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 97

   Chapter 97 Crazy fooling the minister

   At the moment when he heard the crazy laughter, William flashed to the side of the tower guard.

   “Close your eyes.”

   he said succinctly.

“what?”

   The tower guard was completely unaware of what had happened, and just looked around at the billowing smoke and asked in horror:

   “Where do these laughter come from?”

  William didn’t talk nonsense with her anymore, and directly used the shadow spell [Darkness of Blindness] to temporarily blind her.

   “If you still want to keep yourself sane, don’t move until I unlock the blinding effect.”

   The sudden darkness made the tower guard panic for a moment. She was about to say what she was about to say when she heard William’s words, but the crazy laughter around her stopped abruptly at this moment.

   “Just now this is…”

   Before she could finish her question, a burst of even crazier laughter suddenly erupted. This time, the voice seemed to resound directly in his ears.

   A burst of madness from the depths of the heart was awakened along with this laughter, and restlessness and anxiety grew and spread in her heart. She opened her mouth to scream or shout something, but she could only pull out a hoarse, weak moan.

   Even the vision that was darkened due to the [Blind Darkness] blinding effect was applied, but the laughter turned colorful. The crazy colors like a kaleidoscope are constantly rotating, making her whole person seem to be pulled into a crazy vortex at any time…

   “Enough, Valk!”

   Just before she was about to fall completely into madness, a voice appeared like lightning across the night, and the terrifying laughter stopped abruptly.

  Walker?

  The tower guard who was pulled up from the mad quagmire by that voice, after hearing the name “Valke”, his first reaction was neither fear nor shock, but confusion.

   It’s not that she doesn’t know that this is the name of a mad fool.

   But the name is too far away from himself.

   In her mind, Valk should be a name that only exists in ancient books.

   He shouldn’t be able to let out a captivating laughter in his ears like he is now.

   Then, another question popped up in the mind of the tower guard.

  If the existence who laughed wildly just now was a mad fool, who would be the person beside her who dared to call her by her first name?

  …

   The dark smoke flows and forms, turning into a velvet-like curtain.

   Then frantic laughter came from all directions, as if they were in the theater right now.

  No, they are really in a theater right now.

  William looked around after blocking the vision of the tower guard with [Blind Darkness] and found that everything around him had changed.

  The originally small sealing room has become an incomparably spacious and luxurious theater, which can be called a splendid theater, and William and the tower guard are standing in the first row of the auditorium.

   There are three empty seats behind them, and around them are full of faceless people like window models.

   It is not quite right to say that it is a faceless person, after all, each of them has a mouth shaped like a crescent with a smile on their face.

   And that frantic laughter kept coming out of their mouths.

  William turned his eyes to the center of the stage coldly, and the surrounding audience stopped laughing at the moment when they cooperated.

  The curtain slowly receded to both sides, revealing a pitch-black stage. Suddenly a beam of spotlights came on, shining on the “manic” who turned gray.

   At this moment, it squatted in the center of the stage with its knees tucked, its head buried in its arms, and said nothing.

With a    “pop”, another spotlight hit the edge of the stage.

   A clown in an extremely complicated king costume appeared there. His face was heavily painted with oil make-up, and he wore an exaggerated clown hat with three scattered horns, each of which was hung with a jingling brass bell.

  The complicated costume is divided into two halves in the middle, the color of one half is extremely bright like an Impressionist painting, while the color of the other half is extremely monotonous like a sketch.

  The clown’s eyes have been widened like some kind of feline round eyes, and there is no doubt that his face has an exaggerated smile – so exaggerated that the corners of his mouth are almost pulled to the base of his ears.

   Valk, the jester of madness and folly.

   He symbolizes everything that transcends the constraints of rules and looks extreme in the eyes of ordinary people.

   At the same time, he is also the **** of comedy and tragedy, and his lunar realm is called the ecstasy theater.

  Valke held a crooked scepter in his hand at this time, and walked to the side of “manic” with funny steps.

   The demon general who was squatting on the ground raised his head and looked at his master with a bewildered expression.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

  Valke saw its demented expression, and he couldn’t help but burst into laughter while covering his stomach. He kept poking at each other with the scepter in his hand while laughing.

   The mad laughter of this Void King naturally echoed in the ears of everyone present, as if he was laughing wildly beside him.

   “Enough, Valk!”

   William said.

   For the Void Kings, their words and deeds, even if they do not deliberately use their own power, will have a huge spiritual impact on the people around them. In front of them, mortals whose spiritual power has not reached the level of the god’s realm will naturally be corroded and assimilated by the realm they symbolize.

  Although he has sealed the vision of the lampkeeper, if he lets the madness king of nothingness laugh like this, this woman will only have the expression of “crazy laughter” on her face in the future.

   Or just laughing wildly in this theater until you suffocate to death.

   Hearing William’s words, Valk’s laughter stopped immediately, he turned his head, and looked at the gray-haired man with feline-like eyes.

   In the next instant, his body quickly turned into a vortex, twisting and disappearing.

At the same time, a young man dressed as a gentleman turned around on the seat next to William. He was wearing a half purple and half gray suit, with a bowler hat on his head, holding a A cane of pure gold.

   His dress changed from an actor on stage to an audience offstage.

   As soon as he sat down, he slightly raised his hat and saluted William and said:

“Long time no see, Mr. Catastrophe, specifically, five months and fourteen days in one thousand and eight years. The fire you set in my theater before you left is really fresh in my memory. Your blessings, I also watched the most real “Burning of the Palace of Cassell” that day, but for this, I have to thank you very well.”

“you are welcome.”

  William replied calmly, as if he was talking to an old friend of his own, and he even sat down beside him after speaking.

   In William’s perception, they are still in that sealed room right now, and the mad fool next to him is just a phantom that penetrated some power through the moon crack of this star lighthouse, not even an incarnation.

   Therefore, rather than dispelling the other party directly, he was curious about what the other party wanted to talk to him about.

   After all, the previous “manic” said that Valk had long guessed that he would definitely come here.

   And if you count from the establishment of the Star Lighthouse, Valk may have known that he would come back as early as 800 years ago.

   “How did you know I’d be back?”

  William asked straight to the point.

   In response, the other party kept the exaggerated smile on his face and replied:

   “No no no, I’ve never really been sure if you’ll come back.”

   Then He continued:

“But a few years after you left, I made a bet with Billis. I bet you will come back before the end of the Platinum Era. He bet you not, and I bet you. The bet is two Eye.”

   He said, and with a smile he stretched his hand into the vortex of nothingness. As a woman’s screams came out from the vortex, when his hand was drawn back again, there were already two more pitch-black beads in the palm of his hand.

   He looked at William’s dull expression and said cheerfully:

   “To be honest, I’m at a disadvantage with this bet. After all, that spider has eight eyes, and I only have two.”

   “Fortunately I won.”

   (end of this chapter)