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 208 Prologue: A Journey to the Past

   Chapter 208 Prologue: Journey to the Past

   Set off from the Dragon Bone Islands and cross the sea of ​​ghosts, where even giant dragons are reluctant to set foot in the extreme cold north, the land of eternal night.

  Cold…

   The heat of life seems to be extinguished at any time here, and even the breath will be frozen.

  Darkness…

  The sun that shone on the earth in other places, looked up here like a lone lamp in a rainy night, was dying, as for the stars, they were completely covered by the blizzard.

  The howling wind swept the ice debris like a blade, galloping unscrupulously on the white ground. Even a giant dragon with scales as sturdy as steel could hardly spread his wings in this gust of wind.

   However, even in this extremely cold north where even giant dragons can't walk, in this absolute forbidden area of ​​life, there are actually a few mortal figures.

  Three figures in coats are marching **** this snowy field.

The man in the lead was thin, holding a strange staff with a light blue flame in his hand. A silver translucent enchantment extended from the top of the staff, protecting himself and the two behind him. Inside, the piercing cold wind around him was eliminated.

   Occasionally, because it was not judged as a threat, snowflakes would pass through the barrier and fall on the man's silver-white hair. But he didn't care, he just continued to walk on the knee-high snow.

As for the remaining two, one of them looked like a woman. She wrapped her whole body tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered with white shading. view.

  The other was a burly middle-aged man who casually wore a heavy, tattered overcoat and followed behind with a calm pace. Dark golden scales loomed over his arms and face, and his squinting eyes were like reptiles, with golden vertical pupils.

   The three of them walked on this snowy field for an unknown amount of time, when the woman who had been walking at the back suddenly spoke.

   "Lord Judge, since the dragons are unwilling to provide assistance to the mainland in the following wars, we should rush to the Dusk Fortress as soon as possible to inform the coalition forces. Why did we continue to come here?"

   The woman's tone was more like a complaint than a question.

   Even with the protection of the enchantment, the woman's voice was instantly engulfed by the whistling wind, like a raindrop falling into the waves, without even the slightest ripple.

   walked in front, and the man she called "the presiding judge" didn't even turn his head back, just continued to walk forward unhurriedly.

  The woman thought that the other party had not heard clearly before, and planned to repeat it in a louder voice, but it was also at this time that the man suddenly spoke:

   "It's not a big deal...just want to see it."

"have a look?"

   The woman repeated the man's words suspiciously, and then looked around at the endless snowy field around her.

   "But what can be seen here?"

   she asked involuntarily.

  The northernmost known to most mortals in the Vic continent is the Keel Islands where dragons are inhabited. And the extreme cold north of the Dragon Bone Islands, the land of eternal night, is a concept that will only be mentioned in legends.

  The only record there in history comes from the last migration of the high elves during the Silver Age. A branch of an elves fleet went north after crossing the Dragon Bone Islands, hoping to go to the end of the world to find a new home.

   And the high elf fleet that hoped to reach the end of the world ended in disappearance and disappeared in the long river of history. In the thousands of years that followed, there were no more records of that place.

   Today, they may be the first group of mortals to set foot on this land again since the Silver Age.

   "The end of the world, Sibilla."

  William looked back at the woman named Sibilla behind him and smiled at her.

   "I want to see the boundaries of the world."

   Hearing this seemingly inexplicable answer, Sibilla sighed slightly.

   At this moment, she really wanted to say something to His Excellency the Presiding Judge.

   For example, the next tide of the moon is imminent, and the demon armies of several phantom kings may invade the world again at any time.

   For example, the plan to come to the Dragon Bone Islands to seek reinforcements on this trip failed. They should return to the Dusk Fortress as soon as possible and re-plan the defense lines of the Lunar Rifts.

   Countless more realistic things are imminent, and now is not the time to spend time on romantic things like "searching for the end of the world".

   But inexplicably, she looked at His Excellency the presiding judge's slightly excited expression, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

   "Don't worry, it won't delay too much time, at least it won't delay the battle..."

   seemed to have guessed what Sibyl was worried about, said the presiding judge.

   Then, he whispered as if to himself:

   "It's better to say, as long as I don't go back, the Moon Realm invasion won't start at all?"

   "Huh? Why?"

   "Nothing, I'm talking nonsense."

   Faced with her question, the presiding judge waved his hand and quickened his pace somewhat embarrassedly.

   Then, as if he had hit something, he stopped abruptly.

   The expression on his face also darkened.

   "As expected..."

   The presiding judge who had stopped stood silent for a long time, and finally had to say with a sigh.

   "Although I didn't expect anything at all...I should have guessed it would be like this."

   said, he took a few steps back, inserted the staff in his hand into the snow, and slowly extended his right hand forward.

   That movement was like stroking an invisible wall.

The presiding judge looked at the seemingly endless snow field in front of him, at the blizzard sweeping in mid-air, and at the darker sky in the distance... In the end, he had to slowly withdraw his hand and hold the magic medium again. Touch said:

   "Go back, there's nothing left over there."

   Then he murmured to himself in a low voice:

   "Air Wall, this is the end..."

   "Just come here and go back?"

   Dewar, who had been following behind him without speaking, asked suspiciously at this moment.

  Duva understands the character of the presiding judge. Even if it is an occasional whim, as long as it is what the presiding judge is determined to do, he will definitely do it to the end.

   Giving up halfway through this journey is really not the way the presiding judge behaves.

   The presiding judge just coughed lightly when he heard the words:

   "I thought about it and felt that Sibilla was right. It is more important to focus on the upcoming lunar tides now."

   As he said that, he looked back at the snow field in the distance.

   "As for exploring the end of the world, let's wait until the lunar crisis is completely resolved."

   After he finished speaking, he waved the spell medium in his hand and drew a few runes with flashing electric lights on the snow. The thin snake-like thunder and lightning danced in the space, and then gathered into a large space crack.

   In Sibilla's vision of "God's Eyes" that can see through all the flow of magic power, the originally stable space fabric began to disintegrate under the influence of violent lightning magic, and resonated with a beacon hundreds of miles away.

   A temporary twist point that can span space begins to take shape here.

   The thunder and lightning screams that ripped apart the space gradually covered the howling wind.

   They are going home.

  …

   "Sizzle..."

  The girl was awakened by the screeching sound of thunder and lightning. She opened her eyes as if they were covered with white shading, and when she looked up, she saw the ceiling entwined by twisted and tangled tree trunks.

   "Is it a dream..."

  The icy cold air in the land of the eternal night in the dream, and the sultry and humid environment in the current Ravenwood Forest, made her not know where she was for a moment. After all, whether it was a dream or reality, the shrieks that were characteristic of teleportation spells reverberated in her ears.

   But before she was fully awake, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the bed.

   It was a forest elf male with a hunting bow and a hideous wolf head tattoo on his face.

   It can be seen that the age of the other party should not be very old, because his skin has not yet formed a tree-like texture like bark.

"What's wrong?"

   the girl asked with drowsiness.

   "Our whereabouts have been exposed, the Wild Hunt troops of the Duke of the Holy Tree are coming soon, and we must move quickly."

   That forest elf spoke extremely fast and said in a calm tone.

   To this, the girl just nodded ignorantly. It can be seen that she, who is not yet fully awake, has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

   Then, the girl who was pulled by the forest spirit and ran out of the tree hole seemed to suddenly remember something and said:

   "By the way, I just seemed to have a dream about the original owner of these eyes."

   "That's about the past of the stargazer Lady Sibylla Homer."

   (end of this chapter)