My Weakest Little Brother Has Become A Demon King After Being Sealed For 1000 Years

2022-04-04

Chapter 122 The Beacon of Hope

Coles understands that covering the heavens, shielding The crows of the sun did not appear because of their previous questioning.

Because as early as hundreds of years ago, Blake has lost the intellectual ability to understand language, no matter what he says to that lighthouse now, it will not cause any waves.

The reason why the other party had such a big reaction was because he finally stopped hiding the breath of soul fragments in his body.

And Father of Crows’ body instinctively longs for his soul to return to fullness, that’s all.

Thinking of this, Coles suddenly felt bored for a while.

What happened over the past thousand years has proved that his original choice was correct.

In this world, mortals are not qualified to control their own destiny, only the absolute powerhouse is qualified to choose the future direction and realize it. The presiding judge a thousand years ago proved it, and now the more powerful Void King proves it.

And handing over power to those mortals will end like this.

He especially wanted Blake to take a good look at what this so-called empire looks like now, and then hear what the other party thought about his choice back then.

If the tide of the undead of the rotten moon is awakened, then only one Blackwater Marsh can be sacrificed to create an immortal absolute powerhouse and maintain the rule of the Tribunal in the Vic continent until eternity.

But now, even at the cost of the entire continent being pulled to the Moon Realm, the Blackwater Marsh is barely preserved as a beacon of last hope.

He especially wanted to know if Blake would regret his hasty and impulsive choices when he knew this.

But no matter what he said, the other party could no longer answer his own questions. The crows in front of him who attacked him without reason were the best proof.

In just a few breaths, the crows converged into a terrifying storm that appeared in front of him, razor-like cold light flickering in it. Wails echoed from the curled crow feathers, and the eyes of countless scarlets stared at him.

But the black wings behind Coles only fluttered slightly, blowing the storm away.

In other words, it wasn’t to “blow away” the storm, but Coles used the authority from the soul fragments he had obtained to get back the power that originally belonged to him.

The crows were restored to a dark curse of despair, and then they were pulled into a thread and absorbed into their body. The body reshaped by the four Void Kings is like a container that can never be filled, greedily absorbing the power that should belong to him as early as a thousand years ago.

In the end, only about 1/4 of the crows were still circling between the sea and the sky, and they tried in vain to attack themselves again and again.

In response, Coles waved his wings to pull away from them, then raised one hand, and three bright silver arrays appeared on the surging sea at the same time.

In the next instant, three huge waterspouts erupted from the array, shrouding the remnant crows, and the sharp wind blades inside them twisted them into crow feathers and dissipated.

This is just an ordinary storm spell. If it is used in this world, it can only overturn a boat.

But in Moon Realm, in the wild place where all the fantasy that cannot be solidified into reality gathers, with the blessing of his Moon Realm essence, he can set off a scene like a joke that seems to destroy heaven extinguishing. Earth’s storm.

Using any spell in this world needs to be bounded by certain rules, and in Moon Realm, all powers are completely removed from disguise, revealing their true essence.

Here, shaping the world according to one’s own will is not just a metaphor for politics. For the existence of the high-level Moon Realm, this is more of a literal description.

After feeling the powerful force of his fingertips, Coles couldn’t help but sigh, and then he looked towards the lighthouse not far away.

“It’s time for me to get back what belongs to me.”

Coles said, flapping his wings and flying into the lighthouse.

As a beacon of hope shining on the sea of despair, this beacon should have been an inaccessible existence.

But for Coles, who already owns the three soul fragments of the owner of this place, entering the lighthouse is as easy as the owner returning home.

In contrast to the horrors of the never-ending storm on the sea of despair outside, the interior of this lighthouse is peaceful and peaceful.

The surrounding hall was lit by warm candles, and a huge obsidian round table was placed in the middle, and thirteen stone chairs were placed around the round table.

Coles turned his head, and the place he flew in just now was an adamantine door.

Although he hadn’t set foot there again in nearly a thousand years, Coles was able to recognize it in a split second. This was the scene in the Round Table at Twilight Fortress.

Of course, this is not the real round table hall, it is just a scene restored by the owner of Black Crow Hope based on his own memory.

The Beacon of Hope was originally the embodiment of the concept of “hope”.

In other words, for the former owner of Black Crow’s Watch, this place is the closest thing to the concept of “hope” in his mind.

On the stone chair marked with the number four behind the seat, Coles saw a tall man in pitch-black half-armor leaning on a large door-like sword in front of the table.

At this moment, he sat there quietly with his head lowered, without a trace of sound, two crows parked on his shoulders one by one, and kept threatening Coles. the hissing sound.

Coles ignored the two crows and did not go directly to the long dead man.

He sat down in his own seat with some emotion, and then put his hands on the cold obsidian round table, just like when they were in a meeting more than a thousand years ago.

There is no way for him to start ceremony right now, and it will take some time for the four Void Kings who support him to cross the sea of despair.

Therefore, he finally had some time to say a final goodbye to his once parted company.

“I said it when I failed to resurrect the Inquisitor with the Seed of Hope. In the future, sooner or later, the continent will reopen the use of Moon Realm’s power. After all, power is such a thing, If you don’t use it, others will use it. Only by taking this power in our own hands can we truly control the Moon Realm threat.”

Coles looked at the man’s wreckage and said.

“I can’t remember exactly what your answer was, but it was something like ‘just call them back again’ or something. Then at Holy Tomb, you refused to talk to me Let’s share the advice of the authority of the 14th Void King. In fact, when you first said that sentence, I should have expected this result.”

Coles said shock the head , pointing to the storm outside the door:

“Now let’s see, can we hit them back again?”

Blake’s wreckage sits like a sculpture There, motionless. Coles didn’t care, he glanced at the four shadows that were approaching outside the door and continued:

“Let me tell you the good news, the presiding judge has now returned. You are right about this matter, he will come back one day when the entire continent is in deep crisis again.”

Immediately he called the head:

” It’s a pity that he came back a little too late. Compared with the current strength, if the entire continent is tied to the war chariot by him in the future, I am afraid that even a trace of fire will not be saved in the end…”

His tone barely fell, and four silhouettes came in through the amalgam gate, and they sat down naturally on the stone chairs around the round table.

“Sorry to interrupt your old friend’s reminiscence, can we start now?”

asked one of the men, who was covered in some kind of oil-like black liquid road.

(End of this chapter)