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 199 Mythical Legion
Chapter 199 Mythical Legion
Very good...the plan worked.
Seeing the army of moon monsters rushing towards him in the distance, William finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, his will that had been pushed to the limit was also relaxed, and he let go of the two peak spells that had been chanted, but let them fall toward the opposing army.
Sick sunset symbolizes a world where fire has completely replaced light as the driving force after the wrong creation. Everything is in the frenzied consumption and plundering, steadily marching towards irreversible death, in the end [everything is only ashes and dust].
The shattered sky symbolizes the beginning of this world—a great shattering. The original unified and perfect prototype world was completely shattered because of the accumulated anger and dissatisfaction. The infinite sky is too far away, and nothing can truly be achieved until it is broken into a solid world, so [this is the thunder that breaks the sky].
The final scene and the scene of creation, two forces of opposite nature, but equally terrifying, set off a terrifying torrent of magic in the lunar space here. Countless matters appeared and annihilated in this world based on will, and finally turned into pure destructive power, directly descending on the head of the moon monster army.
For a time, all the existences with the concept of vision in the field can only see a pure white color in the range of their eyes; all the existences with the concept of hearing can only hear enough to shatter the eardrum and shatter the heart. of the explosion.
By the time everything returned to peace, the four avenues formed by the lunar ties had already lost their original colors. Whether it is a road paved with gorgeous gold, a battlefield filled with blood and gunpowder, or a complicated network woven by rotting giant maggots and spider silks, all of them have turned into a dead gray-white at this moment, a layer that is not enough. Ashes past the ankles... Ashes that have not burned.
In the space, there are azure-blue fissures of different thicknesses spreading like swimming snakes. They are accompanied by a dangerous "hissing" sound, stripping away the originally stable laws of space, turning this place into a chaotic zone like a paste . Countless different rays of light appeared and disappeared from those flickering space fissures, disappeared and appeared again. It was as if countless possibilities were brewing in this space.
As for the killing effects of these two peak spells... The layer of ashes that is enough to cover the ankles, and the strange light that keeps appearing and disappearing in the cracks in the blue space, are the dead remains of countless moon monsters.
Either it was turned into incombustible ashes by the flames, or it was restored to the most primitive creation by the thunder. This was the final fate of those moon monsters who received these two spells head on. The entire mixed Moon Legion was also smashed to the ground because of these two great magics.
If this is a human army in the present world, I am afraid that the morale has already collapsed because of the panic.
However, this is not the case with moon-level monsters. They have never had the concept of "birth", and they will not have a profound attachment to maintaining their own life like mortals. Therefore, to some extent Lack of fear of death. For them, it is more important to implement the concepts they represent.
Therefore, the Moon-level monsters of the blood king lineage, which symbolized the concepts of battle, anger, bloodthirsty, etc., took the lead in rushing through the depression full of ashes, enduring the damage caused by space fissures and turbulent turbulence. to the battlefield where the calamity lies.
and then fought with those "disasters" armed with various weapons.
Then... these moon monsters, who are good at slaughter, began to accept that they were slaughtered.
The "blood-stained warrior" who has received the blessing of the King of Dead Blood is wrapped in the armor of the king of dead blood. In the face of the disaster holding the god's costume, he is but an enemy of unity.
William stared at the chaotic battlefield with an indifferent expression, but at the moment he was thinking about it—fortunately, the opponent attacked instead of trying to continue the spell battle with himself.
Otherwise, he really couldn't bear the intensity of the battle.
Summons ninety-three clones with the same strength as himself and can release peak spells... This is of course impossible. If William can really do it, then he doesn't need to think about things like continuing to expand his power, just bring his own army and push the major moon realm all the way.
A full-level and fully equipped player is already scary enough, and the number close to one hundred... that is already a horror that can only be described as a natural disaster.
In fact, those clones of oneself are just [mirror shadows] produced by divine domain-level illusions. They are just whiteboard units with 80% of their own panels and cannot use spells. Their ability to release spells is the same as the judgment of "Eclipse", but the effect of William's body through the Holy Spirit Icon, or the response terminal.
Of course, maintaining ninety-three [Mirror Shadow] clones at the same time, the terrifying consumption of magic power, even for William, is not a long-term thing. If you talk about the consumption of the summoning itself, you can also share the time pressure in batches. The magic power to maintain the clone is enough to draw an ordinary Divine Realm-level magic caster into a mentally retarded within tens of seconds.
Not to mention that under this premise, three peak spells that consume terrifying mana were released in one go.
Such a terrifying mana consumption, even William's mana cap that is three times higher than that of an ordinary clear player can't stand it.
It needs to be added here that there is indeed an alchemy potion called "Blue Bottle" in this world. However, in terms of setting, the blue bottle is not a concentrated magic potion, but a potion that acts on the spirit of the magic caster.
After all, the so-called "blue bars" of magic casters are not the magic power stored in the body or the etheric domain, but their spiritual power. Magic singers communicate with the astral world through spiritual power, guide magic power into the etheric realm or magic intermediary, and then weave real magic formulas.
The potions with the effect of restoring magic power are roughly divided into two types in principle: the potions that increase the speed of returning magic are generally calming drugs to relieve the mental exhaustion of the caster; psychoactive stimulants.
Even in the game, these two potions will be considered conflicting and cannot be used together.
Therefore, even if William put on a full set of blue-returning equipment, and then filled himself with a few liters of "blue bottle" to burst his stomach, he would not be able to output this scale of magic at the same time.
After all, he was just a mortal.
However, if you just need the magic scale, there are still many tricks in this world.
The simplest example is the tide of the rotting moon undead born out of the "eternal gift", the great secret ritual that can wake up an army of tens of millions of undead, and the scale of magic required is even to summon the necromancers of the whole continent. are difficult to provide. But its ritual initiator can even be a magic caster who is not the Duke of Thorns.
As long as you can create a channel large enough to guide magic power from the astral world, the scale of magic power that a mortal can use is beyond imagination.
For example, the Holy Tomb of Thorns City, and the spiritual imprints left in the countless corpses in the large cemetery, accumulate into a huge channel of necromancy magic.
For example, the star lighthouse, by being bound to the destiny constellation of the astral world, can directly guide the exaggerated magic power to the lighthouse keeper through the lunar crack.
Another example... Collected for hundreds of years, the belief control hub of spiritual power worshipped by countless believers, the Holy Compass.
At this moment, behind William’s back, he is carrying the Holy Spirit Compass he collected from the Sealed Temple in Blackwater Province.
Through the spiritual fragments of the people's beliefs collected in this compass, and through the improved "eternal gift" of the big secret rituals, he transmitted a steady stream of magic power to the ninety-three [mirror shadows] he summoned. .
And his own mental power does not need to communicate with the astral world, but it is enough to use all his strength to control the clones of those mirror images.
But this also means that he can't tell how much mental power he can use to construct the magic technique he is best at.
Therefore, he previously released the peak spells one by one, just to continuously put pressure on the opponent, making them make the wrong tactical judgment of hand-to-hand combat.
Although William doesn't have the extra energy to weave large-scale magic at the moment, the mirror clones he summoned at the moment, each of them can wear a real full set of mythological equipment.
Even if he can't use his proud magic to bombard wildly, the mirror clones currently armed with his own treasure hall are a real mythical army.
Therefore, William originally intended to end the battle with hand-to-hand combat.
With its own massive collection.
(end of this chapter)
