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

2022-04-15

Chapter 139 Epilogue: Funeral Song

“Storm, stop…”

On a slender and elegant hollowed-out tower, a woman in a long silver-moon brocade dress and a Phoenix badge pinned to her chest muttered to herself, holding a guardrail.

In her golden pupils, the crystal clear skyline of the Broken Sea is reflected.

No thick clouds, no wild storms, no crows coming out of nowhere.

A bright sun and a gentle breeze look perfect for sailing.

And this is something that hasn’t happened in hundreds of years.

Her hands subconsciously clenched the guardrail, her already pale fingers became even paler.

After a long time, she didn’t sobered up until there was a voice behind her.

“Lady Moon Shadow, the lord of Ys City initiated the Moon Wheel meeting.”

A guard dressed in armor decorated with finely divided tear crystal gems walked behind the elf woman , he put his right hand clenched fist on his left shoulder, lowered his head and said softly.

Then the guard seemed to hear a sigh, but it must be his hallucination.

Immediately, he heard the voice of the other party turning around, and then fell into silence.

After waiting for a long time, he carefully raised his head and looked towards the eyes of the “Queen of Shadows”.

In 1764 of the golden calendar, with the last one being overthrown by the King of the Mist, Awazhou completely bid farewell to the system of kingship and entered the era of republic. The seven free city-states will democratically elect their own City Lord. And between City Lords, a continent owner will be elected to be responsible for the affairs of the entire Awa continent.

But the woman in front of her has been holding the status of the continent owner of Ava Continent since the conquest of Terra 800 years ago.

So people call her “Shadow Queen” in private.

Eight hundred years is long enough even for a high elf.

Although the physical age of the high elves is almost infinite, after experiencing five hundred reincarnations in winter and summer, they will choose to devote themselves to Reincarnation in the Holy Fire of the Phoenix Temple.

The lady in front of her is said to have lived for over a thousand years.

As the Phoenix Guard of the Continent, he is often faced with all kinds of terrifying things – spooky spells, hideous beasts, and sometimes even the monsters of the Moon Realm – but he never He felt more uneasy than the look in Lady Moonshadow’s eyes.

What kind of eyes are those, old, empty, indifferent…

The years of more than a thousand years are grinding her soul little by little like a grinding disc, making her more ruthless and more efficient.

The Phoenix guards are the most powerful warriors, not only in strength, but also in will.

But even they usually don’t want to see Ms. Moon Shadow more often – the long time reflected behind that look seems to suffocate them.

Therefore, when the guard saw the tears in Ms. Moon Shadow’s eyes at this moment, he was stunned as if he had been petrified.

“Vival, the storm has stopped…”

Ms. Moonshadow said softly, her tone still as emotionless as usual.

The guard named Vival was nodded like a conditioned reflex, and then stammered:

“Yes… yes lady, this is also the City Lord of Ys… The reason for initiating the Moon Wheel meeting.”

But the other party ignored his words at all, but continued softly, each minding their own business:

“He completed his own business. Watch.”

She said as she walked towards the glass steps.

“It’s up to me to finish it up.”

Watching Ms. Moonshadow down the stairs, Vival asked:

“Ma’am, Are you going to the Moon Wheel meeting? The Tacoma Order will also send advisors this time…”

Ms. Moonshadow’s voice interrupted him.

“The Moon Wheel meeting has been postponed until tomorrow, and today I am going to sing a funeral song for an old friend of mine.”

 …

with At the same time, in the tomb of the kings in the city of platinum, another powerful woman was standing in front of a white tomb with an umbrella.

Today, it was raining in the Platinum City, and the Guard wearing golden armor was vigilant around her like a statue, and the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the armor echoed rhythmically.

Irene placed the daisy in her hand in front of her father’s tombstone and straightened up.

“As promised, the storm stopped,” she said to the statue of her father.

“I will, as promised, fulfill the Riel family’s 800-year long-cherished wish… fulfill my destiny.”

A herald hurried in to block the rain with his hands After entering the cemetery, he was stopped by the Golden Armor Guard beside him.

After careful examination, body search, and magic test, he was finally released.

“Queen Your Majesty, news from Blackwater Province and Emerald Province.”

The man half-kneeled in front of Irene and handed out the water-avoidance spell in his hand. urgent.

Irene nodded.

But the moment she extended the hand to take the letter, the man suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a sharp arrow made of shadows from the depths of his throat.

The arrow, like a black lightning, usually shot directly at Irene’s throat, but a hand made of pure shadow caught the arrow faster, and immediately carried the arrow with it. The arrows dissipated together.

From start to finish, Irene’s face was calm.

“Black Sword.”

Erin lightly saying.

The voice fell, and the shadow of the assassin stood up and strangled his neck.

“The assassin of the Broken Sword brother?”

A voice echoed in the man’s ear.

The expression on the man’s face, which had no weak spot before, collapsed instantly, and he said with a distorted expression:

“Black Sword? I bah! You deserve it too?”

“So this is the assassin of the Broken Sword brother, Your Majesty, please look away.”

The voice came from nowhere.

With a “click”, the man’s shadow twisted his neck.

Irene turned her head away from watching this scene, but still asked:

“Why not leave him for interrogation?”

The voice replied:

“Because just as no one can get our information from Black Sword’s mouth, we also have no way to get their information from their mouth. Sorry… but your father was Misunderstood about this and was in distress.”

Eileen nodded.

The Broken Sword Brother Society, the most dangerous assassination organization in the entire empire, targets members of the royal family and the top leaders of the Holy Spirit Church. More than half of the royal family members who died abnormally in the past 800 years were assassinated by the Broken Sword Brother Society. Some people are even willing to believe that the remaining half is actually dead in their hands, but the means are more subtle.

As early as more than a month ago, Black Sword found out that the Broken Sword brother would be active in Platinum City, so the entire huge spy department secretly launched a hunting activity, and today When Irene came out to worship her ancestors, it was a net closing operation to get rid of the hidden danger of assassination.

“What did he mean before he died? Why does he think you’re unworthy?”

Irene asked as she opened the letter.

Silence…

Black Sword are the most loyal supporters of the Riel royal family, and they have been responsible for protecting the emperor’s last metre since the days of Terra I. However, the organization with such an important mission has always been isolated from the entire imperial power system – no one knows the true size of the Black Sword, and no one understands how the Black Sword works, let alone their origin and history. .

Even the Emperor himself is only the Black Sword who has the power to order him to guard himself.

Although the Black Sword members responsible for protecting the Emperor don’t regularly rotate, because they usually don’t even have a strong presence, and they never show up unless it’s a crisis. So even the emperor is not very clear how often they rotate members. Sometimes Irene even thinks that there is only one person in the entire Black Sword, and the change of voice when chatting with him is just a deliberate disguise.

It is even possible that Black Sword, who has guarded the safety of Riel’s royal family for 800 years, is actually alone.

Eileen’s previous question was equivalent to a topic related to the history of Black Sword, so the other party didn’t answer. And Irene was used to this for a long time, and she didn’t ask, but looked towards the two urgent letters.

The assassin of the brother’s association is perfectly disguised as a messenger, so these two dispatches are naturally true.

Irene first looked towards the urgent letter from Emerald Province, which briefly explained that the promotion of replanting grapes on the staple food land had fallen into bottleneck, and the envoy she sent hoped that the White House would call More resources come down to help the forest elves through this difficult time.

This matter was just sent by the way, and it’s not a big deal. When the time comes, it’s better to discuss it at the Elder’s Council meeting.

It’s the last thing that matters.

The fleet of the Empire’s Second Army Regiment has assembled at White Goose Harbor, Emerald Province, while the fleet of the Fifth, Seventh Army Regiment is assembled at Green Water Harbor. The accompanying Platinum Circle and the Star Council’s War Mage Corps have built a stable Transmission Gate, and the Holy War Army of the Holy Spirit Church is also heading to Emerald Province.

The military strength ratio of the Imperial Expeditionary Force and the Awa Continent Army is about five to one, and in terms of high-end battle strength, the Legendary Domain powerhouse in the Empire is nothing, only Star Council, Platinum Circle and Holy Spirit Church each sent two Divine Domain level powerhouses to participate in the war.

On the books, this is a military force strong enough to smash the entire Awa continent head-on.

I just hope that such a disparate power balance can make the other side surrender earlier, and try to reduce the sacrifices on both sides…

Put down this letter, Irene thought to herself, and then opened Blackwater Dispatch in Province.

By contrast, the content of this letter is outrageous.

Eileen’s first line of opening the letter is that the spread of the blight in the Blackwater Province has been slowed down.

This made her a little suspicious of reality.

In Blackwater Province, the star-decreed place of the Moon Realm’s sacrifice abandonment, how can the blight problem be alleviated in a year of starvation and rot?

Are the dark gods among the stars so merciful?

Irene thought and read on.

Compared with the following content, it seems that the delay of the blight is the most normal piece of information.

Thorn City’s former chief mage, Vincent, has regained control of Thorn City’s entire Blackwater Marsh area, and even many parts of Nakuland have been re-controlled by him.

It is said that he also bypassed the restrictions of the Star Law and was promoted to the Legendary Domain. God knows how he did it.

Also, a Holy Spirit church that does not rely on the Central Holy See is starting a new missionary work centered on Thorn City, and the teachings used by the priests are extremely old, but they are used in a very… blasphemous or vulgar?

Although Irene does not consider herself a very devout believer, she will still take it very seriously and seriously on the occasion of the sacrament. After all, the Holy Spirit Church is also to some extent. It is the foundation of the empire.

In the land of Blackwater Province, which is seriously lacking in the Holy Spirit belief, those new missionary priests are actually preaching by distributing eggs and milk to worshippers?

I don’t know how the Patriarch would look when he saw the news.

And the next message is even more spooky.

The poisonous snake Star Lighthouse in black light city collapsed, and all the troops left by the Star Council there lost contact. Because the [Reverberation] spell has not been activated, it is temporarily judged as a traitor by the council.

For the first time in eight hundred years, the Star Lighthouse has collapsed.

If it hadn’t happened in the Blackwater Province, the Legion, the War Mage now in the hands of the Star Council, might have been teleported directly there.

Seeing this, although everything that happened above is extremely outrageous, Irene still feels that it is within the range that she can understand.

But the last piece of information made her thinking completely short-circuit.

That has some strange rumors about the sad mountain range south.

“Is this… the literal meaning of the mountain range being overwhelmed by storms and oceans? Or some fancy metaphor?”

…………

Some tombs are built to remember, while others are just the opposite.

For example, in Dragon’s Breath Province, in a certain tomb deep in the Dragon’s Back mountain range.

In the past, Dragon’s Breath was the seat of the Dark Iron Kingdom, where kings used to build their tombs on high mountains, because they believed that nearer to the sky would rise faster. into heaven.

The people who make a living by robbing tombs in this place are undoubtedly the most difficult in the entire Vic continent, because they not only have to deal with the endless anti-theft agencies, but also deal with the sheer who will make themselves shattered if they are not careful. cliffs and precipitous rock faces.

Therefore, they have also practiced the industry rule of “thieves don’t go empty” to the extreme. After climbing into a tomb at the risk of mortal danger, if they can’t find the buried treasure, they will even take the burial. The skeletons of the corpses were carried out and sold to the Necromancer.

But even the tomb robbers in Dragon’s Rest Province, after entering this tomb, they can only go out empty-handed.

There are no tombstones, no statues, or even a single recorded text here. There is only a black iron coffin that was cast and formed at one time, and it was still buried in the rubble.

This coffin looks like it is thousands of years old. It is not so much a coffin as it is a rusted black sandwich iron block.

However, one day, or to be more precise—the day when the horn of Kane sounded and the statue of Holy Spirit vibrated across the continent, the coffin trembled with it.

The tremor stopped abruptly after a short time, but a small mark was cracked on the black iron outer shell of the coffin.

This small crack continued to widen and deepen for more than a month, until this day—the day when the storm in the Broken Sea ceased, it was completely cracked.

A figure made of black mist rolled out from the coffin.

He lay on the ground for another day and one night before he regained consciousness, and it took another three days for him to get up again.

He stumbled to his feet, then looked towards the cracked black iron coffin.

He knew there was only one reason for him to be awakened again.

This means that his mission is about to begin again.

“Judge, William Kane…”

He said in a singing voice.

“This time, I will give you complete rest.”

…………

Mourning mountain range, Black Crow Watch, Fortress of Dawn.

Some tombs are built for oblivion, while others are just the opposite.

William, Blake and Cass stood in front of the dug pit, all around was a storm that seemed to never end.

The crows circled in the sky, making a mournful neigh, like some kind of farewell song.

William rubbed the judgment badge in his hand for a long time, and finally threw it into the grave.

The graveyard on both sides automatically filled the grave, and William walked to the obsidian inscription without a word, holding a carving knife in his hand.

He first engraved the serial number “Thirteen” and the name of Coles Jackdaw, and then pondered for a moment.

Before this, he had thought many times about what kind of epitaph he would leave for Coles Jackdaw.

But none of them satisfied him.

William definitely can’t be called admiring his choice, but not really hating it.

It’s just that the inertia of a thousand years has made Coles too far to turn back, so give William another chance to choose, and he will do the same.

He has no room for both, he can only do what he has to do.

In fact, William has the same attitude towards his choice.

Neither admire nor hate.

But then, thinking about what to write on the epitaph can be troublesome.

It will be neither compliment nor sarcasm.

“Lord Judge, if you think…”

Probably seeing William’s tangled expression, Blake opened the mouth and said.

And William raised his hand.

He suddenly recalled a Gothic poem he had read.

In that poem, there is a raven who will only give one answer no matter what question it is asked.

William suddenly felt that this was probably the most suitable epitaph for him.

So he inscribed on the inscription:

“Never return.”

(Second Volume: End of Crow Burial)

Looking at the update time, I am forced to rest. At the end of 4900, today’s update is here. Please allow me to take a day off tomorrow, and write the outline of the next volume. The update will start on the 15th.

Then write an end-of-volume summary today or tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)