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 230 zero entropy

"But then again... Although it can be seen that it is newly made, the style of this rune is really simple. The design idea of ​​introducing the magic of the astral world without using the astral circuit at all is probably a style that would have been popular more than a thousand years ago. ? It's a serious heretical technique today, and it's the kind that the top leaders of the Star Council will specially set up a crusade team."

After    pulled the Demon Sealing Rune out of Nezmaar's frozen fingers, Flallo carefully scrutinized the thin silver piece for a while, and said with some emotion.

   Immediately, her ghostly lights turned to Nezemar and continued:

"So, did the current regime in Blackwater Province get the help of a hidden family that inherited classical magic? Or where did you find the ruins of the mage tower in the past? Can you bypass the laws of the stars and train your own magic singers, cooperate with The Great Secret Ritual of the Tide of the Rotten Moon, inherited by the former Duke of Thorns, can be considered as having some capital to negotiate conditions with the empire... But seriously, you don't think that you can raise a flag against the current empire just by relying on this. ?"

   Nezemar, who was locked in place by the frost spell, did not reply. At this moment, she was trying hard to think about how she should guide the other party to activate the magic seal.

   Under the pressure of a divine domain mage, only by doing this can he have any hope of escape.

   Seeing that the other party did not reply, Flaro was not angry, she continued to ask with the same tone:

   "If you don't want to say it, forget it. After all, everyone has to pay for their own ignorance. I have to respect the right of my neighbors to be stupid... But what is your reason for coming to Sacred Tree City? You still need to explain it clearly?"

   Flaro said while playing with the Demon Sealing Rune in his hand, looking like he was spinning a coin quickly.

  Nezmar tried not to let her eyes fall on the Demon Sealing Rune, she pulled a smile on her face and said:

   "Would you like to guess for yourself?"

  's slightly provocative words made the other party immediately stop the movement in his hand. Flaro held the Demon Sealing Rune in his palm with his backhand, and then leaned forward slightly and said:

"There are two conjectures, but one will make you look stupid, and the other will make you look cruel - either, you are here as a representative of the pseudo-government of Blackwater Province, wanting to re-sign a business agreement with Ravenwood, So that your citizens can safely pass through the cold winter of this year of starvation and rot..."

  The land of Blackwater Province is deeply poisoned by undead magic, and about 20% of the food shortage needs to be imported from other regions every year. Ravenwood is its largest trading partner. It was only after the incident of the Tide of the Dead of the Rotten Moon that the Empire imposed a comprehensive trade blockade on Blackwater Province. The Holy Tree City completely banned trade with the Blackwater Province from the official to the private in accordance with the order of the White House.

  Nezmar blinked and said:

   "What about the cruel conjecture?"

  From the perspective of the other party, it is indeed a foolish choice to rely on negotiation to restore the previous trade agreement without having any more leverage, but…

"No, no, you misunderstood. Before deciding to rebel against the empire's rule, you didn't even consider the impact of the calendar of disasters. It would be cruel to abandon your own people in a year of starvation and let them starve to death. Stupidity is another conjecture of mine...I heard that you have reached an agreement to cooperate with the regime of Avazhou. Although I don't think you are so stupid, but you don't want the entire Jade Province to board together Warships against the Empire?"

   The other side spoke, and for the first time Nezemar heard her laugh out loud.

   There was even a trace of anger for unknown reasons in the laughter that mocked their self-control.

   Since he made the other party laugh and get angry, then his previous provocation can be regarded as arousing the other party's mood swings.

  Nezmael breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

   Those who can rely on themselves to practice spells to the realm of the gods naturally surpass mortals greatly in controlling their own emotions. After all, when driving the surging magic power in the etheric domain to construct a spell, if it is affected by violent emotional fluctuations, the consequences will be disastrous.

   After all, modern magic is not like classical magic that resonates with myths. The modern magic system is a product of precision rather than emotion. Intense emotions not only cannot strengthen the effect of spells, but will lead to fatal deviations in spells.

   In many spell battles where the weak overcome the strong, at the critical moment when the opponent is preparing large-scale magic, they directly break through the enemy's mental defense line, allowing the opponent to blow up his head because of the short circuit of magic power. Therefore, controlling one's emotions is often the first lesson that magic casters need to learn.

   And what he has to do is to detonate the arrogance of the other party with his own arrogance and make her act emotionally.

   A piercing chill swept through the room along with the other party's laughter. The fruit tea, which was still steaming a little, cooled down instantly, and snowflake-shaped ice crystals began to condense in the teacup.

   Under this pressing aura, Nezemar still kept his previous smile and said:

   "Yes, I'm here for what you call 'stupid'."

   Flaro stood up immediately upon hearing the words, the ice crystal chair instantly turned into pure magic power and dissipated, she swayed in front of Nezemar like a gust of wind, her pale and cold hand raised his chin.

   Her face was very close, which allowed Nezemar to vaguely see the other party's face under the black veil.

   His icy blue eyes radiated light, his skin was too fair for a forest elf, his lips were dark blue, and his expression was stiff and stern.

   "Rebelling against the rule of the empire? Why? What qualifications do you have, what do you rely on, and what do you have? What can you do with a regime that can't even support its own people?"

   She whispered softly, although there was still no emotion in her tone. But Nezemar could clearly feel that the other party was not as calm as when he came in earlier.

  Then it's time...

  Nezmaar turned his eyes to the demon seal rune held in the opponent's hand.

"This is what you're counting on? Some magical heritage from the past, or some forces that have survived under the empire's pursuit, those wreckage from the past? Seriously, who have you been fed by? Fascinated Soul Soup, so naive?"

   Seeing Nezemar's gaze, the other party sneered.

   But for some reason, Nezemar seemed to be able to feel a hint of helplessness from the other party's words.

   Then, as Nezemar had expected, the other party held the Demon Sealing Rune in front of him and said mockingly:

   "Then take a good look at how fragile and insignificant the things you rely on are."

After   , she shattered the silver piece in her hand.

  The sparkling electric light flickered around her, and as the magic stored in it turned into Razers, the concept of the surrounding space began to blur.

   But at the same time, the space in the entire room began to tremble slightly. Like a flickering mirror, everything in the room began to distort with tremors. The space reinforced by Flaro resists the space cracks torn open by the [Teleportation] magic. Every time a space crack appears, more magic power ripples to smooth it out.

   "Look, what you rely on..."

Flaro said with a sneer, but before she could finish her words, she found that although she had restored the space fissure to lightning attribute magic, the magic would not dissipate normally, but continued to follow the previously planned technique. form a new space rift.

   is like having a life of its own.

   But how could it be…

   Startled in his heart, Flaro immediately increased his efforts, trying to smooth out all the space fissures at the same time.

   But the result is still the same, even because of those magic powers, it re-constructed a space rift at the same time, and he was almost sent out before he could stabilize the space structure.

  How is it possible that a teleportation spell that is only Tier 6 is not even cast here by the other party himself, so he can't do anything about it?

   Although he had long since lost this ability, Flaro still had the illusion of sweat on his forehead.

   With the consumption of magic power in the etheric domain, the speed of smoothing out those space fissures began to gradually fail to keep up with the speed of their generation.

   If it goes on like this, he will be teleported directly to an unknown place... It is very likely to be the maker of this magic seal rune.

   No way…

   For the first time in more than ten years, she felt an emotion called "fear" flooding into her chest, and at this moment, she didn't care about her decency.

  I only have a legendary level in thunder and lightning spells. It is obvious that the opponent is definitely a magic caster who has reached the level of the domain of the gods. It is indeed a bit too big for me to fight against the opponent in the field that they are good at.

  【Zero Entropy】…

   Shaking the spell matchmaker in his hand, he chanted the divine domain magic that is called the crown of frost spells—a forbidden spell that can freeze and stagnate even time.

  In an instant, with himself as the core, the entire reception room seemed to be frozen in amber, and everything was still. Even the space fissure that was wrapped around him like a bone-encrusted maggot before, like a crack in this piece of amber, also stopped.

After the    spell was chanted, Flaro quickly moved himself out of the shattered space. At that time, only a cloud of air will be transmitted.

   After doing all this, she sighed deeply.

   I didn't expect that to deal with a small [Teleportation] magic, I would have to use the magic at the bottom of the box to avoid it.

   Who is this traitor of the Eighth Religion relying on...

  Thinking of this, Flaro looked at the previous woman.

what…

   Flaro didn't know if it was because of his dazzling eyes. When he turned his eyes to the other party, he seemed to see the Holy Spirit holy emblem on the other party's chest flashing light.

   It’s just that he is still in the state of [Zero Entropy], and time is still static.

   There is no chance of a "flicker of light".

   Just when Flaro was wondering if he was wrong, a dark space door suddenly opened on the holy emblem of the Eighth Holy Spirit. Immediately, the big hand that had been tied with the old bandages stretched out from it, grabbed her, and pulled her into the space door.

   She didn't even have time to let out a scream, she passed through the kaleidoscope-like space and was thrown into an empty place.

   "I just said that I searched the whole palace and didn't see you. It turned out that I had already chatted with my fellow traveler."

   A slightly hoarse voice echoed not far away.

   "Sorry, the way I brought you here was a bit rude. To show my sincerity, you should sit on that throne first. At least, I admit that you are still the ruler of Ravenwood."

   Until this time, Flallo found himself in the main hall of the White House of Bone, in front of the Throne of Withered Glory.

   In front of him, a man with gray hair and silver eyes was looking down at him.