For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 107 Broken Crow

  Coles felt that he was sitting alone on the ancient throne, but at the same time, he felt that his consciousness was scattered in all directions, passing through the storm raging between the sky and the sea.

   This peculiar sense of detachment gave him a trance-like feeling that he was dreaming.

   But since he inherited the curse and became the immortal arakkoa, he has not dreamed for more than a thousand years.

   Crows passed through the storm one by one and converged on this reef in human form.

  Because those arakkoa are the existences that carry his curse, so everyone has the same face.

   Pale skin, thin face, charcoal black hair.

   Of course, there are also those amber-colored, crow-like pupils.

  Most people's hair was wet by the sea water, and strands stuck to their foreheads. But they didn't care at all, and after taking shape, they half-kneeled in front of the ancient throne in a neat and consistent manner.

   "Chief..."

   The Crowfeather Prophet, who was directly controlled to come here, looked at the broken man sitting on the ancient throne in front of him, and said with a complicated expression.

   This was the first time he really saw the leader of the crows.

  The crows are roughly divided into three levels: "feather, claws, and beaks". As far as he knows, only the highest-level "beak" is qualified to meet this legendary figure who is said to have lived for more than a thousand years.

   And since the previous "Beak" was killed by the guardian of the Star Lighthouse fifteen years ago, there has been no "Beak" that has been promoted to the legendary level within the crows.

  Before this, he never imagined that the mysterious and powerful leader would be this…

  +Broken and embarrassed look+

   The familiar voice of the soul appeared in his mind, which made the Ravenfeather Prophet bow his head involuntarily.

   Then, he heard a sound like a leaking bellows blowing from the throne in front of him.

   "If I wasn't like this, you wouldn't be born out of it."

   Coles' lowered head slowly lifted, and then he opened his cracked mouth and said.

  The Fourth Judgment caused Coles irreparable damage more than a thousand years ago, and after that, his body gradually began to be unable to withstand the severe arakkoa curse. In desperation, he had to constantly disperse the power of his own curse, and thus created the so-called "pseudo arowana".

   That is his sibling, his clone, his puppet.

   But even so, the deterioration of the curse inevitably continued to invade his body. A hundred years ago, his body had become completely fragmented, and he had to hide in this place and make his body quiet to maintain his existence.

   Therefore, all interference with the world can only be accomplished by manipulating the crows.

   Coles twisted his neck to look around the crows kneeling on this reef, and then said:

   "I called you here this time, because there is an important thing to announce, your Lord is about to be complete, and your destiny will be completely completed."

   No cheering, no applause, no screaming.

  The crows were silently listening to Coles’ words.

   Only one person had a different reaction

   "Lord Chief, I still don't understand why you asked me to come here directly. Obviously, Lord Judge, he has already obtained the piece of soul that was sealed in the mad box..."

  Crowfeather Prophet couldn't bear the doubts in his mind, so he asked directly.

   Coles turned his attention to him after hearing this.

   "Because of that piece of soul I can never get."

   so he answered, and continued:

   "You were not curious before, why did the star lighthouse in the constellation Viper know our action plan in advance fifteen years ago?"

  Crowfeather Prophet nodded subconsciously:

   "Could it be that there are crows..."

   Coles showed a weird smile on his face full of fine cracks, and then he said:

   "There can be no traitors, and no secrets leaked. The defensive measures at that time were strengthened only because the Mad Box suddenly became unstable, and the Star Council sent more people."

"The reason why Crazy Box became unstable is because someone behind it didn't want me to get that piece of soul. That's why I never tried to hit that star beacon again after that failure. "

   After realizing that it was the attitude of madly fooling the minister Valk, Coles never had any plans to take that piece of soul.

   But Coles' answer made Crowfeather Prophet even more confused, he asked suspiciously:

   "But didn't the leader ask me to assist Lord Inquisitor to collect the remaining soul fragments?"

The Prophet Crowfeather still remembered that after the epiphany of the Eighth Holy Spirit, the leader told him overnight that the Father of Crows had predicted the coming return of the great Judge and asked him to wait for him in the nearest Sealed Temple. , and assist him in retrieving the remaining soul fragments.

   Coles stood up from the throne full of barnacles with difficulty, and then staggered to the front of Crowfeather Prophet.

   With every step he took, there was a dangerous cracking sound.

  Crowfeather Prophet did not dare to look up, until Coles gently lifted him up slowly, and he looked at the other party's broken face.

   Then the man said:

   "You are right, so you were born from that moment."

   The hidden meaning in the other party's words made the Prophet Crowfeather feel extremely uneasy.

"What does it mean?"

  Crowfeather Prophet looked around in a panic.

  I don't know when, the eyes of all the arakkoa around turned to him, and the eyes of each of them were filled with the same emptiness and nothingness, as if each of them had no soul.

   "Reminisce, do you remember your old name?"

   Coles asked patiently.

"my name is…"

As soon as   Crowfeather Prophet opened his mouth, he felt that this memory seemed to be locked. Obviously it should be something that can be easily recalled, but at this moment, there was only a blank in my mind when I recalled the past.

   "After becoming arakkoa, we all have to give up our former names, so I..."

  Crowfeather Prophet replied with difficulty, but obviously, he couldn't convince himself of this.

   Looking back carefully, his memory seemed to be limited to the time he was locked in the dungeon of the Sealed Temple, and everything before that seemed to be shadowed by a thick layer of fog.

   Looking at the expression on the other side's face gradually becoming hopeless, Coles said slowly:

"This is an attempt. After all, I seem to have given up on creating a personality for my puppet more than 400 years ago. If it wasn't for the news of the judge's return from the Whispering Queen, I would probably never try again. Just once."

  In the beginning, when Coles created the "pseudo arakkoa", he also gave them complete personalities.

   But because these "pseudo Ravens" will inevitably come into contact with the existence of the father of the crows, and in the process, they are very easy to be obliterated by the father of the crows, resulting in the loss of their own power. So long ago, Coles gave up giving them personalities, and directly created puppets without self-awareness.

  Coles relied on these puppets to control the peripheral organization of the entire crow group, and this is the reason why no one on the mainland has been able to figure out the organizational structure of the crow group for so many years.

After    heard the other party's words, the Prophet Crowfeather asked with a dull expression:

   "But why?"

   He wasn't asking why Coles treated himself this way.

   After all, as a creature of the other party, he did not question his master's qualifications like this.

   But what he didn't understand was why this man named Coles Jackdaws betrayed the presiding judge he once regarded as a god.

   (end of this chapter)