For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 189

   Chapter 189 The turbulent moon realm

  Moon Realm, the realm of the Whispering Queen - Silk Nest.

   Adjusting the network of conspiracy threads is an extremely complex and sophisticated thing.

   In this world, everyone has some dark little thoughts more or less. And these small ideas, after some catalysis from inner whispers, will grow into conspiracies that will be put into practice.

   It's as small as stealing a few steel guns or as big as subverting an entire empire. These are all conspiracies.

   is not to say that the higher the level of conspiracy involved, the better. A commander of the Praetorian Guards, who holds a high position and holds a heavy army of soldiers, brazenly defected because of his own desire for power, took control of the royal heir, and in essence took over the entire empire himself. This is certainly a hugely successful conspiracy. The way this conspiracy is realized is too simple and rude, there is no complicated process, and it lacks the gorgeous beauty like walking on the tip of a knife.

If the safety of an entire empire is completely tied to which road a frontier shepherd boy will choose when he returns today, a choice he made unintentionally, through the magnification of the butterfly effect, will eventually evolve into a nationwide battle. The storm of rebellion... This is the perfect conspiracy that Whispering Queen Bliss is ultimately pursuing.

   ends with a huge catastrophe with the fate of countless mortals, and is ignited by a trivial event.

  Bliss plays with the fate of countless people delicately, just like a mockery, making those mortals who are mortal to fear the impermanence of fate.

   Right now, He is sitting in the center of the conspiracy web of Silk Nest, weaving the next gorgeous conspiracy with great patience.

   Countless web weavers, under the orders of Biris, adjusted the nodes on this grand conspiracy network little by little, so that their tremors could fully match the frequency that their queen wanted. Countless whisperers and nerubas carry the ends of the conspiracy threads and move quietly in the world, slowly guiding the participants of this conspiracy to the predetermined stage.

   And Bliss herself is weaving the most central part of the entire network - a tragic cannibalism and a tragic massacre.

   His stage was chosen in the two cities of Platinum City and Ice Dragon City. The protagonists are the current queen of the empire, Irene Riel, and the Duke of Ice Dragon, Grey Riel, who was exiled to the extreme north of the empire by her.

  Although they are protected by many powerful gods who break the shackles of fate, Biris cannot directly control their fate. But through the weaving of a complex network of conspiracies, the nesting of plans layer by layer, and the isolation and manipulation of multiple agents - Bilis is sure that this conspiracy will perfectly combine these two powers in Vic Continent. The biggest person is dragged into the vortex of tragedy.

  The only thing I need to worry about is the spoiler, it won't happen again...

   The sudden violent tremor from the conspiracy thread made Biris, who was carefully adjusting the conspiracy net, froze.

   His eyes, which can see countless conspiracies, looked in the direction of the tremors of the silk thread, and in the end, he could only see a dead gray and white.

   But that's enough, the gray and white that represents the loss of all passions is undoubtedly the iron-hearted widow who is also the king of nothingness, but behaves in an extremely weird style - Eyre.

  Bliss is not the "new birth" in the void king, that is, the void echo that originally accompanied the creation of the world.

   As the "reborn", although he has completely forgotten everything when he was a mortal, he still inherited many mortal shortcomings, so he is far less powerful than the seven "firstborns".

   But even as the "reborn" He, he felt that he was more like an immortal existence than the iron-hearted widow Eyre, who was a "newborn".

   At least he doesn't get emotional to that extent.

   "Is he crazy?"

   After learning about the source of the tremor and hearing what the other party said about the "calamity of the moon", Bilis muttered to herself for a few seconds.

   An ominous premonition flooded into his heart, and then he quickly looked at the conspiracy network he had woven earlier.

   Then, He watched helplessly as the web of sophisticated conspiracy that he had finally weaved between Platinum City and Ice Dragon City, was cut most of it by a "click" like someone was holding invisible scissors.

The   broken silk threads seemed to have suddenly broken as if the straight spun threads were thrown and splattered everywhere. Because the few web weavers under him were unable to dodge in time, they were instantly cut into several pieces by the originally extremely strong and sharp silk threads.

   In the despairing wailing of the web weavers, Bilis seemed to squeeze the words out of the gaps between her teeth and said:

   "Yell...Are you crazy?! You actually told the ceremony of the throne to the biggest threat to that Moon Realm?"

   At this time, in the realm of the moon, within the theatre of madness.

   was sitting in the VIP seat, watching the play called "The Moment of the Stars", the mad fool Valk suddenly woke up.

   He bounced off the purple velvet cushion extremely exaggeratedly, and firmly grasped the chandelier on the ceiling, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

   At almost the same time, the butler with a mustache and a suit and leather shoes appeared at his feet. He looked up at his master who was turning a circle on the chandelier, and said calmly:

   "Master, I just got the news, Mrs. Yer..."

  Valke let go of the hand that grabbed the chandelier, and floated back to the ground like a feather.

"I already know."

   As he spoke, his left eye kept flashing red light, and the shadows of countless threads of fate flickered inside.

   "It's really bold, isn't he really afraid that everyone will die together?"

  Valke said with a slight frown, then suddenly laughed wildly:

   "But it's interesting enough, I can't wait to see what the other 'newborns' are going to be crazy about, hahahahaha..."

   Hearing such a dangerous speech from his master, the housekeeper "reasonably" immediately asked:

   "Does that need to use the back-up we previously arranged within the empire to prevent the disaster from taking over?"

   "No! Are you crazy?!"

  Valke stared at Reason.

   "At a time like this, of course, it's fun to add some trouble to those friends who want to stop the 'disaster'!"

   At the same time as He said these words, on the various sub-stages inside the maddening theater, all the moon monsters who had been playing the roles of restoring the history of various dramas in eternity all stopped. They took off their painted skins one after another, revealing their original appearance.

   Then, they followed their magic generals, draped in colorful and exaggerated decorations, like a parade of floats in a carnival parade, beating gongs and drums all the way, and walked out of the gate of the theater in a mighty manner. They were divided into six groups and ran in six different directions.

   As for the destination, it is the realm of several other Void Kings.

   "Master, are you?"

   "Reason" was shocked, and what he was doing right now was no less than declaring war on those few moon-level Void Kings at the same time.

   "Trust me, it's more fun this way."

  Valke had a mysterious smile on his face.

   "But you know the consequences of letting Calamity take the throne, so you chose to support him as the fourteenth king at that time, why now..."

   "Reason" persuaded again.

   "Anyway, in the end, it's impossible for a disaster to ascend to the throne alive, isn't it? Before that, we still have to let this matter have many variables to make it more interesting."

  Valke answered cheerfully.

  The moon realm, the fortress of natural selection.

  This is a place where it boils like a furnace. The scalding heat wave is like steam, and the air smells of blood mixed with burning metal.

  In this huge fortress, which seems to be made of one-time brutal metal casting, every corner is filled with roars, screams, the clanging of weapons, and the sound of flesh being torn apart.

   And in the deepest part of this fortress, there is a blood-red throne composed of countless twisted and smelted weapons, and on top of it sits a burly figure, covered in flames and blood.

   Under the steps of the throne, a mighty giant in brass armor full of spikes was kneeling on the ground tremblingly.

   Its originally grim and twisted face was now covered with beads of sweat.

   This high-level moon monster, as the clan of the king of dead blood, may even be promoted to a demon general, even if it is soaked in magma, it is impossible to sweat a little bit.

   Now it is all black and sweating simply because of fear.

   Dead Blood King Brand will only have three emotions.

   Angry, very angry, and extremely angry.

   And when he was extremely angry, even if the demon generals under him touched his moldy head, he would be directly crushed into pieces and sent to the forge for recasting.

   Now, he brought a piece of news that would make Brand extremely angry.

"Say it again…"

   Growl-like words, accompanied by breathing sounds that sounded like some kind of heavy pressure, emanated from the existence on the throne. This makes the moon monsters, who do not even have the physiological structure of sweat glands, sweat constantly like mortals.

   "Ms. Yair... He told the disaster, the way to ascend the throne..."

   It said tremblingly, but before it could finish, its body, along with the brass armor on it, began to disintegrate inch by inch.

   The last thing it heard before it completely lost consciousness was a deafening roar.

   "Yeer!!"

   At this moment, William didn't know how much influence the nihilistic king named Iron Heart Widow in front of him had on the entire Moon Realm after saying those words.

  Except for the gray and white realm of the moon realm, which belonged to the iron-hearted widow Yier, the realms of the other twelve nihilistic kings all experienced violent shocks, large or small.

   The backhands and dark piles arranged by countless emptiness kings in the present world were activated at this moment, and in the moon realm, countless monster armies belonging to different moon realms also began to fight based on different positions.

   And this is just the initial ripples caused by the stone thrown by Aier.

   (end of this chapter)

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