MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 16 Black Swordsman

   Chapter 16 Black Swordsman

  William saw this man at the Dogtooth Tavern.

   Previously, he sat alone in the corner of the tavern drinking wine, as if he was the only one who went there to drink.

   And this man has been staring at him since he entered the door.

Is    a desire to make money? Because he behaved like a rich man in the tavern, he was followed and followed by greedy people.

   But wouldn't it be an exaggeration to loot with that door-sized greatsword.

   And the plot development of this other world is too old-fashioned.

"Any questions?"

   Thoughts flowed, William still asked with a relaxed expression.

   "The site of the Brotherhood of Miners was not here a long time ago, and it's just an abandoned mine now."

   The man replied.

  William looked at the lanky man named Wilson beside him with a little surprise, who was staring at the mysterious swordsman, trembling as if very frightened.

   "What's in the mine?"

   William asked Wilson.

"Nothing at all."

   The one who answered his question was the swordsman with the black iron greatsword.

   He walked forward slowly, speaking as he walked.

   "The inside of the mine has been blocked, and the person beside you walked into this mine with two people today, and he was the only one who came out in the end."

   "You're lucky."

   He stopped about ten paces away and said to William.

   "Did not become the third today."

   After he finished speaking, he threw the cloak that hindered his movement behind him, bowed his waist, and charged forward with a single step, holding the sword in both hands.

The distance of    ten steps was shortened in an instant, and the exaggeratedly large black iron giant sword in his hand swung out the moment he rushed, rounded and slashed towards Wilson's neck.

   Logically speaking, Wilson's head should have been flying more than ten meters away like a ball under this heavy slash, but...

   "Clang!"

   The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and Wilson was knocked seven or eight meters away by the sword. After landing, he rolled several times before stopping his inertia, and a cloud of **** dust was raised around him.

   But his head still rested on his neck.

   He, or should I say it, twitched and got up on the ground.

   It rolled its eyes, the corners of its mouth were drooling, and its whole body was shaking at an extremely exaggerated speed, as if something was lurking under his skin.

   The left hand it used to block the blow just now was folded into a strange angle, with cracks extending like broken porcelain, and a viscous dark green liquid slowly flowed out from it.

"who are you?"

   the thing that should have been named Wilson asked in a frightened voice.

   "The one who sent you on your way."

   After the black swordsman finished speaking, he rushed up and swung out another sword.

   And this time, the monster's broken left arm couldn't stop the heavy sword. Its arm and its head were cut off by the Black Swordsman, and it flew far into the mine.

   Two strikes solved the problem, but the black swordsman didn't stop, he threw the sword on the ground, then pulled out a sharp dagger from his belt, and slammed it towards the place where the severed neck of the decapitated corpse was broken.

   A spider the size of a palm with a twisted human face on its back was pinned to the ground as soon as it climbed out, and the human face let out a mournful scream.

   "Wait a second, wait a second, I can give you anything you want, do you want treasure, or strength? Or something else? Just let me go, I can satisfy you with anything..."

  The human face on the spider's back actually spit out human words, and it kept begging.

   "I heard the same thing from your fellows and my companions."

   The Black Swordsman sneered.

   "Then my companion died because of a moment's hesitation. Of course, you don't have to be too nervous, there is one thing I really need from you."

   The black swordsman pressed the dagger tightly and said indifferently.

   "Whatever you want, I promise to give it to you."

  The face on the spider said sincerely.

   "Vengeance."

   The black swordsman pulled the dagger directly, and the human-faced spider was directly cut in half.

  William watched silently from beginning to end, until the black swordsman wiped the dagger on his cloak and put it back on his belt, then walked over silently and crouched beside the corpse to observe.

   The human-faced spider that was cut in half gradually turned into black salt crystals and dissipated, as did the stump of the headless corpse. But the rest of the corpse is still intact, and there is no sign of dissipating.

   "See, this is what hides under the skin. God knows how much more there is in this city."

  The man didn't look at William, he said while picking up the black giant sword.

   "If you're afraid, just wait here for the guards to come. If you don't want to cause trouble, just leave as if nothing happened, and no one will track you down."

   "Did all the twenty-seven people die like this before?"

  William asked suddenly.

   Hearing this, the black swordsman was stunned for a moment, then he tore off his hood, revealing a face of vicissitudes.

   This person is indeed the wanted criminal Cass Durant, the former chief of the Blackthorn Mercenary Corps, whom he saw on the bounty earlier, was accused of killing a thug of twenty-seven innocent citizens.

   Of course, when the guards find Wilson's body, the number will be changed to twenty-eight.

   "If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it."

   He watched the human-faced spider gradually turn into black salt crystals to dissipate the corpse and said coldly.

   "Without shoveling living spiders down their throats, they'll never believe there's a threat to the world beyond their knowledge."

After    made a complaint, Cass said to William who stood up.

   "Let's go. It's free to go to the guards to collect the bounty, but it's best to pretend that nothing happened."

   After saying that, he fixed the sword on his back, put the cloak back on and turned to leave.

   "By the way, I heard your conversation with the tavern owner before. A suggestion, don't participate in the business related to Elemental Silver during this time, or you may not have such good luck next time."

   He turned to William before he left.

"why?"

   asked William.

   "This kind of monster first came out of the Silver Stream Mine. So far, the twenty-eight infected people I have killed are all related to that mine."

   "Then do you know what this monster is?"

   Cass shook his head.

   "I only know that they first emerged from that mine. I've 'visited' a few scholars before, and they couldn't find monsters with this characteristic in the latest Imperial Extraordinary Creatures Manual."

  William knew this monster.

   Soul Eater Nerubian, the family of the Whispering Queen of the Void King, a monster from the "Silk Nest" in the Moon Realm Domain. It will parasitize in the host's throat and slowly transform the host into a moon monster.

Although the    Soul Eater's fighting power is weak, it has a very strong penetration ability. It usually lurks in human society and develops into a worship organization of the Void King, spreading panic and anxiety, and creating conditions for the subsequent large-scale invasion.

  If the appearance of the shambling demon can be explained by an accidental situation near the summoning day of the rotten lady, then after seeing the scout vanguard of the Whispering Queen appear here with his own eyes, William would not dare to make such an optimistic guess.

   At the same time, he couldn't imagine how tragic it would be when the entire Vic Continent suffered another full-scale invasion of the Moon Realm when the use of master-level spells was considered high-end combat power.

   "Then what are you going to do next?"

  Thinking of this, William asked Cass' back.

   "Investigate their origins, and kill them all without leaving one."

  Kas said without looking back

  The tone of his voice reminded William of a former friend of his.

  The fourth seat of the Thirteenth Judgment, the black swordsman Black Seba.

   is also the image of a tall and taciturn tough guy, also using a huge sword as exaggerated as a door panel, and also fighting alone for revenge.

   "Are you going to solve all your problems by yourself?"

  William unconsciously said the line he used to recruit Blake Seba back then.

   Cass didn't answer, just like that person back then.

  William smiled and shook his head.

   A sharp piercing sound sounded, and when something was about to hit Cas's head, he caught it with a backhand.

   He opened his palm, which was a magic seal rune overflowing with lightning.

   "Maybe you only trust yourself, but if one day you feel you need help, crush it."

  Kas turned his head, the gray-haired and silver-eyed mage had disappeared.

   (end of this chapter)