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 176 Eighth Throne

   Chapter 176 Eighth Throne

   "I've never heard you speak dirty before, so this is a habit you've changed over the past thousand years?"

   These were the first words Remedios said after she calmed down.

   "So that's the first thing you want to ask?"

  William asked back with a smile.

  Remedios looked at the man in front of her who had long forgotten his face and voice, took a few deep breaths, and then asked:

   "Are you really back?"

   "Exactly."

  William nodded, then added:

   "As for the dirty mouth... Maybe you need to get used to it in the future, of course, I will try my best to pay attention."

   In order to meet the needs of spiritual civilization construction, the game will automatically block players' swear words, but now there is no taboo.

   "Looks like you've changed a lot over the years."

   Hearing the remarks that felt vaguely inconsistent with the past image of the other party, Remedios couldn't help but laugh and tease.

   said, her figure began to blur, which was the change that she started to give up to integrate all the self on the timeline.

   "It's better to say that this is my original appearance."

  William answered with a shrug, then he looked around and said:

   "Let's go back first, this is not a good place to catch up."

   When Remedios heard this, she followed William's example and looked around the Round Table Hall back then.

   She looked at the thirteen members of the Tribunal, including herself, and said with some emotion:

   "After all, this is history itself, isn't it? I don't know what the Twilight Fortress looks like today. I remember that it has been blocked since Dewey died..."

   In this regard, William smiled and said:

   "Let's go back and talk slowly, I dare say that the current fortress at dusk (dawn) is definitely far beyond your imagination..."

  …

   "The person who walked into the fog... who is it?"

   The advisor of the Tacoma Order, who had been thrown aside by William earlier, got up from the ground, then walked over to Moulton with a limp and asked.

   The other party was still kneeling there reverently.

The duty of the Blood Blade family engraved in their blood and soul is to fight for the "King of the Mist". However, in this relatively "peaceful" era without the King of the Mist, the restlessness originating from their blood and soul has been suppressed. unbearable.

   Therefore, when the Tacoma Religion found him and hoped that Phoenix Fire City would support the coronation of the new King of the Mist, even if he understood that the other party was mostly using him, he agreed on behalf of his family.

   "He said that he was an Origin Silver merchant from Heishui Province. This time he came to Avazhou to catch up with one of his ranger friends and do a business incidentally."

  Multon looked at the egg-shaped mist that was slowly spinning and replied.

   Immediately, he turned to look at the Tacoma advisor and continued:

   "But his rhetoric was full of loopholes - he said that his friend was in the Moon Magic City, and the Moon Magic City had not returned rangers for hundreds of years."

   "That's why you think he's actually a member of the church?"

   asked the elderly advisor, patting the dust on his robe.

   "And around his neck hangs the holy emblem of the Eighth Holy Spirit."

   Moulton replied, and immediately turned his gaze to the egg-shaped mist that enveloped the throne.

   It won't be long, after Remedios Moonshadow completes the coronation ceremony of her inheritance, the true Queen of the Mist who belongs to Ava Continent will return to the world.

   Those ancient ghosts in the mist will be with her, making her the perfect ruler and the most central part of the High Elf Way. After that, the society of the high elves will be integrated into a unified system, returning to the ruling ecology of kings, warriors, wizards, and the surnames of the three core "roads".

   Instead of being divided into seven loose city-states as they are today, it is possible for those surnames of "farmer", "artisan" or "merchant" to share power.

   "You mean, there are no rangers in Moon Law City?"

  The advisor of the Tacoma Sect suddenly said, the tone of his words was more like questioning than questioning.

   But Moulton, who was immersed in excitement, did not distinguish the difference, he replied casually:

   "It hasn't happened in about five hundred years. After all, those who have obtained the inheritance of the wizard-related 'road' and can stay in the Moon City, how can they give up their surnames to become a ranger?"

   After hearing Moulton's answer, the old man was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke:

   "But as far as I know, there is indeed a big man who used to be a 'ranger' in Moonfair City today...and I think you are also very familiar with that person."

   The expression on Moulton's face suddenly froze.

   "You mean... the 'ranger' he's looking for is actually Lady Moon Shadow?"

   But how is this possible?

   And the old man nodded, with an expression of sudden realization on his face.

"I see…"

   he muttered to himself.

   and Moulton on the side asked puzzledly:

   "So what is that? All those friends from Ms. Moon Shadow back then have..."

   "Either dead or missing. After all, it has been more than a thousand years, and such years are quite long even for elves."

  The old man helped him to say the next words, and then continued:

   "Think about it, a powerful magic caster, male, with grey hair and silver eyes as a resident of the Stormlands... By the way, he also carries the holy emblem of the Holy Spirit Kane, this identity is really hard to guess, right?"

   "No, it's impossible..."

   Moulton, who was awakened, shook his head subconsciously, then picked up the animal skin lantern at hand and stood up.

   "No human being can live more than a thousand years!"

   "He's not human, boy. Ever since the mad emperor of eight hundred years decided to use the name William Kane as a tool to carve out eternity, his name no longer stands for a mere human being."

   The advisor of the Takma Order said so.

After   , he turned to look at Diana beside him.

   "And in doing so, your throne is at stake."

  Multon also turned his head with some doubts and looked at the divine enlightener of the Eighth Holy Spirit he had brought over earlier.

   This girl named Diana, since William stepped into the egg-shaped mist earlier, bowed her head abnormally and became quiet. She stood there like a statue, not even the ups and downs of her body caused by her breathing.

  No, it should be said that she is not breathing.

   "Whose throne?"

   asked Moulton.

   "My Throne..."

   A voice with a tender but majestic tone came out of Diana's mouth and echoed throughout the throne room.

   "Hill, you broke your promise."

   The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the advisor of the Tacoma Order with an expression that did not match her age and gender.

   As he spoke, the egg-shaped fog cocoon on the throne seemed to be pulled out by a thread, and it spread out and turned into a human figure hovering beside "Diana". Immediately, the bronze holy emblem hanging around her neck emitted a faint light.

   "I only promised to bring the eighth throne to life, but I never promised who would sit on it in the end..."

   The Takma sect advisor, who was called Hill by "Diana", answered this, and then he looked at the girl in front of him and continued:

   "And if you could kill the opponent on the Broken Sea before, then it wouldn't be so troublesome now, Mr. Terra..."

   (end of this chapter)