For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 170

   Chapter 170 Obliteration

  Hobbes felt that his thinking was short-circuited for a while.

   That's right, under the cloudless sky before the fog, a black dragon suddenly appeared without warning. It was really strange. And after it appeared, it did not attack the whalebone, which was closer to him, but immediately went to find the imperial warship, which also made Hobbes feel a little strange.

   But you want to say that this black dragon was summoned by this Elemental Silver smuggler? how is this possible?

   Even if this man who calls himself Ishma is indeed a powerful magic caster, it is impossible to reach this level. Dragons are the most sacred symbols of the empire, and since Terra I, no one is qualified to sign a summoning contract with them.

   Even the most powerful magic caster today cannot summon a dragon to fight for him. Even if it could... Is it worth using such a large formation against an imperial warship?

   But before he could continue to ask, Moulton, who was standing opposite, said:

"[True Shadow], a taboo spell that can temporarily turn the illusory image in the caster's mind into reality. Once an illusionist at Blackwater Austrian University, Vaolete Granyi analyzed the phenomenon created by the phenomenon of the Holy Spirit. God's Domain-level illusion. In the era of the Great Burning Book, this technique was marked as a heresy by the Holy Spirit Church, all records were destroyed, and only a copy was left in the Eighth Religion... Later, it was used by them to pretend to be ghosts and make ghosts. The so-called 'miracles' means."

   He raised his sword and pointed at William, looking like he was winning.

   "Apart from the lackeys of the Eighth Religion, who else can use this spell?"

  Hobbes heard this, turned to look at William and asked:

   "Is what he said true?"

  William didn't answer Hobbes' question, and he didn't pay any attention to the doubtful look in his eyes, which was a little terrified.

   He looked at the city lord of Fenghuo City who seemed to stab him at any time with a sword, and said as usual:

   "If you are really the warrior chief of Avazhou, put down your weapon and let's have a good chat."

   He said and took a half step forward.

   The other party's expression became solemn, and the sword in his hand was slightly raised.

   "Just stand there and don't move."

   "Accurately speaking, just the two of us to talk."

  William ignored the other party's words and continued to speak.

   "Would you go one step further and try?"

   Several golden elven inscriptions lit up on the blood-red long sword in Morton's hand, and a faint golden flame began to cling to the sword.

  William stopped when he saw this.

   The magic swordsmen of the high elves are completely different from the human magic swordsmen. For them, the magic sword is another form of magic mediator. Compared with warriors, their positioning is more similar to that of human war mages.

   "I have to say, the stories you made up before are quite interesting. The rangers who traveled to the mainland have an adventure together... Why don't you tell me which ranger it is?"

   Watching William stop, he said with a sneer.

   "That's exactly what I want to talk to you about alone."

   William replied helplessly.

   "Anyway, I can't run away now. It's your territory, and there are so many people here as hostages."

   He looked around and continued.

   "Ishma, you..."

   Hearing the word "hostage", Hobbs opened his mouth slightly, but he finally closed his mouth when he looked at the unsheathed swords around him.

   "What's there to talk about? And why can't we talk about it here?"

  Multon frowned, not knowing what the other party had planned.

   William sighed involuntarily.

  He didn't want to reveal his true identity here.

It's not that he is too cautious, but now most of his energy is in the Awa Continent, and he must not let the Void Kings know, otherwise the other party will definitely be directly near the Blackwater Swamp, projecting his own power to make him head and tail. Hard to care.

   When he was still in the Blackwater Swamp, the other party used the Summoning Day to summon the Demon General Eclipse. If they knew that most of their energy was now in Avazhou, it would be fine.

  Because there is too little information about Awa Continent that can be collected by the City of Thorns, William does not know whether the Void Kings have developed their own forces here, and whether they have set their own eye lines. Therefore, he not only changed his appearance and remained anonymous, but also did not rely on the official channels of the City of Thorns. Instead, he found the black market to hire the Whale Bone to come to Avazhou.

   Now if he directly discloses his identity here, whether the other party believes it or not will not say for the time being, William really doesn't want to bet that there is no Moon Realm eyeliner nearby.

   In fact, even the guy in front of him who seemed to support Remedios enthusiastically, William didn't really want to reveal his identity to him. Apart from Remedios herself, he was unwilling to trust anyone around him for the time being.

  Even... After the incident with Coles last time, William had some precautions for Remedios before he came here.

  Thinking of this, William had no choice but to step back and say:

   "Okay, okay, don't talk if you don't want to... What are you going to do with us next?"

   The other party snorted softly, and then first pointed the sword at Hobbs and the crew sailors around him:

   "They're here to stay until we confirm their true identities."

After   , he pointed at William with the sword in his hand, and then moved to Diana beside him.

   "As for the two of you, go back with me to meet Her Royal Highness the Queen and accept her trial under the witness of the Holy Fire."

  Multon looked at William with a sneer, hoping to find a look of horror or despair on his face.

   But the other party just rolled his eyes.

   "Why didn't you hurry up... Forget it, hurry up, don't waste time."

  Yuefa City was originally the city of sacrifices and priests in Avazhou. It was not until the city-state era that those priests who sacrificed to the mist became the first magic singers of Avazhou, and this place became the current city of mages.

   In the distant past, Moon Fae City was still the king city of Ava Continent. Every mist king would be crowned here, and would eventually disappear here. And those Mist Kings are not only the secular rulers of Ava, but also the theocratic spokespersons who symbolize the "Mist Spirit".

  The "Mist Spirit" enshrined in Moon Law City corresponds to the "Flame Spirit" of Fenghuo City, and has become the source of the two major beliefs of elves - mist and flame.

  Compared to the human beings on the Vic continent, they gave up themselves to gain extraordinary power by imitating the shadows of the gods that had disappeared. The elves of Avazhou are much luckier, of course, from another point of view, it can be said that they are much more unfortunate.

  Because the spirits of the ancestors of the elves were not completely invisible like the ancient gods of humans, they were only passed down as the collective memory of the race. On the contrary, they have always left their true forms in the world, and have been truly worshipped by the elves.

On the one hand, this has made the elves struggle in the quagmire of divine power for a much longer time than humans—if there is a real **** around you, you can clearly realize that everything from birth to death is inseparable from him , then this belief is naturally indelible.

   On the other hand, once reason is awakened in this environment, the disintegration of theocracy will become extremely thorough. It is precisely because of the nebulousness of their beliefs that even if they have entered the age of magic that pays attention to rational spirit, superstition and ignorance will continue to beat their society repeatedly. level.

But once the sacred halo of a visible **** is removed, then his altar will collapse in an instant like a dyke, with no chance of remedy. God is nothing special, and it can reflect the mist of the past. The flames that can reincarnate life and death are just some special magical phenomena.

  The present Awazhou, although nominally still retains the worship of the sacred fire, and retains the positions of priests and priests, but in the end, those things only exist as cultural customs.

   "So this is your proposal? To be the king of the **** fog? Do you think anyone other than that guy with a head full of war and glory would support your decision?"

   These were the first words Ward Windsong said after entering the room.

  This is Remedios Moonshadow's collection room.

   Accurately speaking, it is the collection room of the owner of the Awa continent, but considering the years of her administration, it is not a problem to say that it is her own collection room.

   At this moment, she is standing at the end of the exhibition room, where there are two display cases made of dragon crystal glass, and the glimmer of countless magic enchantments flickers on the display case.

The display cabinet on the left shows an elegant longbow made of colored glass. There is also a quiver inlaid with dragon scales hanging on the glass wall. Several arrows also made of colored glass lie quietly in the quiver. among.

   In the display cabinet on the right, there is a complicated crown woven from countless silver wires as thin as hair. At first glance, the crown looks like a ring of smoke floating in mid-air.

   Remedios didn't answer Ward's words. Her eyes kept moving between the two display cases.

  Ward saw this and walked directly behind her.

   "Do you think you can succeed? Do you think you can reverse history for you and make you the spokesperson for the spirit of the mist, the so-called king of the mist?"

   Remedios heard the words and turned to look at him.

   Those incomparably empty eyes made Ward groan in his heart, but he continued to say with unabated momentum:

"Think about the general education on magic you have received over the years. Faith is magic. You are now able to control the fog around Ava Continent because you are now the Continent Lord in the minds of all elven citizens. The supreme ruler of Wazhou. This crown alone cannot make you the king of the mist, because the voice of the people will directly pull you from the throne."

  The era of free city states for thousands of years has made the high elves completely unacceptable in their minds that a fog king who controls killing and seizing power stands on their heads. But without this belief as a cornerstone, the full power of the "Mist Spirit" can never be expressed in personified form.

In the past, the Lord of the Mist was able to summon Heroic Spirit troops from history to fight, but today's Continent Lord can only sporadically evoke some afterimages of the past in the thick fog—those afterimages are not even affected by their own control.

Therefore, when Ward heard Morton tell himself that their continent master planned to be crowned the mist king of Ava, to integrate all power, and rely on the authority of the spirit of the mist to fight the imperial expedition, nothing but absurdity in his heart No other emotions can be felt.

   "I know your plan."

   After listening quietly to the other party's words, Remedios spoke slowly.

   "Of course you know, I've already picked out all my plans at the monthly meeting, what else do you not know?"

  Ward immediately interrupted the other party's words behind.

  "You listen to me first..."

  Remedios said slowly, an invisible pressure could not help coming out of her, which made Ward stop his mouth.

"To be honest, I don't care whether it is the position of the Continent Lord or the King of the Mist. Even, I don't really want to worry about where the entire Awa Continent will go in the future. Do you want to know why?"

   Her voice was very light and clear, and the invisible pressure revealed in this voice made Ward feel goosebumps on his back.

  Ward shook his head cautiously.

   "Because more than 1,200 years are enough to obliterate all things."

  The word "old" does not exist in the linguistic concept of elves. Later, after the contact with other intelligent races on the Vic continent, they added this concept to their own language, although they still could not understand it very well.

   But now, Ward felt like he heard the meaning of the word "old" in the tone of his voice.

"A long time will erase everything in you, first passion, then emotion, then desire, and finally, even the memories begin to blur... Time is like a file, it will be bit by bit Everything you have is worn out, and there is only one thing left in the end."

   Having said that, Remedios stopped, and she pointed to the misty crown beside her and said:

   "Do you think I really want it?"

   Then her finger pointed to the glass moon on the other side:

   "Or do you want to pick it up again?"

  Ward has not had time to answer, and said to the convenience:

"Neither, the only thing that drives me forward now is the promise, the promise I once exchanged with one of my friends. Now he has brought his promise to the end of his life. At the end of your life, you should do your best."

   "Wait... what are you talking about the end of life?"

   Hearing that the other party suddenly said something bad, Ward asked quickly.

"I don't want to be the king of the mist, but to directly fuse my soul into the will of the mist spirit. Activate it completely, like my friend, and create a barrier to isolate the empire's fleet from the Awa continent. outside."

   (end of this chapter)

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