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 277 chant and fall

   Chapter 277 Chanting and Falling

The   moon is like a hole in the night sky that has been broken open, and the existence that is surrounded by ominous black smoke seems to have passed through the hole and came to the world.

   She lives in the high sky, with an expression on her face like that of an arrogant superior, staring at the two uninvited guests above the earth, solemn and silent.

   Originated from the wild intuition of the beast spirits, and signaled Ebony to leave here with fear.

  “”

   The primitive emotion that emerged from the depths of his soul made Ebony subconsciously want to shout something, but what came out of his open mouth was still nothing but emptiness.

  The emptiness is as empty as the stars in the night sky.

   At the same time, Flaro, who was standing in front of him, had already raised the gorgeously-shaped spell agent in his hand.

   Like a swordsman raising his sword, she pointed the magic medium straight at the strange shadow floating in the sky under the shadow of the moon.

   Then, she froze in place with a shocked expression on her face.

The    uplifted spell agent didn't light up, the complicated spells didn't emerge, and even the magic power didn't flow.

  Because in this silence, she couldn't sing any spells.

   But...why is that?

   Seeing that his spells are like raindrops falling into the sea, there is no ripple. Flaro's eyes widened as he looked at the mysterious existence floating in the air, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

   Even in the silence of the wide area, Flaro, with her willpower as a divine domain mage, should be able to completely bypass the restriction of silence and successfully release spells.

  Magic power, spells, and chants—these are the three main elements for any modern magic to be effective.

   To cast even the simplest spells, all three are indispensable.

   Needless to say, magic and spells, if you want to cover reality with your personal thoughts and exercise the power of creation in a miniature version, you must have enough creative quality and enough precise drawings.

   And chant, which seems to be the most optional step, is the biggest test of a mage's will.

   Flaro's adoptive parents once taught her that chanting does not need to follow rigid rules, and there is no special logic - almost all the logic-related parts of spells have been encapsulated at the stage of spell construction.

The concept of    chanting originally originated from ancient prayers for gods, and then as a superstition that could not be eradicated in classical magic, it was reluctantly integrated into the system of modern magic.

   Now its real function is to stimulate the passion and emotions of the caster through the self-suggestion of language, making him/her believe that his/her will can override the framework of the world.

  Because of this, the content of the chant is never important. In addition to the keywords necessary for the trigger of the spell, the spells can actually be added, deleted and modified according to the personal preferences of different mages.

   Poems, prayers, arias, documents, and even the speeches of historical figures, as long as they can awaken their eager emotions in the chant, and thus demonstrate the strong intention of self-casting, the chant will be successful.

   Naturally, when a mage's will is strong to a certain extent, even if it is not through passionate language, but only through symbolic gestures, or even just emotional eyes or expressions, he can complete the "chanting" part.

   And Flaro is a powerful magic caster who has completely reached this level.

   She has already stepped into the realm of the gods, even in the realm of absolute silence where no sound can be made, at most, the strength of her spellcasting will only be slightly reduced.

   But in any case, it is absolutely impossible for her to be unable to release a complete spell as it is now.

  “”

   Feeling helpless and fearful for a long time, Flaro took a deep breath and once again pointed the magic agent in his hand at the strange existence in the sky.

Resonating with the vast number of souls, guiding and manipulating extremely large magic power, and constructing complex magic formulas in the etheric domain... After everything is ready, she once again tries to complete the final "chanting" with will, so that the spell follows Release at your own will...

   Silence.

  The spell faded, the magic power dissipated... Once again, this spell didn't even splash out the slightest splash.

   But this time, Flallo found out where the problem was.

   Not only all the sounds in the surrounding real world, but she found that even the heart sounds in her consciousness were completely silenced...

   When she was thinking, she couldn't even hear the voice of her own heart, but could only feel a mass of chaos intertwined with countless emotions... a feeling like a dye.

  The thinking of the mortal races in this world is based on language, and the biggest feature of language is its restraint - as long as the thinking is not turned into language, the thinking will surrender to the will and let the will knead and change. But once thinking is transformed into actual language, the will will instantly become the slave of language.

   And this is also the ultimate principle for "chanting" to be established - a language like a declaration, which constricts the infinitely chaotic thinking of mortals into the only action intention.

   However, in this space where the voice of the heart will be completely silenced, her intentions cannot be expressed, and therefore, the magic chant is also completely ineffective.

   figured this out, and despair climbed up her heart like maggots and began to devour.

   No matter who the mouthless woman is, she is definitely an out-and-out magic caster killer.

   As long as it is a magic caster, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating the opponent.

   Then the next thing to think about is, does the other party have any ill will towards them?

The answer to this question came very quickly—perhaps after admiring enough of Flaro’s embarrassment like a tiger whose claws had been plucked out, the other party slowly raised his left hand and pointed lazily at the mediator who was waving spells in vain. Duke of the Holy Tree.

  A jet of black smoke peeled off around the woman's body, and then silently condensed into arrows. The sickly moonlight reflected on the sharp serrated arrow, and almost instantly stabbed Flaro in the throat.

  “—”

  If it wasn't in this silent space, then this blow would probably have made a clanging sound like the clash of gold and iron.

He grabbed Flaro by the shoulders and dragged her behind him. His arms were covered with triangular scales, and those jet-black arrows were deflected by those scales, splashing little sparks; or It pierced through the cracks of the weak scales, and sputtered out blood flowers.

   In this quiet killing moment, the eyes of the two people intertwined. That is to say, in that moment of time, the two people completed all the communication through the staggered eyes.

   In the blink of an eye, Ebony replaced Flaro to face the quiet threat. The wild and ferocious aura began to linger around the ebony like a flame, and it had changed into amber eyes staring at the opponent's next move.

  The tattoos that contain the power of beasts and spirits continue to emerge from the ebony body, such as antlers, lion heads, snake scales, eagle feathers, wolf claws, crocodile tails...

  The power of the beast spirit does not rely on logic and language. They are only based on wildness and instinct from the depths of the soul, so they will not be invalidated by silence.

   On the other side, Flaro, who was dragged to the back, stood up a little embarrassedly. She leaned on the magic agent in her hand and also stared at the opponent's next move.

   The previous series of Ebony's movements seemed to surprise the mouthless woman suspended in midair. Her eyes swept back and forth between the two in front of her for a while, and then landed on the ground as lightly as a fallen leaf.

   The rich black smoke is like charcoal, leaving a clear trace in the sky along the trajectory of her falling. Then, with the welcoming gesture of her spreading her hands, she was torn in two behind her.

  Two strands of black smoke stretched behind her like two slender wings, and then began to condense into a feather-like blade.

  If it is normal, Flaro has at least nine ways to defend the blades that are about to be shot.

   She thought indignantly after trying to chanting magic again.

   It was also at this time that Ebony tilted her head slightly and glanced back at her.

   Flallo immediately understood what the other party meant.

   In fact, at the moment when the other party rescued him earlier, he had already expressed his meaning very clearly.

  I'll hold her, you go first.

  Frallo gritted his teeth slightly, gave the other party a hunting salute with a boxing chest, then turned around and ran.

   Although she didn't know how long the opponent would be able to deal with the opponent by using those beast spirits, she was still very clear about the reality that she could only hold back as a magic caster.

   Therefore, without much hesitation and entanglement, she immediately fled outside.

   There was no sound, no flashing light, only the constant airflow behind him showed the intensity of the battle.

In this way, at least one of the two can escape... If the silence of the other party must rely on the collapsed star lighthouse, then she just needs to run to a place where she can cast spells, and then send a safety signal to Ebony, maybe two Individuals can survive.

   Also at this time, without warning, a strong airflow blew from the sky.

  Frallo subconsciously stopped herself—this was a decision that saved her life.

   At the moment when she stopped, something came out of the sky, drawing an oblique line like a falling meteor and falling.

  Perhaps the "thing" flew too fast before, and after it fell, the thing did not stop immediately. Instead, he dragged the ground all the way and plowed the ground directly out of a ravine with an open flame. After breaking several trees with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, he finally stopped after breaking a solid rock.

   And all this happened silently, which made the whole thing even more absurd.

  The heat from the gully hit Flaro's face. If she just took one more step forward, she would have hit the "thing" that was comparable to [Meteorite] without any protection.

   Flaro, who escaped after the catastrophe, froze in place, not because she was afraid, but because she didn't have the slightest sense of it.

   Maybe it's because there is no sound effect, but she thinks it's because this thing is too outrageous.

   What is that "thing" that just fell into the past?

   Turned his head to look at the mountain where the smoke was still lingering, and suddenly, Flaro had a very absurd idea.

   She seemed to catch a glimpse of the "thing" in the shape of a person as she swiped past her eyes.

   Could it be that the person who fell down was a person?

   When using magic to fly at a high speed, it happened to be in this silent area, causing the flying magic to lose control and fall to death?

   (end of this chapter)