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 217

   Chapter 217 Philosophy

   “When this is over, do you have any plans of your own?”

  After the end of the fierce battle, under the unpredictable gorgeous sky of the Moon Realm, William, who was cleaning the battlefield, suddenly asked the withered lich next to him, with his feet floating in the air.

   “Can you still be so optimistic when the gap between the enemy and us is so huge?”

   The lich who instructed the deceased to collect the remaining void dust after the dissipated moon monsters turned his head and replied to William with his empty eyes.

At that time, the seven disasters had just been removed, but because of the shaking of the foundation of the world, the shell of the world that protected the world became extremely unstable. environmental crisis” broke out.

   Anyone who knows the true intensity of this crisis will never be optimistic enough to consider things “after the crisis is resolved”.

   “Because of the disparity between the enemy and us, if we are not optimistic, some despair will eat away our souls first. I know too well what terrible choices will be made in the end by those who are truly in despair.”

   William replied.

   In response to the presiding judge’s answer, as the third seat of the trial seat, Neh, who has the name “Frost Witch”, pulled the few muscles on his face and showed a slightly bitter smile.

   Now, it is just a tentative attack by a king of nothingness, so that the already large-scale Watcher of the End feels overwhelmed. At the same time, many kingdoms on the Vic Continent are still fighting for those petty profits, knowing that the storm of destruction is coming. What’s more, he even suspected the delusions of the illusory kings, and openly spread the worship of the moon in the territory, and chose to fall to the camp of the moon.

   No matter how optimistic the presiding judge is, he should think less about more realistic issues.

   But, before a moment of silence, Neh answered:

“If… in the end, you can live until the Moon Crisis is resolved. You hope to return to the Holy Tree City in Ravenwood, and become a Druid priest who worships the ‘Little Mother’ again. Yes, you think even if It is possible to live to this time.”

   After all, in their culture, the forest elves who like the undead between life and death are absolutely likely to tolerate a lich as a sacrifice to the “little mother”.

  Nich said, stopped to control his undead, and then used ice crystals to freeze our corpse, and stored it out of his storage space.

  Like the necromancers I used to draw on the spot in battle, Nehe would choose his own undead as his commander. And keep these corpses well frozen before use, and regularly maintain these corpses with life spells, so that these corpses will be corrupted until they are released again when they are used again.

   That approach can be said to have completely abandoned the advantages of cheap raw materials for undead spells and easy to replenish in small amounts, and it is completely worth the loss. A few magic casters outside the Tribunal often complain about Nehe – so using undead spells is still like majoring in summoning spells.

   But William understood why the other party did that.

   Once a forest druid, who praised life and cycles, how could Neh be willing to endure continuing to awaken mortal corpses to spread corruption?

   Before finishing the work in hand, Neh sighed—even though I, now a lich, already need to breathe, I still retain the habits of the past.

   Then, I looked at William and said:

   “Little Presiding Judge, if you are lucky enough to survive to the front, can you ask you to do one thing?”

   “Before you die, please use the phylactery to resurrect you, but sprinkle your ashes on the feet of the World Tree.”

  …

  Before hearing the preconditions given by Ebony, William consciously stood up.

  I stared at this forest elf who lowered his head a few times, his face was ashen, and his tone was so serious that he said fiercely:

   “This phylactery… Where did he get it from?”

  Nich’s Phyllophant is the first quest in Neh’s personal quest line in the game.

A group of necromancers stole Neh’s phylactery, and thereby released the power that the necromancer of the peak of the gods was willing to use, committed a series of terrible crimes, and even almost brought out the undead of the rotten moon at the forefront Tide 2.0.

   At the very beginning of that mission, the tribunal destroyed this special necromancer association, and Neh’s phylactery was finally recovered.

   At this time, William as the player has no two choices: one is to return the phylactery to Neh, so that the other party will destroy the phylactery before that week and commit suicide, and complete his atonement in that way. Or, the player can throw the phylactery overseas without the knowledge of Neh, so that Neh will continue to live with guilt for the rest of his life.

  William at that time, because he hoped to see the court in chaos before the game started, so he chose the former before he was firm.

   In all fairness, if William knew at that time that he would travel to that world, I would definitely insult the other party’s will to choose the latter.

  Because of this, before he crossed over, out of the seventeen members of the tribunal, William felt that the person he was most righteous was Neh. At that time, my selfish choice out of collecting addiction made the other party continue to wander between guilt and joy.

So, before William learned that Neh was killed in battle with the Tacoma hundreds of years later, it was in the depths of my heart that I sentenced the oldest order of magical studies. death penalty.

There is no reason for the other party’s inexperience, there is no precious value in the research of that organization, and there is no possibility of the Takma Order becoming a partner of his own… Just because we killed Neh At that point, William made up his mind to completely destroy us, one is to stay.

   That kind of anger-like mentality is more or less derived from the regret and fullness of his original behavior, and William also said that it was too vague.

  After the phylactery is destroyed, if the lich’s body is destroyed, my will will be imprisoned outside this box, and I will experience the torture of eternal loneliness.

   Usually William tries his best to let himself think that Neh has been tortured like this for a few years, and that I will continue to be tortured for a few more years when the phylactery is almost likely to be recovered.

  The man behind him now told William that our men did not have Neh’s phylactery, how could William be so excited.

  The surging magic power accompanied William’s low mood, which naturally caused supernatural phenomena around me.

  The overflowing electric light flickered and flickered on William’s fingertips, making a crackling sound. At the same time, a large cyclone formed around me, blowing away the decorations of seven weeks. If it is an enchantment outside the temple that has no shielding flame attribute magic, it is said that the entire temple will burn out of thin air.

Ebony only felt that a majestic aura like a mountain spread out from under the slender human behind my eyes. This extremely safe feeling made me have tattoos of beasts and spirits attached to my body. activated.

This is a Senhan that crawled all the way along the spine to the front of the head. Ebony seems to hear the sound of the beast sharpening its minions when walking at night. It feels like the muscles of the whole body contract in an instant, the back is straight, and it is ready to fight or be ready at any time. Prepare to escape.

   How did you do it? The conditions that he offered should be good enough… Before he finished speaking, the other party directly finished singing the spell and planned to turn his face.

   The souls of several beasts ended up taking shape around my body, and the power of the World Tree was also connected to the outside of my etheric realm, filling my life force from source to source.

   Fighting with the listeners of “Little Mother” in the Holy Tree Little Mother Temple is an act of self-destruction no matter what. If Wumu let go of his hands and feet to fight, even if several weak people at the level of the gods join forces, there is still a way to defeat me, who has been blessed by the “little mother”.

   But I know why, my wild intuition tells Ebony that if the other party really does it with me, I have a small chance of dying in the end.

   “You ask again, where did he get this phylactery he said?”

   The terrifying woman behind her eyes completely saw the beasts and spirits around her, and asked again with a high voice.

   “Where did it come from, because of the confidentiality contract, you can say… Yes, as long as the thing is real, you will also care about the origin of the thing, right?”

   On top of the pressure from the other party, Ebony squeezed out the sentence.

   That sentence made William a little warmer and calmer. I restrained the magical phenomenon that was consciously caused by my emotions, and then took a deep breath and said:

   “Let me show you the promised rewards first, if these are true… You can let him sit on the throne of Holy Tree City after last week.”

   (end of this chapter)