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 291 inheritor

   Chapter 291 The Inheritor

  William's speech caused everyone present to fall into silence.

   Of course, different people have different reasons for keeping silent.

   For Ebony, who was in danger before, silence is a relief for the rest of his life.

   For Flaro, who suddenly lost his magic sense, the silence was because she didn't understand what happened to her body.

For the "web weaver" who had just stepped forward and was rarely ready to show off his skills, the silence was because he had figured out why, after a flaw in his own conspiracy network weaving, the Whispering Queen did not execute it, Instead, it gave it a "opportunity to prove its worth".

   Rather, he gave himself a "more creative way to die".

   As for Quill Wolfyan, he was silent because—

"Who are you?"

   Looking at the human mage who suddenly came out of the Canopy Temple, Quill was the first to break the silence.

   As a mortal, dare to be so arrogant? After the daughter of the forest lost the care of the Holy Tree Mother, she dared to say that he would care for her in the future?

  Quier's tone of voice was half-doubt, half-provocation.

  William was naturally too lazy to pay attention to such a small role, he walked slowly to Flaro's side, and the Duke of Sacred Tree also turned his face to look at himself at the same time.

   "Lord Judge, I just..."

"I know."

   William, who had already learned the problem from Dawmara, said in a relaxed tone.

   "I can't feel the magic filling my etheric domain, can I?"

   Flaro nodded in confusion.

   "Don't ignore my words! You..."

   Seeing that the two people in front of him didn't seem to take him seriously at all, Quill raised his tone in annoyance.

   As he spoke, he turned to the imperial ambassador beside him, and signaled the unfathomable stranger to take down the unfathomable magic caster.

   But never thought…

"shut up!"

   The imperial ambassador, who was always bossy and never polite to anyone, interrupted him with a trembling voice.

   Not only that, but the other party turned his head abruptly and stared at him with fierce eyes that revealed fear—as if he had just said something terrible.

  Quiere was about to open his mouth to say something, but found himself literally "shut up" at this moment.

   There were countless filamentous things sticking together between his upper and lower jaws, and the tightness made him feel that even if he tore his mouth to pieces, he couldn't separate them at all.

"Well?"

  Quier looked at the imperial ambassador, and while shocked, he also expressed his doubts with a simple syllable from his nose.

   On the other side, the ambassador's body was shaking like a sieve, and she looked at the unknown gray-haired magic caster with trembling. The latter just glanced at her and said casually:

   "You should know who I am, right?"

   If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, Quill would probably have felt that nodding wildly at this magnitude and frequency, he would have broken his neck directly.

   Is this biological structure still human?

   "Then you should understand that resistance is futile."

   Seeing the other side nod, the man said calmly.

"but…"

   "Equally futile to run away or pray."

  The unknown man continued, and then his face suddenly showed a contemptuous expression that was half-smiling.

   "But maybe you can get yourself a reason why I don't draw my sword...if you can all keep quiet next."

   Almost at the moment when the man finished saying those words, the Wild Hunters, who had been roaring in a low voice behind Quill, fell silent in an instant.

   Even if Quill didn't look back, he knew that those people must be the same as himself, with their upper and lower jaws glued together.

   Can make the imperial ambassador so fearful, who is this person? Royals of the Empire?

  …

   After a few words made the other party completely quiet, William looked at Flaro again and said:

   "What you said earlier solved one of my doubts, that is, how did you forcibly advance to the level of God's Domain under the blockade of the laws of the stars?"

   As a forest elf, even if Flaro has a pair of adoptive parents with a background of platinum circle, it is absolutely impossible for him to be promoted to the Mage of the Divine Realm from the hands of the Star Council.

   "I remember I was through..."

  Frallo frowned and thought, but after rummaging through his memories, he still found nothing... Obviously, such an important thing should never be forgotten by himself.

   struggled again and again and found that he could not recall any pictures, Flaro said very firmly:

   "But my source of magic is indeed from the astral world."

   In this regard, William shook his head regretfully:

   "Your magic comes from the 'rod', not the 'coin'."

   In order to make the truth appear more acceptable when it is told, William deliberately used the terms of the classical magic system that has long been eliminated.

  In the classical magic system of the High Elf, the path of obtaining magic power or in other words, creating quality is divided into three paths. Its symbols are coins, swords and rods. "Coin" represents the communication between the astral world, and the magic power that has not yet been solidified into reality is used as the material for change; "sword" represents the communication of the moon realm, and the power that reflects the thoughts of countless mortals is turned into a weapon that can be held, or it may also be a countermeasure. Come here...and the "rod" means to control others as one's own fuelwood, and gain change by burning the mortal's initiative.

  Under the education of his adoptive parents, Flaro, who has excellent knowledge of magic, understood the meaning of William's words almost instantly.

   But she couldn't admit it at all.

How could    be a heretic mage who burns the souls of others as fuelwood?

   She is clearly able to communicate the magic of the astral world...

   "That's just an illusion."

   At a glance, he could see through what the other party was thinking, William said directly.

   "Illusion?"

   Flaro looked at William in confusion.

"I also just wanted to understand after I got the clue. Your master 'Neh', he was actually a Lich who was transformed into a Lich in an accident, and he was also directly promoted to... Cough , I mean directly promoted to the realm of the gods. Before that, he was just an ordinary forest druid, completely out of line with the modern magic system."

The game's best wasteland route - after completing the novice quest to activate Twilight View, the player can take a powerful story NPC to Rivenwood, where he rescues Neh, who has just been converted into a lich by the Necromancer, to This is the only teammate who has reached level 80 in the early game.

  Although before completing the task of "Rebuilding the Mage Guild", Nehe, as a magic caster, cannot learn any spells, and will refuse to kill any living people because of his own beliefs. But the panel attributes brought by his high level, and the powerful racial talent of the lich, can be called the **** of war in the early stage, the elder brother of the wasteland, and the model worker who works overtime.

And this is also why Nehe will be the third seat of the tribunal - in addition to William as the presiding judge, and Dewey, the second seat of the Lord of the Dusk Fortress, it is the time when the frost witch Nehe joins the End Watcher The earliest, the oldest.

   Recalling the early stage of the game, he helped himself kill Neh who passed through many difficult dungeon dungeons, William smoothed the smile on the corner of his mouth and continued:

"After Neh became a lich, the scale of his magic power directly soared to the realm of the gods. But before he systematically learned magic, he could not safely control his power. He inherited his legacy and used the same conversion ritual to become a witch. You demon, in theory, it should be the same."

  William's words made Flaro think of a terrible possibility. She widened her eyes and said:

   "What do you mean? Mr. Neh is also..."

  William nodded.

"Neh, he had the magic scale of God's Domain level from the beginning, but at that time he was unwilling to accept his talent. It was not until the Mage Guild he joined later that he started to learn magic again as an apprentice, and gradually reached the level of magic. later achievements."

  William remembered that after starting the plot line of the Mage Guild, Neh would leave the team for a long period of time to study in the academy, but during that time there was no level one level change.

   Originally thought it was just a patch for the game to balance the difficulty of the early game, but at this moment, William unexpectedly got a reasonable explanation...

  In the early days, Neh was reluctant to study and use magic because he knew, or at least vaguely aware of the truth that he possessed divine domain-level magic power—that magic power did not come from the astral world, but from using the souls of the same family as fuelwood.

   In this way, his later self-abuse-like guilt and his morbid obsession with Ravenwood Forest can also be explained.

  So, about those teammates who used to be hidden under those texts and branching plots, how much of their true thoughts are they still unaware of?

   A touch of melancholy filled William's heart. He sighed and looked at Flaro and continued:

   "I think your adoptive parents probably just...don't want you to discover the truth about the source of your magic power, and give you the illusion of being able to communicate with the astral world."

   "Then am I not just a... joke?"

   Flaro's expression was a little lost - her power never belonged to her at all, but from the remains of those she swore to protect.

"no."

  William made a brief but powerful denial, then continued:

"Neh is not, so neither are you. The real jokes are those so-called gods who think they can control your destiny. Even if he can cut off your source of magic, he can't take away your strong will to cast spells, nor will he take away your strong will to cast spells. Don't follow the countless spells you have studied. It's just to rebuild the magic path with the star realm. After that, as long as you come to the Dawn Fortress, it won't take long with your talent to use the astrolabe to truly step into the realm of the realm of the gods. As for now If I want to find a substitute for the magic flow of God’s Domain level, I have as much as I want here.”

   William said, and took out several dazzling soul storage crystals from the storage space, as well as several bottles of radiant potions.

  According to William's recovery speed after reaching full level, as long as certain limit situations are excluded, he basically does not use any props or potions to restore magic power. But in order to improve his proficiency in alchemy and enchanting, he also accumulated a lot of recovery items, all of which are still in the consumables column of the storage space to eat ashes.

   Now is a good time to take this opportunity to clear the stock.

  Thinking of this, William turned to the weaver and said:

   "I'll give you a chance to survive. If I don't take action, you can run now. It's your ability to run away."

   Immediately, William didn't care about the web weaver who was jumping like a madman and running away in the woods. Instead, he threw the things in his hand to Flaro.

   "You should know how to use it, right? Ah, it's good to know. Everyone else can be killed, but the web weaver is troublesome to bring back alive. Well, yes, he is the imperial ambassador in your eyes."

   "There is no reason. If you are Neh's successor, I believe you will be able to do it."

   (end of this chapter)