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 79

   Chapter 79 Substitute and congratulations

   Under William’s urging, Cass ran along the light first.

Along the way, he kept calming the anxiety in his heart, suppressing the tyranny that would come to his mind if he was not careful. He imagined that he was still just a mercenary of the Blackthorn Mercenary Group, and now he was just carrying out his mission as usual. .

   He passed through the bloated walking corpses that surrounded the church like a ghost. After a sword cut the barricade in front of him into two parts that were as clean as a mirror, he finally saw the source of the light.

   But at the same time he realized that he might be too late to save the two people who were at the feet of the monster.

  If you just run past.

unless…

   An impatient sense of urgency ran down his spine like an electric current.

   Hold back…

  What would you do if you were in the past?

   What would you do when you tried to save someone the sword couldn’t reach?

   Between the electric light and flint, he threw the sword in his hand in the direction of the light.

   The whirling tip of the sword pierced the space and drew out lightning. The sword flickered and jumped in the space many times, pierced the giant’s back in the blink of an eye, and sank deeply into its body.

“Roar!”

  The thorn-like electric pattern instantly climbed up the giant’s body, and the sores and fungi growing on it kept falling apart like debris in the flickering of the electric light.

   It turned around with a roar, and the countless tiny eyes on its face looked at Cass through the broken door.

The sword that was thrown was not enough to kill the family of the hungry and rotten lady known for their tenacious vitality. After the thunder on the winding sword was exhausted, the scars on its body like cracked porcelain immediately began to pour out new corruption. The bud-like flesh continued to wriggle and mend the wound.

   Except for the wound directly caused by Judgment Four.

   The wounds that have deeply destroyed the essence of their moon state have no chance of healing themselves.

   But the sword got stuck on the opponent.

   The monster roared and slammed into the ground with a punch, and a rotten aura penetrated into the ground.

Without waiting for Cass to react, the ground beneath his feet sank like a swamp, and the dark rot buried in the ground quickly spread to him along his calf, and every inch he climbed, there would be a part of it immediately. Congealed into a hard shell.

   But in just one breath, the decaying matter formed into a block and imprisoned him in place.

   The swollen walking corpses who had been rushing all the way and ignored him earlier, after he was imprisoned, surrounded him with three layers and three layers outside.

   Cass silently took down the black iron greatsword behind him, and then twisted the upper mechanism on the hilt, causing the runes on it to snap together.

   Before, the presiding judge erased the spell called [Dawn] on the sword and helped him re-engrave a flame-based rune spell on it.

“I specialize in the arts and have attainments in enchanting. I can’t compare to the enchanter Sibila in the trial seat. I can only say that I can still use it. But I engraved this spell on you just to find something for you. Inspiration, next time I have the opportunity, remember to try it in actual combat. I have fought against those authorities in Daemon Continent before, and I was very impressed by their development of authority. Now I think about it, it seems to be a bit similar to this spell. Like, so you try…”

   This is what the presiding judge said when he returned the sword to him.

   The presiding judge did not explicitly say what he wanted him to try, but only vaguely stated that it was just his conjecture.

The moment the    technique was activated, there was a burst of fiery heat on the sword, and sparks suddenly appeared in the surrounding air.

  The surroundings of Cass turned into a fiery red flame, and the rotten shell spread over his legs was instantly ignited and exploded.

   Then all the bloated walking corpses around him were set ablaze one by one, making a “crackling” burning sound.

   It was as if it was on fire all of a sudden.

   Cass, who did not know the specific effect of this spell, tentatively swung his sword forward.

Except for the few puffy walking corpses that were just within reach of the sword’s edge, the dozens of puffy walking corpses that stood between him and the broken gate were all cut into two pieces by this sword in the air. The mutilated body of the walking corpse was then set on fire along with the gates of the temple.

   A flaming sword-shaped phantom swung out with his sword.

  He looked up.

Not only the phantom of the sword, but at this moment, a phantom of a flame giant three or four meters high appeared behind him. It was wrapped in dark red armor, with bright red magma flowing in the gaps between the armors. The sword-shaped phantom that was burning with flames was held in its hands.

   With a single sword, all obstacles in front of him were purified by flames.

   This is the so-called “still usable” enchantment level?

  Although he was mentally prepared, this powerful force still made Cass speechless.

   The Lord Judge’s definition of the concept of “usable” is probably far from that of ordinary people.

   Hearing the staggering footsteps of the walking corpses behind him, Cas reflexively swung out a sword, and the flame giant phantom behind him also made a reflexive sword in line with his movements.

   The walking corpses behind him were also cut into two burning pieces by this sword.

   “I see, is this how you want to use it…”

   Seeing the phantom of the flame giant behind him that would move with his movements, Cass seemed to suddenly understand what the presiding judge meant.

The festering monster has now emerged from the temple. Every time it takes a step, the rot in the ground will grow wildly around it, and then climb up to the layers of condensation on its body, and finally form a similar Blood scab-like armor.

   After the two swords were swung out, the little magic power in the giant sword was consumed by this technique, and the flame giant phantom behind Cass gradually faded away.

   He fixed the black iron epee back to his back again, and then with one hand, the trial four, which had been inserted into the chest of the moon monster, penetrated the monster’s chest and flew back into his hand with a bang.

   This is the ability of Judgment Four itself, as a sword that symbolizes absolute loyalty, as long as his master needs, this sword can be returned to his own hands at any time.

  According to the presiding judge, this seems to be called “Knights don’t die with their bare hands”?

The Hundred-eyed Corruption Demon that was pierced through its chest erupted with a roar mixed with pain and anger. The eyes that were squirming like foam on its head then swirled and converged into a huge one-eyed, and then its pupils collapsed into a few stars. .

   In its one eye, there is a lake reflecting countless stars, and the afterimage of the end of all things constantly emerges on the lake.

  A pale and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the lake, holding up a rusted knight’s sword.

   And the Hundred-eyed Rot Demon stretched out his hand directly into his one-eyed and pulled out the sword.

   As soon as this rusted sword appeared in the world, the dark red aura began to permeate, and a pungent rust smell came over.

  The “crackling” burning flames on the swollen walking corpse around it came into contact with the dark red aura, and it weakened all of a sudden. After a few struggles, “Pumping” went out, leaving only dark red embers.

   Even the flames that symbolize destruction decayed under the breath of this sword.

After pulling out the sword, the Hundred-eyed Rot Demon raised his head and let out a long roar. It ran slowly at first, and then gradually increased its speed. It raised the knight’s sword in its hand and stabbed it, pointing directly at the swordsman who seemed very small and unusual in front of it. .

  The dark red rust aura also gushed out with this sword, as if it would corrode even his bones.

   But the sword stopped when it was five or six meters away from the opponent.

   A four-to-five-meter-long knight sword made entirely of bright silver lightning blocked it out of thin air.

   At this time, Cass just stood there and made a slashing action with a sword, and along with his action, the sword of lightning that was exactly the same as the Judgment Four swayed together, stopping the opponent’s movement.

  Behind Cass, a vague phantom was holding the sword of lightning, and made the exact same slashing action as him.

   Not far away, William looked at the phantom behind Cass and muttered unexpectedly:

   “I didn’t expect the idea of ​​a substitute to really work?”

  …

  Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the man who summoned a blurry phantom not far away to fight the hundred-eyed rot demon.

   The dark red rust breath and the silver-white thunder kept colliding and entangled, and from time to time violent explosions were emitted, causing the earthquake to tremble.

   Judging from her experience, that man is more dominant, and the monster is retreating steadily under the constant offensive of the opponent.

   survived…

   Thinking of this, Roy turned to look at the pale-skinned crow’s-eye man beside him.

   She hadn’t figured out what the **** was going on, why did that person just lift up the Holy Spirit disc to attract such strong reinforcements?

   Was the Church of the Holy Spirit not abandoning them completely? Or was it reinforcements sent by Vincent, who covered his ears and called himself “First Citizen” in the City of Thorns?

   Judging from the attire of the reinforcements and the skilled swordsmanship, the opponent does not seem to be a real magic caster.

   Could it be a magic swordsman?

   But she had never heard of a magic swordsman who could do such an attack.

   She planned to ask the prophet on the side to inquire about the situation, but when she turned around, she found that the man was not looking at the fierce battle not far away at all.

   His gaze crossed the battlefield where the dark red aura and the bright silver thunder were entangled, and looked at a few vague figures in the distance.

   “He came, the destined savior, the one who brought back hope for us, he has returned.”

  The Prophet changed his previous appearance of being calm and calm in the face of everything. At this moment, he trembled and said in an excited tone.

  Roy heard the words strangely and followed his gaze in that direction.

   Previously, she thought that the human figures were just bloated corpses wandering not far away, but when she narrowed her eyes to observe, she realized that they were normal people slowly walking towards them.

   was headed by a man in a shabby brown robe, and he was holding two children, and behind him was a tall, blond woman.

Um?

  Roy felt that the woman looked familiar.

   It wasn’t until they got closer that she knew why she thought the other person was familiar.

   Isn’t that woman the “Silver Blood Daughter” Nezemar who visited their sealed temple more than two months ago and asked them to cooperate with intelligence support?

   Is this really the reinforcement sent by the Holy Spirit Church?

  Roy subconsciously looked at Wurth whose vertebrae were broken into an upside-down V shape.

   So I thought wrong before? The church has not abandoned them?

   Is that man wielding a magic sword a member of the legendary Church’s strongest trump card “Devil Burial”?

   This power is indeed somewhat similar to the legendary ghost-burial mechanism Paladin.

   “No, they’re not members of the Church of the Holy Spirit.”

   Before Roy could ask, the crow’s-eye man beside him replied.

   At this moment, he also looked at Wurth, who had already died, and shook his head with some regret:

“Poor Wurth, before he died, he didn’t want to believe that he was abandoned on this land by the Church of the Holy Spirit. The Church will not come here to save you, they are cowardly and incompetent, they only dare to curl up in a safe place, Cover your eyes and convince yourself that the impending crisis doesn’t exist.”

   “Then who are they?”

   asked Roy.

   “Didn’t I just say it?”

   “The destined savior?”

  Roy felt that this was not a convincing answer, especially when there were holy relic collectors among those people.

   “Or I’ll put it another way, a name you’ve definitely heard of – the Doomsday Watcher.”

  The man said as if he was declaring something.

  Roy wasn’t sure if the other party was joking with him, but if it was a joke, then the other party was too lacking in humor.

   “You mean the one from a thousand years ago?”

  Roy asked tentatively.

   The man nodded.

   “But didn’t the Doomsday Watch dissolve after the first ascension of the Eighth Spirit?”

  There is no record of William Kane’s death in history. In the official history books of the Riel Empire, the day of William Kane’s disappearance was established as the First Ascension Day.

  The crow’s-eye man laughed.

   “So as soon as he comes back, the End Watcher comes back.”

   Recalling the sudden appearance of the icon not long ago, Roy seemed to have guessed who the “he” the other party wanted to say should be.

   “Shut!”

   “Dang chi…”

   Not far away, the sword composed of electric light cut off the hands of the Hundred Eyes Corruption Demon, and the rusted knight sword in its hand fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the phantom behind the magic swordsman slashed the monster’s head with a sharp swing of his sword, and the man withdrew the phantom behind the monster’s head when it fell to the ground, and then flickered to the In front of the head, a sword pierced into the monster’s eyes.

  The monster stopped completely after letting out a dying growl.

   “You mean… the Eighth Holy Spirit has really come?”

  Roy asked in disbelief as he watched the magic swordsman neatly solve the monster that the master magic caster was about to struggle with.

  The man did not answer, but quietly watched the vicissitudes of life man with gray hair coming towards him.

   When the other party was less than five meters away from him, he knelt down on one knee and held the Holy Spirit disc towards him with both hands.

   “According to the prophecy of the crows, I hereby offer a disc of the Holy Spirit to congratulate you on your return, and congratulations on the coming of judgment.”

   “The Presiding Judge, His Excellency William Kane.”

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