For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 267

   As the soul box clicked into the center of the technique, William turned his head to look at Nezemar and the others.

"Although there are still many problems, if I go to another piece of history with Flaro, I will ask you to handle the affairs in Jade Province. Protect this place, as I said before, the time limit is three days. , no matter what happens at that time, this spell must be stopped, so that Flaro's soul will return to the soul box."

  William asked one last time.

Although he left the means of transmitting coordinates and communication, he was not sure whether the information could be synchronized between different timelines at that time—probably not, so he set specifics for himself to go to the other side. time.

  Three days, at which time you will return to this side whether you succeed or not.

   Everyone nodded, and there was some helplessness in their expressions.

   After all, these things have been repeated to them many times by the presiding judge on their way here.

   In this regard, William himself was not at all impatient, and after asking them to repeat his previous instructions, he was a little relieved.

   There should be no problem. After all, Remedios will soon arrive at Sacred Tree City. With her here, even if she leaves for three days, it shouldn't be a big problem.

  Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Flaro, who was already lying on the altar. The latter nodded to him, indicating that he was ready.

   So, William activated the spell.

The organs on the    soul box turned layer by layer, and the runes engraved on it suddenly burst into dazzling light, and then quickly dimmed. The old box was slowly opened with a dangerous sound, and a mass of frost, mist and miasma poured out of it, and quickly formed in mid-air, forming a vague figure.

   The soul that has left the soul box, if it is left exposed to the outside world for a long time, will soon undergo a change similar to "rotten", and eventually lose its self-consciousness and become a ghost and an evil spirit driven by memory and instinct. Therefore, at the moment when the soul box was opened, the spell that William had previously engraved on the altar was activated immediately, and a strong attraction pulled it firmly onto the altar, and then penetrated into it bit by bit.

  Since the Dryad had been temporarily invited by William to the Soul Storage Crystal, the current altar connecting the core of the entire subtree would naturally become an empty container, enough to carry Flaro's powerful soul.

   The spell that he had engraved on it earlier was just an interface that could provide "false authorization".

Forcibly stuffing the dead into the corpse to wake up the dead is an introductory skill in necromancy - if you don't take into account the "wear and tear" caused by the mismatch between the two, it's just a matter of being doomed to burn out. Fireworks use words.

   And the advanced technique is how to maintain a delicate balance between the two, like adjusting a clock, to drive the dead as a servant that can exist for a long time. Going a step further, it is a technology designed to transform the lich, infuse the soul into the object, and still preserve it for a long time.

  Soul box, also known as life box.

  The subtree under William's feet is a huge soul box.

   Generally speaking, phylactery will have a strong defense mechanism, which is extremely difficult to destroy and extremely difficult to invade. However, with the assistance of William's technique, the soul of Flalona's divine domain strength quickly occupied the magpie's nest and integrated into it.

   The split soul composed of emerald green light spots quickly took shape in front of William in the form of Flaro.

   "Lord Judge, I seem to have succeeded?"

   she asked while looking at her arm.

   "It's not a success if you're still here, try to catch the shadow of the tree spirit dream and fall asleep."

   William replied.

   Flallo's split head nods and dissipates before his eyes, and all William can do is wait.

   is just a hypothesis. Whether two people go to another timeline together, or only one person goes there, or in the worst case, there is no way to go to another timeline at all... How it will end up is completely unknown.

   But if successful, he is really curious about what kind of experience the time line jumping is.

  William stared at Flaro lying on the altar, waiting for when the other party would switch to another timeline, the one that had already begun to rot.

   Then, after waiting for almost two hours, he started to get impatient.

   To be honest, he somewhat admired his patience.

   So, is it a failure?

   This question lingered in the hearts of everyone present, but no one asked it, but turned into some strange invisible pressure, which gradually made this fairly spacious canopy temple become depressed.

  William looked at Flaro, who was still lying on the altar, wondering if he should wake her up.

   "Lord Judge... Should we avoid it?"

   Perhaps seeing William's gradually gloomy face, Nezemar finally asked cautiously.

   "No, you..."

  William waved his hand, but stopped suddenly in the middle of his words.

   A vague idea came into his mind.

   "Close your eyes and don't make a sound."

  William Road.

"what?"

   "Just do it."

   He closed his eyes while speaking, and at the same time released the detection spell that was normally on on his body.

   A few seconds later, there was only a dark silence in the entire Canopy Temple.

  William silently counted his heartbeat, and when it was about a hundred and twenty beats, he opened his eyes again.

   The entire temple was empty, and he was the only one left.

   "When you haven't seen this flower, this flower and you are in silence."

   snapped his fingers in a frivolous gesture that was not in line with his personality, and William whispered a sentence he liked very much.

   Then, he walked slowly to the edge of the temple and opened the door.

  It's night time, outside the door, the green that reminds me of vomit, and the pink that reminds me of cancer smears the night sky.

  The moon curled up in a corner of the sky like a pale misshapen stillbirth, smearing the moonlight on the entire Ravenwood forest, making the land look as sick as infected with stubborn psoriasis.

   arrived at the station.

he thinks.

  Because the presiding judge did not say when he would be able to open his eyes, Nezemar and the others waited for a long time. After waiting for anxiety and curiosity to occupy half of the thinking in her mind in a one-to-one ratio, she asked tentatively:

   "Lord William?"

   No one answered her, so she asked again.

   After waiting for a long time, she slowly opened her eyes with trembling eyelids.

  The Canopy Sanctuary was no longer in sight of William Kane, as if he had never been here.

When going downstairs, William met several "aboriginals" here. The flesh on one's chest was almost festered, and the exposed ribs were like armor of a special material; the other part above the eyebrows was cut off. Now, his eyes were rolling like a billiard ball in a cup.

   Both of them nodded politely to William - this made him sweat for the latter, for fear that the eyeballs in his sockets would roll out.

  William also nodded slightly and saluted, then turned to the guy with the protruding ribs, and asked where his Sacred Tree Duke was at the moment.

   "Don't you know?!"

   Never thought about it, when William asked this question, the other party was completely surprised.

   "Should I know?"

  William asked calmly.

   "I saw that you just came out of the Canopy Temple, and thought you were also praying for the Duke...

   "It's like this, the Duke spoke in front of the World Tree earlier, announcing that he and the imperial people had carried out a joint operation, successfully captured the disbelievers hidden in the underground roots, and planned to publicly execute them all...

"But in the middle of speaking, she suddenly fell to the ground without warning, fainted, and completely lost her vital signs. Now the entire Bone White House is a mess, and the forest druids of the Oak Council are calling for it. We went to the various canopy temples and prayed for the duke to the holy tree mother."

  Thanks to the two of them, er, at least they feel that they are human... In short, after thanking them, William quickened his pace.

   Although he was curious about how the undead had confirmed the so-called "vital signs", at this moment he had a general grasp of the situation on Flaro's side.

   You have to go over and quickly join the other party, and then work together to find out and destroy the flaws that the rotten lady is hiding here within three days.

   If possible, destroy this timeline completely.

  Thinking of this, William used the [Eagle Eye Technique] to look at the World Tree in the center of the city.

   Then he opened his mouth slightly, and the dirty words almost popped out.

   In this timeline, the so-called "tree of the world" is a pregnant woman covered with countless maggots and covered with colorful fungi.

   A woman like a mountain.

   is the ultimate magnified version of the incarnation of the emptiness of the rotten lady he defeated in the past.

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