a quarter of the crows were still circling between the sea and the sky, and they tried in vain to attack themselves again and again.

   In response, Coles waved his wings to distance them from them, then raised one hand, and three bright silver circles appeared on the surging sea at the same time.

   In the next instant, three huge water tornadoes erupted from the magic circle, shrouding the remnant crows, and the sharp wind blades flashing inside them twisted them into crow feathers all over the sky and dissipated.

   This is just an ordinary storm spell. If it is used in this world, it can only overturn a boat.

   But in the lunar realm, in the wild place where all the fantasy that cannot be solidified into reality gathers, with the blessing of his own lunar realm essence, he can set off a storm that seems to destroy the sky and destroy the earth like a joke.

  The use of any spell in this world needs to be defined by certain rules, and in the moon realm, all power is completely disguised, revealing its true essence.

   Here, shaping the world according to one's own will is not just a metaphor for politics. For the existence of the high-level moon realm, this is a fact that is described in the literal sense.

   After feeling the powerful power of his fingertips, Coles couldn't help but sigh, and then he looked at the lighthouse not far away.

   "It's time for me to get back what belongs to me."

  Coles said, flapping his wings and flying into the lighthouse.

   As a beacon of hope shining on the sea of ​​despair, this beacon should have been an existence that could never be approached.

   But for Coles, who already owns the three soul fragments of the owner of this place, entering the lighthouse is as easy as the owner returning home.

  Compared to the terrifying scenes brought by the never-ending storm on the sea of ​​despair outside, the interior of this lighthouse is a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

  The surrounding hall was lit up by warm candles, a huge obsidian round table was placed in the middle, and thirteen stone chairs were placed around the round table.

  Coles turned his head, and the place he flew in just now was an adamantine door.

  Although he has not stepped there again for nearly a thousand years, Coles can still recognize it in an instant. This is the scene in the Round Table Hall of the Dusk Fortress.

   Of course, this is not the real round table hall, just a scene restored by the owner of Black Crow Watch based on his own memory.

  Hope Beacon was originally the embodiment of the concept of "hope".

   In other words, for the former owner of Black Crow Watch, this place is the scene closest to the concept of "hope" in his mind.

   On the stone chair marked with the number four behind the seat, Coles saw a tall man in pitch-black half-body armor, leaning on a large door-like sword in front of the table.

   At this moment, he sat there quietly with his head lowered, without a trace of sound, two crows parked on his shoulders one by one, and kept making threatening hissing noises at Coles.

   Coles ignored the two crows, and did not go directly to the long dead man.

   He sat down in his own seat with some emotion, and then put his hands on the cold obsidian round table, just like when they were in a meeting more than a thousand years ago.

   It is impossible for him to start the ceremony right now, and it will take some time for the four Void Kings who support him to pass through the sea of ​​despair.

  Therefore, he finally had some time to say a final goodbye to this fellow who had parted ways.

"I said it when I used the Seed of Hope to resurrect the presiding judge. In the future, sooner or later, the mainland will reopen the use of moon power. After all, power is such a thing, if you don't use it, others will use it. .Only if we take the lead in holding this power in our own hands, can we truly control the threat of the Moon Realm."

   Coles looked at the wreckage of the man.

"I can't remember what your answer was at the time, it seemed to be something like 'it's nothing more than hitting them back again' or something. Then at the Holy Sepulchre, you refused to share the fourteenth void with me. The advice of the authority of the king. In fact, when you first said that sentence, I should have thought that this would be the result."

  Coles said and shook his head, pointing to the storm outside the door:

   "Look now, can we hit them back again?"

  Blake's remains sat there like a statue, motionless. Coles didn't care, he glanced at the four shadows that were constantly approaching outside the door and continued:

   "Let me tell you the good news, the presiding judge has now returned. You are right on this matter, he will come back one day when the entire continent is in deep crisis again."

   Then he shook his head and said:

   "It's a pity that he came back a little too late. Based on the current power comparison, if the entire continent is bound to a chariot by him in the future, I am afraid that in the end, not even a trace of fire will be saved..."

   As soon as he finished speaking, four figures came in through the adamantine gate, and they sat down on the stone chairs around the round table very naturally.

   "Sorry for disturbing your reminiscence with your old friend, can we start now?"

   asked one of the people who was covered in some kind of black liquid like oil.

   (end of this chapter)

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