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

2022-03-09

Chapter 64 Chapter 63 Kane Horn

“Crossing the Duke and mobilizing troops to evacuate the large Residents along the way from the cemetery to Thorn City, you must personally command the scene, and you must let the public see you. Then for the War Mage in the Mage Hall, you only need to notify the arrival, but remember to list the list of people who did not respond , they have the greatest probability of being contaminated with Moon Realm, and it will be easier to clean up afterwards…”

Before leaving, the man instructed himself in detail what to do next.

“It shouldn’t take long for me to solve the problem here, so it shouldn’t be the undead who will eventually get out of trouble. It shouldn’t be to the point where the situation gets out of control. Instead, you can make good use of this matter to create momentum for you, and by the way, sweep it away. Some obstacles…”

In response, he asked worriedly:

“Wait a minute, what if the Duke’s ceremony has been completed now, then he is a complete The…”

“The complete authority? Ah, this is not something you should worry about… By the way, you should take this first.”

He said, from Space A quaint horn with a seven-pointed star inscribed in the Crack was taken out.

Vincent looked towards the horn with a puzzled face, and explained to him:

“There is a wide-area spell to appease the undead inside, and he also accepts The blessing of the Seven Holy Spirit can make all undead within a certain range fall into complete silence. If there is something that you can’t solve in time, use it.”

The other party’s description of the effect of this horn, Vincent recalls some of the stories that are household names in the Blackwater Province, one of the many legends about how the tide of the dead on the rotten moon was stalled a thousand years ago.

Recalling that the man in front of him had previously called himself “the presiding judge”, and a very absurd possibility emerged in Vincent’s heart.

Immediately he suppressed his excitement and asked:

“Can I ask, what is the name of this horn?”

“Uh…”

William was silent for a while at this question.

This is actually a reward he got in a questline in the Church of Holy Spirit. A horn that has been blessed by seven Holy Spirits, you can choose to engrave a halo spell in it when you get it, and after blowing it, you can briefly release a halo effect that expands the range five times.

Because he was about to advance the “Tide of the Rotten Moon” quest line at that time, he chose the halo effect of [Place the Undead] without thinking.

Of course, in hindsight, it was really tasteless.

All in all, this item requires the player to name it himself, and William maintained his usual simple naming style and directly named the horn “Kane Horn”.

The taste of this name is the same as the lineage, which is numbered from 1 to 12 according to the time sequence obtained when naming the trial weapons.

“Kane Horn.”

William replied .

This answer caused an uproar in Vincent’s heart.

The legendary Holy Spirit horn that quelled the tide of the dead, the Kane Order has been searching for the sacred relic for eight hundred years…

“Then who are you?”

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William nodded and said:

“Yes, I am the owner of this horn.”

“Really…really, is that a real Kane horn? ? You’re the real Kane…”

Another voice exclaimed earlier than Vincent.

Nezmaar, who had just woken up beside her, just heard their last conversation, and, ignoring her powerless state at the moment, she stared at the quaint horn, trying to wrap her hands and feet together. She crawled out naked from the blanket.

“Cough…”

With the release of a [sleep] spell, Nezmaar stopped his movements and fell asleep quietly, William lightly coughed:

“You take her back to Rose Palace to assign tasks, I’ll go to Holy Tomb first, and I’ll talk about the rest. By the way, do you have any final words for Simon?”

This The question kept Vincent silent for a while, and finally he said:

“No.”

 …

Time goes back to the present.

Vincent, bishop and Nezmaar stood on the city wall of Thorn City, a line of fire extended from the city gate to the distance, which was for the emergency evacuation of the residents around Thorn City And lit road signs.

Under the escort of the black armored guards, the sparse escaped residents all around gradually gathered into a somewhat congested crowd, and entered the city through the gate under their feet with difficulty and slowness.

In the night in the direction of the cemetery not far away, a sea of densely packed and countless deep green Soul Fires is advancing slowly and firmly at the position of the city gate.

Occasionally, some of the more vigorously burning Soul Fire broke out of the “sea” and rushed to the position close to the residents’ fleeing team.

That’s a relatively high level of undead creatures that could no longer hold back their desire for the living, and rushed over first. But they will soon be sent back to sleep by the Magic Swordsman who is on guard around them.

Is this what William meant by “it’s not going to get out of hand”?

Watching the tide of undead that made his scalp tingle, Vincent thought.

But considering that the legendary man once subsided the tide of undead that was dozens or hundreds of times larger than this, maybe for him, this is the state of “not out of control”. .

“After all the residents have withdrawn, perform a saturated magic attack on the undead tide, and study the flame-type Master Level magic caster, who will be responsible for the most dense area.”

Thinking of this, Vincent turned back and said to the War Mage behind him.

Probably only one third person in the entire Mage Hall responded to his notification.

This ratio makes Vincent very uneasy.

“Master Vincent, but it’s not enough for us to destroy so many undead. You can see that there are almost tens of thousands…”

“Then they must all be wiped out here, or else when they are all dispersed, the surrounding villages and towns will probably not end the undead problem for several years. Now they gather in Together is our best chance.”

Vincent said decisively.

At the same time, the bishop standing beside him opened the mouth and said:

“It seems that the last residents will be overtaken, where are they? Over at Half Moon Mill?”

Amber rays of light were flowing in his eyes as he spoke.

Vincent hearing this also looked towards that direction, but because he is not a student of the transformation spell, he cannot use the [Eagle Eye Technique] to see what is happening so far away like a bishop.

“Inform the Magic Swordsman troops to cover them? Or open the Transmission Gate and take them over first?”

Behind Vincent, another wise man with the title of Master Level The Master Zhezuo asked.

Nezmaar shook the head, she stared at the Kane horn in Vincent’s hand and said:

“No, the Magic Swordsman troops are too far from there, there are so many others The undead gather together, and the strong undead magic will affect the stability of the Transmission Gate, so…”

She said brightly: “So I suggest giving that horn a try.”

Vincent slightly sighed.

Now he has some doubts about whether bishop and Nezmaar are actually acting as double reeds, just to let him try the horn’s authenticity.

After all, William Kane is back now, and after all, it needs a huge “Divine Vestige” to corroborate it before anyone believes it.

Otherwise it would be the same as those false enlighteners of the past.

But…

Vincent recalled the first words William told him before assigning him this series of jobs.

“Next, your mission is really only one, and that is to become a hero.”

Can an executioner like him still be a hero?

Vincent used [Teleport] with a wry smile, and as the electric light flickered, he came to the up ahead of the wave of undead.

The dust was flying, and the sound of skeletons crashing into a wave.

Faced with the unending tide of undead, he picked up the horn.

The distant sound of the horn seems to be echoing throughout the Blackwater Province,

At the moment, not only the undead in front of Vincent, including those wandering in the cemetery, all are stopped.

At the top of the city, Nezmaar nervously held Kane’s icon, staring at the location where Vincent teleported to.

As the distant horn sounded, the Kane icon in her hand suddenly trembled.

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