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 177 Yeats

   Chapter 177 Yeats

   "Is that so? I'm afraid I can only blame myself for being only half-baked back then."

   "Girl" said, walking in a majestic step that did not match her age and identity, and walked to the advisor of the Takma Order.

   She looked up at the old man, her eyes as if the emperor was examining his subjects.

   "It is your duty to avoid all unexpected factors."

   She looked directly into the other person's eyes and said, her childish voice revealed the majesty of a superior.

   "The return of a man who has been missing for more than a thousand years is not in the category of unexpected factors that we can expect."

  The old man named Hill replied as if complaining.

   After saying that, the old man and the young man looked at each other for a few seconds before the "girl" lowered her voice and asked:

   "So is that really him?"

   "It's just a phantom."

   Hill replied.

   said, he raised his finger to the bronze holy emblem hanging on the opponent's chest and continued:

   "The temporary illusion created by distorting the light, this is the same as you...or at least not more real than you are now, after all, you still have a fulcrum in this world as a support."

   When talking about the fulcrum, his fingers pointed to the face of "Diana".

   "A fulcrum that can only carry less than 30% of my power? Today's cults are a bunch of rubbish. Even those who are in the moon realm can make a fulcrum of this level."

   The other party said, with a strong disappointment that was completely inappropriate for his age.

   "And as soon as the man came back, it directly caused a tidal effect in the entire world. Even with more than 800 years of preparation, those trash can't completely erase the traces of the other party's existence..."

   said, he took a deep breath of the mist floating around.

   "You...what are you talking about?"

   Moulton looked at the two in confusion.

   He first looked at "Diana" whose words and deeds were obviously no longer the girl from before, then looked at the member of the Tacoma Order called Hill, and after hesitating for a while, he continued to ask:

   "Who the **** is she?"

   "As you can see, the Eighth Order's Divine Revealer."

   The advisor named Hill replied.

   "Bullshit."

   Moulton said, he pulled out his blood-red saber. The golden pattern clings to the blade, and a layer of faint flames burns on it.

"Why did you just call her here... Terra? The founding emperor of that empire? Tell me clearly, what exactly do you want to do? You said earlier that you would use the divine enlightener of the Eighth Holy Spirit as a sacrifice for the new king. Is the coronation used to trick me?"

  Multon raised his sword and pointed at the elderly advisor threateningly.

  The death of the old king and the coronation of the new king have always been the most central part of the ceremony with coronation elements. However, the last Mist King of Ava was thousands of years ago. In order to make the Queen Remedios Moonshadow, whom he recognized, ascend to the throne, he must find a sacrifice that can replace the position of the King of the Mist.

And this sacrifice is the divine enlightener of the "Eighth Holy Spirit" - they can represent the emperor who died in the battle of drifting and became the misty ghost in the history of the high elves. The divine enlightenment is fully competent in the position of.

   But listening to these two men, it doesn't seem like they actually intended to do it.

   At this time, "Diana" focused her attention on the Moulton she brought over. "She" explained with a smile:

   "It's normal for you to have doubts... It's the way it is. Right now, in the Terra Church in Wanren City, Storm Province, about tens of thousands of kilometers away, a few people are playing us and holding a grand resonance ceremony."

  Multon remembered that the "girl" in front of him had said before that the layout of the Terra Church in Wanren City was exactly the same as the throne room here.

   "Resonance ceremony?"

   Although he vaguely guessed something, Moulton asked.

   "Simply put, it is a mirror image that resonates with symbolic concepts, blurring the physical distance and dismantling the same ritual into several places to perform simultaneously."

  Hill explained.

"By the way, the genius who developed this ritual was exiled by the Tacoma Order and went to Vic Continent because of it. Later, he got the help of nobles and used this technology as a carrier to use the stars as a carrier. It is a huge project. It has finally become a peak that future generations of magic singers will never be able to overcome."

   "Diana" had a peculiar smile on her face as she took Hill's words and continued.

Although    seemed to be adding, "she" kept looking at Hill.

   "Okay, I don't need you to remind me about Yeats. Letting him leave Ava Chau was the worst decision I've ever made in my life."

   Hill replied, his voice full of gloom.

   "So you think it's the right decision to let him stay in Avazhou to continue his research?"

   "It was the right decision to directly imprison him in the Demon Prison after discovering that his research was out of control."

   "Attempting to cage a beast is foolishness."

   "It is cruel to release a beast directly into the flock."

   "If cruelty and stupidity had to choose one, I think you would have made the right choice."

   "Diana" shrugged.

  Yeats, one of the three giants of the Unification War, the chief mage of Terra Riel, the first speaker of the Star Council, the designer and executor of the Star Law. At the same time, he is the second and last magic caster in history to practice all thirteen spells to the pinnacle of Divine Realm since William Kane.

  The official historians of the empire have always believed that Yeats was busy with the formulation of the laws of the stars and did not participate in the expedition to Awa.

   "You mean, Yeats is a takma?"

   Moulton asked in surprise.

   "Not only, but the best takma."

   "Girl" replied with a smile, and then she continued:

   "His conception made me touch a corner of eternity and point out a path to the ultimate..."

   said, she looked at Hill, who was on the side, and continued:

   "If you hadn't stopped it back then, this road could have shortened the travel time by more than 800 years."

The truth that Yeats did not participate in the expedition to Ava Chau was that Hill issued a warning on behalf of the Takma Sect. If he, the former Takma, participated, the Takma Sect would give up neutrality and form an alliance with Ava Chau. enemy.

  Hill pursed his lips and said nothing.

   "Of course, even if it's eight hundred years late, it's not too late. From the perspective of eternal time, these are just fleeting experiences... Are they coming back soon?"

   She said, looking at the egg-shaped mist on the throne that was gradually shaking.

   "A shadow of the past, and an outdated person. I didn't expect that in order to develop the future, we must finally contend with the past..."

   As soon as his voice fell, the fog dissipated like ice and snow.

   On the throne, a female elf dressed in a graceful and luxurious, silver mist-like crown ripped open the chain wrapped around her like a spider web.

   Beside her, stood a man with gray hair and silver eyes.

   "Yes, we have to contend with the past."

  The man looked at "Diana" and said.

   (end of this chapter)