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 183 "Disarm"

   Chapter 183 "Disarm"

   As the father of the crows, in a sense, the entire domain of Black Crow's Watch is an extension of Black's power.

  Therefore, when Black finished asking this sentence, the two people he mentioned felt a chill behind them at the same time. It felt as if sharp claws could emerge from the surrounding air at any moment.

   And to Black's question, William replied:

   "The girl just needs to let her get out of the state of "God's Descendence" and lose her combat effectiveness. After that, I still have some things to confirm with her. As for the magic sword next to me..."

  William turned to look at Remedios beside him, who immediately understood what he meant. She nodded, and then shouted to the city lord of Fenghuo City:

   "Mr. Moulton, you have proved your position earlier, please step back now..."

   "My position?"

  Multon, who was holding a strange magic sword, didn't look back, because he didn't dare to take the slightest bit of attention away from the man surrounded by ravens in front of him.

   He replied coldly:

"That's right, my position has been confirmed in front of you... But what about yours? Are those rumors true? You actually made a deal with Moon Realm and sold the entire Awa Continent to a secret high-ranking person. Existed? So what's the difference between you and the likes of Ward Windsong who want to sell Ava to the Empire?!"

   At the end, his tone became excited.

   "No, it's not."

   Remedios answered immediately, but she didn't know how to continue the explanation.

   If it is from the opponent's point of view, then he should have come to this conclusion.

   In fact, even Remedios herself couldn’t understand what was happening in front of her—a friend who should have died appeared here, and she used the high-level moon power without any hesitation. And the entire palace dedicated to the misty spirit throne was also temporarily pulled into the realm of the Moon Realm by the other party.

   Even Remedios herself, out of absolute trust in William Kane and Blake, temporarily suppressed the doubts in her heart.

   She believes that there is definitely a reason for this that she is not yet clear about.

   But she couldn't ask Moulton to unconditionally believe in the two people in front of her, just like herself.

   As the most elven conservative Morton Bloodblade in the entire Ava, apart from his fellow high elves. Whether it is the Moon Realm or the Empire, in his eyes, they are untrustworthy outsiders.

   And those who bring in outsiders are, in his eyes, the most despicable traitors.

   Hearing the question from the other party, Remedios, who didn't know how to explain it for a while, looked at William, who immediately understood what she meant.

   "Hey, trouble... Black, just disarm that guy who plays with the magic sword, don't kill him."

   Hearing William's words, Blake, who had just brushed his fingers lightly over the blade, complained:

   "After coming back, the first battle that looks like a little bit will be tied up, which is not enough fun."

   "Quan is to find a challenge for yourself. I really want to be happy. I suggest you go to the arena of the King of Dead Blood for a **** game. I have two more invitations."

   "Really? Would you like to give it to me?"

  Blake seems to be interested.

   "As compensation for this mission."

   William replied.

   "That's fine then."

   After Black finished speaking, he turned his head excitedly and looked at the two people in front of him.

   At this moment, both of them are on guard against Black, while continuing to guard against each other.

  Black casually tried the sword in his hand and said:

   "I remember there was a saying in the past, even if we are in this situation called 'Baroque balance', is there still such a saying?"

  The sudden rise of the Baroque Knight Kingdom at the end of the Golden Age changed the original balance of confrontation between the Storm Kingdom and the Kos Empire in the center of the Vic Continent, and turned it into a dangerous three-pronged balance. In later generations—at least in the days when the Tribunal was active, people often used the term "Baroque balance" to describe a situation in which the sudden emergence of a third party made the originally stable confrontation between the two parties dangerous.

   If it's just a one-on-one battle, it's enough to put all your energy on your enemy. However, once the warring parties rise to three parties, the decisions that need to be made in the situation will be countless times more complicated than before.

  Blake did not wait for the two to answer, but continued:

"As for me, I'm not very good at thinking about such complicated situations. In addition, you have also heard, and the orders given to me by the boss are not to hurt your lives. So let's make it simple, the two of you go together. "

   Hearing the same arrogant style of speech as more than a thousand years ago, Remedios’s last doubts were dispelled.

   No matter what he has become now, the one who wields this power is definitely the jet-black swordsman back then.

   On the battlefield, Blake's provocative lines did not arouse much emotion between the two. At their level, they rarely affect their judgment of the battle situation because of this level of provocation.

   Cooperation together? Just now, the two people who were planning to kill each other, how could they let go of their guard against each other just because the person in front of them mocked each other?

  Simple words like this are not enough...

   However, interpreting Blake's sincere advice as provocation was their first mistake.

   After Black finished saying these words, without any unnecessary warning, the next moment his body turned into thousands of ravens and shrouded the hall in midair.

   In the sound of hiss, countless pairs of sharp claws rained down on the two of them, and countless dark and pitch-black lightning spewed out of the raven's sharp beak. But these pitch-black lightnings are different from the lightning generated by ordinary lightning magic. The trajectory they pass will not dissipate immediately, but will leave a deep trace in the air, and then slowly spread and disappear - it looks like It was like a foolish child's fingers were stained with pitch-black invisible ink, wanton smearing on a piece of white paper.

   The blood-colored mist that permeated around the Divine Revealer shrank and converged, and finally solidified into a thick blood cocoon to wrap her in it, which made her resist the storm-like attack. The shape of the handle in the air was like a sword and a chisel. The strange weapon with cracks all over its body was spinning like a flywheel, constantly strangling the surrounding ravens.

Moulton, who was on the side, immediately inserted the magic sword named [Inexhaustible] into the ground, and then countless spikes made of illusory blood coagulated from the ground, densely packed like a sea urchin. Blocked all the ravens that approached him.

   It seemed that this mighty attack was temporarily unable to defeat the opponent's defense, but summoning ravens was actually just a warm-up method for Black's attack—in fact, he wasn't good at it.

   Even if the "Father of Crows" has the same authority over the concept of "despair", depending on the user, it will manifest its power differently.

  When this authority is in the hands of "Jackdaw Coles", what he is best at is to control the massive crows to carry out a steady stream of attacks, killing the enemy one wave after another. And this also coincides with his specialized positioning of fighting as a group in the trial seat.

   As a specialization of humanoid individuals, Black, who has reached the realm of swordsmanship and magic sword driving, has also integrated this power into his fighting style after gaining the authority of the "Father of Crows".

  Under the cover of the ravens, he appeared beside Moulton like a ghost, and without waiting for the other party to react, he immediately swung the two-handed epee decorated with crow wings.

   The movement of the sword is not fancy, and the trajectory of the sword is not a little tricky.

   A simple but powerful sword like a textbook, smashing all the blood-colored spikes surrounding Morton.

   That's right, with just one sword, all the thorns around him were chopped into pieces, and then turned into blood mist and dissipated.

   But Moulton, who was surrounded by spikes and protected, was completely intact.

   From Moulton's point of view, at the moment when the sword was swung, he seemed to see countless phantom blade trajectories flashing around him, shattering all the protection around him.

  Multon immediately pulled out the magic sword that he had inserted on the ground before, intending to fight again, but the opponent put away the sword at this time, turned around and left as if he had lost interest.

   "Hey! Aren't you going to continue?"

   Moulton, feeling humiliated, shouted at the back.

   But the other party still did not turn around.

   "Stop fighting, as the boss said, only use your weapons."

   The man replied without looking back.

   Exposing one's back to the enemy in battle is the most arrogant and stupidest act. Moulton clenched the magic sword and planned to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

   However, when he raised the sword in his hand, a harsh sound like ice cracking came from the side of the sword.

   Next, this highest holy relic-level magic sword, which had once exiled the king of dead blood, the chief demon general "slaughtered", the magic sword Inexhaustible, stained with the blood of the demigods, shattered like a glass product.

   The editor asked me not to change my name, so let’s just keep it as a cheap name, and change the cover when we come back.

   (end of this chapter)