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

2022-10-08

Flallo Kane once had a wish.

She wanted to travel through the forests of Ravenwood, to the end of the endless forest, to see the vast world beyond that.

It is said that in the north there is a vast plain made of yellow sand; it is said that there are rolling gray-brown hills in the east; it is said that in the west and south, the endless blue ocean will The land they are in is wrapped in their arms, as gentle as the Holy Tree Mother in their tribal mythology.

It is said that…

After Terra’s conquest, countless rumors of the outside world spread to Ravenwood. But the overwhelming majority forest elves… or, to put it pessimistically, almost all the forest elves except Flaro himself have no interest in those novel rumors.

They firmly believe that they are already in paradise – under the care of the Holy Tree mother and the wilderness father, there is absolutely no need for the forest elves to yearn for the world full of misery outside.

It is different from those of the forest elves who follow traditions and adhere to traditional beliefs. Flallo Kane often feels like she doesn’t belong here—perhaps because her adoptive parents are human, but she always feels like she may be by nature.

Since her surname is the same as that of the great explorer who stretched his footprints to the end of the world more than a thousand years ago. Then, she shouldn’t Confinement Within A Circle Drawn On The Ground and spend her whole life in this small place.

Sometimes he would feel that the whole of Ravenwood was like a nut shell that imprisoned his soul – no matter how he shouted, all he could hear was just an empty echo.

For this reason, she even tried to escape when she was a child, trying to cross this suffocating forest on foot.

Then, at the end of Ravenwood, she saw a view that no one would ever believe…

“Lord Duke, go further inside and you will see This is where the prisoners are being held.”

The hunchbacked jailer walked with a limping step, tremblingly inserting the bone key in his hand into the keyhole.

The old words sounded together with the rubbing sound of the door opening, causing Flaro to wake up from his daze.

“Is everyone locked up here?”

Frallo, who came back to his senses from his cluttered thoughts, asked immediately.

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but secretly complained about her immaturity—she should have forgotten those naive wishes and those futile attempts.

But what happened to her today, her words and deeds are not like her usual self.

Perhaps she should blame the oppressive and cramped environment in the green cell, which reminded her of the fact that she was also a caged bird.

“Yes, all the rebels you captured in the underground root system are inside… Of course, to exclude the dead ones, we have disposed of their bodies.”

The hunchbacked jailer turned around and answered, and solemnly handed the key into Flaro’s hands.

Not only that, seeing the other party’s movement of taking the key still has several points of absent-mindedness, the jailer couldn’t help but reminded:

“Lord Duke, please listen to me. Sentence… Please be careful after entering, the vines in the green prison stem from the Holy Tree mother’s instinct to return life to the mother’s body. Therefore, they will indiscriminately imprison those who do not hold the key, and please keep them in your hands The key.”

“Is that so?”

Flallo heard this looked towards the depths of the prison, which was an emerald green jungle composed of countless vines. Those rebels caught in the underground root system were all hung in midair like cocoons by the constant creeping vines.

Every one who was hung up had a shallow smile on his face, and he looked as stable as a baby held by his mother.

Looking at those people’s faces numb and happy smiling, for some reason Flaro felt a nameless anger in the depth of one’s soul.

“I understand, just wait at the door, I’ll call you again when I have other matters.”

At the moment of stepping into the depths of the green prison, he circled around. The vines wriggled around Flaro like snakes.

For a moment, perhaps just enough time to blink an eye, she saw those emerald vines as countless dancing fleshy tentacles—the whole green cell seemed to suddenly become some wriggling creature. the body of living creatures.

The gate of the green cell slowly closed behind her, and those terrifying visions disappeared. In this regard, Flaro didn’t say anything, she went straight to the “cocoon” in the middle of the green prison, and stabbed the bone key in her hand like a dagger into the vine that bound the man.

Vaguely, Flaro felt like he heard a high-pitched whine–but that’s an impossible thing to do, vines don’t have vocal organs, and those things don’t whine no matter how much you hurt them. Call.

But her attitude was as if she had seen the illusion before, and she also chose to ignore it.

The vine immediately pulled back like a pain, and threw the man who was entangled in the middle.

“Hobien Ebony…”

Before the man stood up, Flaro quietly opened the mouth and said:

” I seem to have forgotten some very important things, but my intuition tells me that those forgotten things may be related to the nonsense you said earlier. So, I want to listen to you again carefully… What is the world in your eyes? What does it look like?”

…………

The development team of “The Last Watcher” once held an online meeting with players. In the final Q&A session, Players with good things asked the main screenwriter of the game – which of the four endings of full moon, new moon, waning moon and lunar eclipse is the real ending of the developer’s mind.

There is no doubt that this is a very contentious issue. After all, because of the huge difference in the atmosphere between the several endings of the game itself, players often argue about which ending is more reasonable. This kind of question is like asking the author of a stock speculation article to clearly point out who the female number one in his mind is – even if the author really has a preferred object in his heart, he absolutely cannot say it.

At least not until the sequel.

Therefore, the screenwriter at the time gave an answer that sounded a lot like a mess.

“What you choose is your ending.”

At this moment, facing the three Void Kings in front of him, William felt another important aspect of this answer. meaning.

“The right of reprimand… As Elle said earlier, except for Him, almost all Void Kings regard this world as the ultimate prize of the huge game of Moon Realm. And the prize of this prize is The specific manifestation, or at least part of it, is the so-called ‘right to reprimand’?”

William asked.

Of course, he didn’t expect them to answer.

Since even Yair, who is willing to stand on the same side as himself, had to insist on being a riddleman on this issue, the three Goddess who stood on the side of their enemies had no reason to answer their own questions. question.

However…

“Yeah, you guessed it.”

The Hungry Lady, rotten to the point of scum, replied .

“The power of admonition, the power of choice over this world’s history, is also the true power of the Eighth Holy Spirit. No one but the mocker and the hollow one believes that power will be upon you. If It’s not that the Hollow One is willing to pay such a high price this time, and we may not speculate in this direction. Naturally…there will be no such attempt.”

“So what? Did the test succeed? “

A little surprised William asked back.

“It’s hard to say at the moment, because of your previous arrangement, you still have the possibility to return to another timeline. And once you have a choice, you will naturally be unable to give this piece of history to the split. Concluded into the only historical truth.”

So said the spider shadow hidden under the lake.

“So what?”

William asked, feeling a bit of unease.

“So, we have to cut off your probability of returning to another timeline.”

Bilice laughed “ha” and continued. :

“Simply put, kill all the cute subordinates who are responsible for pulling you back to that side of the timeline…”

A burst of “bang” It sounded, and the gates of the entire imperial embassy were shrouded in a mass of Fireballs.

The gate made of rock was instantly ignited by flames and gradually burned to ashes.

“Don’t even think about it.”

A blazing flame was reflected in his pupils, William coldly said.