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 184 Empty Throne (Part 1)
Chapter 184 The Empty Throne (Part 1)
"Let's go, we have other things to do, and we can't just stand here and watch the play."
After seeing Black's sword smashing the magic sword in Moulton's hand, William, who confirmed that Black was completely in control of the situation here, patted Remedios on the shoulder and said this.
"What... ah?!"
The Ranger lady, who had been watching the battle not far away, turned around after hearing William's words, and then she saw... the second William?
Wearing an armor called [Evil Dragon Skeleton], and holding the [Blighted Chill] overflowing with cold air, the gray-haired man behind her took on the set of equipment he used most a thousand years ago.
The plainly dressed William stood there like an exquisite wax figure. The witch who had hitchhiked from the coordinates was playing in circles around William's head. Occasionally, she would stop in front of this William and keep waving at his unmoved eyes, as if trying to attract the puppet's attention.
"So...what is this..."
His eyes swept back and forth between the two Williams, and Remedios felt a little confused. He looked at the man holding the withered cold in front of him and asked tentatively:
"Is the one in Ava Continent just a [Mirror Image]? But how did it do that?"
[Mirror Image], a divine domain-level illusion spell, can create a phantom whose appearance is the same as the body, but because it is not driven by a soul, it can only accept some rigid orders.
But Remedios could clearly feel the agility in that William before, this is not just a dead thing like the normal [Mirror Shadow] clone.
"This is going to be a long story... But time is limited now, are you sure you don't want to solve that guy first and then talk about this problem?"
William in front of him replied.
"That guy?"
Remedios tilted her head and asked.
"It's the Takma who brought the wolf into the house."
…
The old man who was registered as "Hill" in the Tacoma Order realized that the moment the palace was pulled into the Black Crow's Watch, things were completely beyond his control.
A high-ranking moon lord level suddenly joined the battle, making all his previous plans come to nothing.
So, taking advantage of the cover of crow feathers flying all over the sky, and when everyone's eyes were focused on the three warring parties, he seemed to melt into the air, disappearing into this place that he could not see at all. In the throne room that understands the situation.
When he reappeared, he was already above the boundless sea that the black crow looked at.
Why is it like this? Which part is the problem...
He stood in the sky, looking at the sky and the earth that were connected by the storm and the waves, he couldn't help thinking.
Then he shook his head - the priority now is to get out of this place quickly, and then go back to the Tacoma and tell them what just happened here.
But once back inside the cult, the next thing to take over the whole plan is…
Thinking of this, an indescribable sadness emerged from the depths of his heart.
He must be to blame for returning as the "agent" of the Tacoma Order in this world. And this also means that the plan to fill the vacant seat of the Eighth Throne in a bloodless way is completely bankrupt.
"Obviously it's only a little short."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing.
"And this little bit is as far away as the sky."
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared behind this Takma, which made him turn around abruptly.
A flash of lightning flashed across at this time, instantly reflecting the sky as if it were daytime. This made him see the person who was speaking - a gray-haired man in twisted pitch-black bone armor, he floated in the sky less than fifty meters away from him, his eyes were indifferent.
And next to that man is the Shadow Queen who has been his advisor for many years.
"You won't understand..."
Hill looked at the man in front of him, and spoke slowly.
"I can listen to you explain slowly."
William answered in a calm tone.
The voice of fell, and a blue circle began to spread along the magic agent in William's hand, and the temperature within a hundred meters around him dropped sharply. In a few breaths, the heavy rain turned into ice slag, and the undulating sea beneath his feet also floated countless ice sheets.
"The premise is that you are willing to explain it well, instead of saying a bunch of unknown riddles."
William continued.
Seeing the drastic changes around him, he felt the surging magic power that he had never felt before, and the members of the Hill Order who looked at William turned from helplessness to disbelief. He raised a finger slightly, pointed tremblingly at the man in front of him, and said:
"Are you just..."
What is it? There is no text, and the expression on the old man's face changed in an instant - it turned into a look of doubt.
"No, you can't be, no one can be..."
After hearing these words, William's last trace of patience finally disappeared.
A dangerous smile climbed up his face. If it was in the comics, then William's forehead would definitely have exaggerated blue veins at this moment.
"good very good…"
He kept that smile and nodded slowly.
Then slowly, clearly, and methodically, he continued:
"I often thought in the past, if there is a chance in the future to play my role without following the established process. Then I must personally put you guys in an unfathomable way, hide half of what you say, and half of what you say. Riddlers who also like to come out after the fact and beat them to death first, then tear your mouths to pieces."
Feeling the very obvious and inexplicable hostility in the other party's words, Takma named Hill asked with great confusion:
"What's the meaning?"
For his question, the previously stiff and unnatural smile on William's face turned into a grin.
"It means that you can only survive on liquid food for the rest of your life!"
The voice of fell, and William pointed the spell agent in his hand at the Tacoma. In an instant, dozens of spells shone on this sea area.
…
"You're actually hiding something, right?"
At this moment, the battle on the other side has come to an end.
The girl with sword marks all over her body half-knelt on the ground with the sword in her hand, her mouth gasping for breath.
A dense flock of crows hovered above her head, and those crows stared at her with wide blood-red eyes, as if they were waiting to come down and feast on her.
However, the girl's face still had that indifferent expression.
Blake stood less than five meters away from her and looked at her carefully.
5 meters, this distance is completely negligible for both sides of the war. Black stood in this position and could end the fight with just one more swing.
As for Blake's question, the girl just gave a "huh" and didn't answer.
After waiting for a few more seconds, seeing that the other party didn't seem to be planning to answer or continue fighting, Blake slowly raised the sword in his hand.
The state of descending requires a medium to maintain, and when the vitality of the medium itself becomes extremely weak, those high-ranking beings will choose to withdraw their power, so as not to let them stay in the world forever.
So what Black needs to do next is to keep the other party's life and death only a thin line away.
"You really found me a good job, presiding judge..."
Black shook his head helplessly and complained. From the past, he has always disliked things that require precise control.
But at the moment when Black raised the sword in his hand and was about to stab in the air, the enlightener said:
"A piece of advice, the presiding judge you said, following him will only make all of you die miserably, turning the entire Vic continent and even the world into a purgatory on earth."
(end of this chapter)
