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 302 oracle

  Chapter 302 Oracle

   "So just go ahead and do it, no matter what the end result will be. I will start after your end, and today, it will all end."

  After listening to the presiding judge's words, Fulaluo and Wu Mu nodded with complicated expressions and left. Fullalo used the storm spell to support the two of them, and flew towards the Bone White House. Soon, they will be there to start the final judgment on the original sin of the forest elves, and on this timeline that has gone wrong for more than five thousand years.

  Looking at the white air trails left by them galloping past, William felt a feeling of heart palpitations that he had not seen for a long time.

  It was a kind of tension that permeated my heart, as well as vague fear.

   This feeling has only been felt twice since William came to this world.

   Once was when he killed someone with his own hands for the first time.

   David Orbis, William still remembers his name until now. A Lunar Evoker who used the lives of innocent students as a blood sacrifice to summon a shambler, a villain with countless blood debts in his hand, a sinner who should be killed at any level.

  Of course, William didn't think he had any problem killing such a wicked person, that was the judgment that person deserved. But what really made him nervous and even terrified at that time was that at the moment he killed that person, he discovered that he possessed transcendental power. The power of life and death.

   And is absolute power.

  In this era when the king of nothingness cannot come to the world in his real body, he who has kept a perfect file can do almost anything he wants.

   There is almost no power to constrain him to do whatever he wants.

  Although killing such an unforgivable sinner is legally and morally reasonable, what capacity does he use to carry out the trial and execution?

  In order to answer this question deep in his heart, he made a choice at that time.

  He announced the "death" of the man named "Zhou Mu" and the "rebirth" of the legendary "William Kane" through the death of the small character David Orbis.

  Through the recognition of the identity of "William Kane", he stabilized the erratic mentality after realizing that he possessed great power.

  The other time was when Black Crows looked at Coles.

  Even facing his former comrade-in-arms with swords, it did not shake William in any way.

  If the other party makes a mistake, it is a mistake, no matter how high-sounding the words are, it cannot be changed.

  But at that time, Coles's questioning of himself made him feel uneasy again.

   It is wrong for Coles to leave a reservation for the present world, but is his plan necessarily correct?

   Or, does he have the qualifications to guide the development of this world with his own will?

In the end, the answer William gave was very simple—whether he is qualified or not, but the Moon Realm and the Empire are definitely less qualified than himself. At the very least, he can kick out all those who are less qualified than himself before talking about it later. The problem.

  Although this answer did not fully answer the other party's doubts, William could continue to move forward without any confusion until the Empire and the Moon Realm were completely resolved.

  ...It was supposed to be like this, but things backfired. Now in Ravenwood, a new choice was placed before him.

  Are you really qualified to decide the present, future, and even past fate of a race?

   This is not a simple judgment of good and evil, nor is it a choice between simple efficiency and inefficiency.

  Countless civilians who are extremely innocent on a personal level will disappear forever because of their own decision. They haven't really done anything wrong, the only fault may be that they were born into this world.

   And after they are gone, no one will even remember that these people ever existed.

  Although William will not hesitate because of this, he will not give the superiors in the Moon Realm a chance to use this as a bargaining chip to demand a compromise from themselves. But after all, I still have to take responsibility for the choices I make.

   Some will be spiritual.

  The only thing I can do for these people is to tell everyone the truth before everything goes to destruction.

  Even this may hinder yourself.

  …

  William, who spread out his wide wings behind him, hovered in front of the bloated and corrupt "World Tree". Beside him, a contracted gargoyle carried Quill, who had been captured before.

   "What you said before, where is the headquarters of the Oak Council?"

  William asked with a flat expression on his face.

In fact, he was not interested in looking for those little guys from the Oak Council, but he had heard from Furallo before that the core of the "World Tree" here, just like the ones on the correct world line, was all controlled by the Oak Council. kept.

Previously, Jumara had "seriously" warned him that "don't" take out the source of the moon of the iron-hearted widow and put it together with the source of the moon buried in the "world tree" by the hungry lady to resonate. As a result, the timelines on both sides will be intertwined with short-term breakthrough obstacles.

   Therefore, William will naturally heed this warning.

   Quill trembled in the wind and pointed at the position below the body of the flesh puppet. To be precise, it leads to the underside of the pregnancy state of the deformed female "World Tree".

  As William had previously expected, if he wants to go to the core of the image of the mother goddess, then he must pass through the birth canal of the other party.

  Although it is only in a symbolic sense, it is really...

  Sighing with a livid face, William took out an ordinary straight sword from the storage space.

  Thinking about the good, I am acting alone this trip, at least no living person will know this.

  Thinking of this, William turned his head and glanced at Quill, who shivered suddenly for some reason.

  Before the other party was about to ask something, William said:

   "Lead the way."

  …

  The tree spirits in the dozens of sub-trees in the Holy Tree City also showed signs of pregnancy in their abdomens after devouring their offspring.

  That is the residual echo of the sound source of ancient mythology, imitating the behavior of the Mother Earth, making them also have part of the divinity of the Mother Earth.

  If such behaviors occurred in the distant Bronze Age, these tree spirits could be regarded as some authority figures with weak resonance.

  As for why the resonance intensity is weak, on the one hand, it is because the ritual reduction is low, and on the other hand, it is because too many individuals have completed the same ritual, resulting in a single authority being dispersed.

   But even though they are weak in power, their actual strength can reach the legendary level, and even with the blessing of the region, their combat power can surpass the level of magic casters in the realm of the gods.

  The tree spirits of more than a dozen trees in the Holy Tree City have completed their rituals one after another.

   And at this moment. In the center of the oak council hall, several respected elder-level druids were communicating about the current situation.

   "The person sent out before has completely lost contact. What's going on? Could it be that the person who destroyed the subtree earlier was really the crazy Fulalo?"

  One of the old men asked so.

  It can make such a mixed army completely disappear without even making a sound. In their impression, only Fullalor Kane in Ravenwood can do this.

"This is impossible. The Mother Goddess has told us through the oracle before that He has taken back all the blessings of that rebellious son. Now Fu Laluo is just an ordinary person. Don't talk about the ambassador of the empire, she is now Even the 'dogs' I raise can't handle..."

  Before the other druid, who was in his prime, finished speaking, a fly "buzzing" with a shining green light flew in.

  He bent an index finger to instruct the fly to stay at the position of his knuckles, and then stared at the fly that kept rubbing his head, the expression on his face gradually became ugly.

  Finally, the fly wiped his head off, and the man also shook his hand and said loudly in disbelief:

"This is impossible!"

  The people around were yelled at by him, and they cast their eyes here.

"What's wrong?"

"Fularo returned to the White House of Bone. Together with the Ebony who was imprisoned before, she killed all those who blocked them along the way, and sat on the Throne of Withered Glory again. Now she uses the array of spells on the Throne of Withered Glory, Completed control over the entire White House."

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately talked about it.

   "Apart from controlling the Bone White House, does she have other actions?"

  Ensuo, who was the leader, coughed lightly to silence the discussion around him, and then asked.

"I don't know, what can be confirmed at present is that she is gathering extremely huge magic power through the magic array all over the bone white house. And she is constantly releasing the familiars for sending orders, going to places near various subtrees and crowded places .”

   "What is she trying to do?"

   Enso frowned upon hearing this.

   Sending the messenger to go to a crowded place, is this trying to win the support of the people?

  A tyrant who ruled arbitrarily by his own strength, at this time to win the support of the people?

  Although he thought this idea was ridiculous, Enso didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

  The current actions of the Oak Council are all because they learned from the Mother Goddess that Fu Laluo will lose the oracle, so they dare to act. But now, the other party has regained the ability to cast spells. Does this mean that the Mother Earth has changed her mind again?

  Bearing this kind of anxiety, he didn't dare to speculate too much about the thoughts of the Mother Earth. So he walked to the end of the hall, before the dead baby held up by two branches, one withered and the other withered.

  The dead baby was covered with ringworm, ulceration and corruption all over his body, but only the area above the neck was intact and fair, and a pair of eyes like blue glass beads were staring blankly at the void.

   This is the core of the World Tree, the unborn child.

  Enso prayed in front of the dead baby and conveyed his doubts.

  He was so devout and focused that he didn't even hear the sound of explosions and screams coming from outside.

  After praying devoutly, he quickly got the answer like a loved one loved by the Mother Earth.

  The oracle of the Earth Mother echoed in his soul.

  + Wait until your blood stains the newborn's delivery room, and wait until two different destinies are intertwined here, the arrow of fate will pierce Fulalo's throat, and start a new era+

   But before he could think about what this sentence meant, the door of the hall behind him was blasted open by a huge force. Several guards who stayed outside the door flew in backwards and were directly embedded in the wall.

  A human with gray hair came in with a livid face, carrying Quill that he sent out earlier in one hand.

  (end of this chapter)