For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 274

   Watching the illusory gate made of thunder and lightning slam shut, William let out a long breath.

   The Lunar Fissure is not a "crack" or a "portal" in the literal sense, but a state in which the laws of the world fail to a certain extent. For example, the "summoning day" of the various kings of nothingness, or a widely circulated tradition like April Fool's Day, all belong to the category of the Lunar Realm rift in a broad sense.

   But to completely seal it off, it's not enough to just use magic spells. In the past, the lunar cracks on the tribunal were completely closed, either by using the power of the Seven Holy Spirits to repair the laws of this world, or by using the "moon essence" left after the vanity incarnation was defeated.

   But because the scale of this lunar fissure is not huge at the moment, William can still temporarily seal it by blocking the space with his lightning spell at the peak of his divine domain. But if you don't have yourself on the side to make continuous offerings, then this seal can only last for about seven days.

   "Seven days..."

   After chanting the Transfiguration spell [Extension·Wing], a pair of broad wings like a falcon extended from the position of William's shoulder blades. He soared into the air and looked at Lin Hai, who could not see the end in the distance and muttered to himself:

   "That's enough."

   Even for him, time is still too much. After all, in a certain myth, seven days is enough to recreate a world, right?

   He took the Holy Spirit Disc out of the storage space and played with it for a while, and after confirming that it could also take effect here, he put it back.

   It is said that Yeats and his army of mages sang for seven days and seven nights, weaving a super secret ritual that could burn the entire Ravenwood Forest. Now if he were William, with the help of the Holy Spirit Disc, he would only need three days.

   Therefore, before everything goes to an irreversible situation, William still has some time to find the possibility of returning to the original timeline and saving everyone.

   "Wait for me to come back..."

  The figures of Remedios and the others flashed in his mind, William said softly.

The harsh words he said to the three Void Kings earlier were not empty words, but on the other hand, he also had his own confidence in his partners—as long as the Void Kings did not come in person, and as long as the Moon Legion did not come to the world continuously, He didn't think his partner would be killed as easily as the Whispering Queen said.

   Under the sickly moonlight, William flapped his wings and turned into a whistling afterimage, flying towards the edge of Ravenwood.

As for why the first stop is the edge of Ravenwood, it is because he first needs to determine one thing - if the scope of the distorted history is only the Ravenwood area, what will he see after flying over the edge of this forest, there Where will it lead?

   Can you jump in the timeline by changing your position in space?

  Although there is little hope, at this moment William thinks it is worth a try.

   "You... just believe what I said?"

   Seeing that the other party untied all the shackles on his body, and even took himself out of the green prison, Ebony asked cautiously.

   He didn't understand at all, how could this tyrant of Ravenwood, who couldn't even listen to a word not long ago, was so easy to negotiate all of a sudden? Not only did he listen carefully to what he saw and heard, but he also asked many details very seriously.

   It's like changing someone else.

   Could it be a new trap?

   But this is totally unnecessary. The living people who were lingering in the underground roots were previously given to the pot by the dead, and there were no secrets to hide about themselves. He really can't figure it out, when the opponent has absolute strength, does he still need to use tricks to deceive himself?

   "Your description made me figure out some things, and at the same time vaguely recall some memories... In your eyes, I really look like a half-rotten undead?"

   Flaro gently stroked his face and asked solemnly.

   "Exactly."

   Ebony nodded fiercely.

   "The truth of the matter can only be confirmed by one method... Hey, are you leaving?"

  Standing at the door of the green prison, Flaro looked at the hesitant Ebony and asked impatiently.

   "What about them?"

   Ebony pointed to the countless other companions hanging by tentacles in midair, and asked hesitantly.

   "Where I'm going next is a life-threatening situation. If you want me to bring them all, then I don't mind putting them all down."

   Hearing this, Ebony gritted his teeth and asked:

   "Then you have to tell me, where exactly are you going?"

   Flaro turned and walked out of the green cell, she replied as she walked:

   "If what you said earlier is true, the next place we're going is the end of the world."

   "She's on the other side... will it be okay?"

   Looking at the sleeping Flaro, his brows were suddenly furrowed, his teeth clenched, his expression grim, as if he had fallen into some terrifying nightmare. Nezemar, who had a similar bad experience in the past, asked worriedly.

   "What do you mean by nothing?"

   Elis, who was also on the side with his eyes closed, asked rhetorically.

   "Looks like she's having a nightmare... Couldn't it be that her soul was captured by Dawmara and imprisoned in the depths of the Nightmare Swamp?"

   Nezemar, who had been imprisoned in the past, asked with lingering fears.

   Hearing this, Elis opened his eyes covered with white robes and looked into the depths of the altar. Just a glance, she closed her eyes again and said:

   "The soul of the Duke of Sacred Tree is still inside, and is well protected by that spell, don't worry."

   Her tone was as if to confirm whether there were any cups on the table.

   Seeing that Nezemar did not reply, she continued:

   "You know, this is a defensive spell cast by William Kane himself. As long as the main body of this spell is protected, even the Nightmare Lord can't easily take away her soul from it."

"Is that so…"

   Hearing the most authoritative assurance from the holder of [God's Eye], the expression on Nezemar's face still did not relax in the slightest.

   In fact, the Lord Judge had already explained it to them on the way here. To completely weave a fantasy of this scale, and guide the hundreds of thousands of undead to think that they are still alive, only the master of nightmares in the entire world, Mara, has the ability to do this.

But swallowing the souls of all tree elves into the nightmare swamp is something that even the Nightmare Lord can't do—not that he can't do it, the key is that this kind of direct plundering power from the world His behavior will cause the obstruction of the seven holy spirits and other nihilistic kings at the same time.

   At least a nihilistic king like Dawmara, who is less concerned than more, would never be willing to take this risk...especially when the biggest beneficiary of doing so is the hungry lady.

  Therefore, William speculates that Claw Mara just connected the dreams of those forest elves together.

"Probably, Dawmara weaved a large-scale fantasy that replicated the Ravenwood scene in the Nightmare Swamp, and then implanted it in the memory of each forest elves. This is equivalent to a large cloud server... Forget it, take it You don't understand this example."

   Previously, after speaking a series of strange theories and metaphors that they could not understand, the presiding judge gave up trying to explain the specific principles to them. He is only a very sure guarantee that this technique will never be broken internally.

   In other words, they need to cooperate with the confidant guards sent here by the Duke of Sacred Tree, and before they return, it is enough to protect the body of this spell together.

   "In short, don't let us be unplugged."

   The presiding judge finally concluded this way.

   is another incomprehensible statement, probably a popular concept of magic more than a thousand years ago.

   "So, why is she like this now?"

   Nezemar asked hesitantly, looking at the hideous expression on Flaro's face.

   "Probably on the other side, something terrible or bad happened?"

   Elis looked at his feet and answered absentmindedly.

   Then she added:

   "But don't worry too much. After all, Sir William Kane is also on her side... Compared with her, she is much safer than us."

  The little girl slowly raised her head and opened her eyes to look outside the door of the Canopy Temple.

   "What we should be worried about right now is our own safety."

   She said and hid behind Nezemar.

   "There are nine people outside the door, and eight of them have a strong life system. If you guessed correctly, they should be people from the Oak Council."

   she reminded softly.

   "Just as the Duke fell asleep, people from the Oak Council came to the door."

  The secretary of Flaro heard the words, frowned and said:

   "This kind of thing is too coincidental, isn't it?"

  Nezmar did not answer him, but looked back at Elis and asked:

   "Eight may be Forest Druids, what about the rest?"

   Elis hesitated for a moment and replied:

   "His body...has a very strong aura of the blessing of the Holy Spirit, so he is probably a divine enlightener?"

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