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

   Chapter 109 Storm Dream

   In the dream, she was driving an old ship into a storm with no end in sight.

   Fragile masts were snapped, tattered sails were blown over, stale decks were torn apart, and eventually the entire ship was ripped apart by the raging storm.

   And she, Erin Riel, the helmsman of this old, bloated, rotten ship, was lifted into the air by the storm, and then plunged into the deep sea with the whistling wind.

  The sea was full of pale corpses, and they stared at themselves with wide-eyed eyes that seemed to say, "It's all your fault."

   In the depths of the sea, a pair of huge dark wings slowly opened in front of her, and two blood-red eyes were wide open under the wings, staring at herself.

   In other words, staring at the illusory Crow Feather in his hands.

  Irene struggled to escape, but found that her hands and feet were entangled in countless transparent threads. Like a puppet being manipulated, he uncontrollably swam to the abyss deep in the sea, getting closer and closer to the man-devouring shadow...

   At the moment when she was about to be swallowed by that shadow, she screamed and broke free from this nightmare.

   And what terrified Irene was that when she woke up, she felt as if she could smell the salty smell of the sea.

  This is not a simple nightmare, there are too many obvious metaphors and hints in this dream…

   This was a thought that appeared in her mind after she calmed down.

As the supreme queen of the Riel Empire, her mental state has been under the most stringent protection—whether it is the platinum palace forbidden enchantment that has been continuously upgraded and iterated for thousands of years, or the platinum ring and the Holy Spirit Church specially configured for her The illusionist and exorcist priest. In the darkness of this seemingly peaceful bedroom on weekdays, countless protective measures are constantly operating day and night to ensure that all decisions she makes as the queen of the empire are made of her own will, not by magic and The bewitchment of demons.

   But this sudden nightmare...

   The alarm in the bedroom didn't sound, and even the screams he made when he woke up from a dream didn't cause any disturbance. This shows that something has silently bypassed all defensive measures, and implanted this hint or warning directly into his own spirit.

   There is only one existence in this world that can do this.

  The king of nothingness who holds the power of nightmares - Dawmara.

   He is warning himself not to give that soul fragment to the one who promises to calm the storm of the Broken Sea, or else that person will bring further disaster.

  A nihilistic king who often causes disasters in this world through nightmares, came to warn her of possible future disasters?

   That sounds like a joke that isn't funny.

   It was at this time that a soft knock on the door echoed in the bedroom.

   "Your Majesty the Queen, the leader of the crows asks to see you."

  …

  William spread out the finely drawn map of Blackwater Province, constantly marking it with the magic agent in his hand.

   And (former) the tower guard of the Viper Constellation Star Lighthouse in Black Light City, Julian stood nervously by the side, not knowing how to position it when he was cramped.

   It's no wonder that a legendary figure from a thousand years ago, the strongest magic caster who can chat and laugh with mad fools, appears in front of him so vividly, everyone will feel embarrassed.

   But at the moment Julian's mood is not just awkward.

   is more of a kind of excitement and excitement.

   Julian dreamed from a young age that he could climb to the highest peak of magic and win the crown of the gods.

   However, even though she is far superior to ordinary people in terms of background, talent, and effort, plus she has spent five years in retreat and practice in the Star Beacon, in the end, she is only able to break through the legendary realm. Even the most in-depth shadow spells she has studied are only to the extent that with the support of the Star Beacon, she can get a glimpse of the appearance of the eyes.

   This is actually a very normal thing, it would be better to say that she is already a gifted person to be able to go this far. After all, in the entire Star Council, there are only a handful of magic casters who can reach the level of God's Domain, and most of them have only crossed that realm in one or two domains.

   And the man in front of him is not only a pioneer of the modern magic system, but also the only recorded Divine Domain Mage who has studied all the thirteen spells to the pinnacle of Divine Domain.

   or it is not an exaggeration to call it the peak that a magic caster can reach.

  If even the star lighthouse can't help her step into that realm, then in this world, maybe only the man in front of her has the ability to guide her into...

   "One, two, three, four... If you want to choose the detonation position of the promotion ceremony, it is estimated that there are only these places..."

   When Julian was stunned, William marked several locations on the map, then he took a few steps back and then turned to the red-haired woman and said:

   "And the most dangerous place is here, so your task is to command the remaining military forces of Black Light City to control it... Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

"what?"

   Hearing William slightly raised his volume, Julian replied as if he had just woken up from a dream:

   "I'm listening... Guard Black Light City."

  William sighed and corrected:

   "It's not about guarding the Black Light City, it's about controlling the lunar rift that has been exposed."

  The Lunar Rift is not just a portal, but a transit point.

   Centered on the lunar rift, depending on the size of the lunar rift, there may be random lunar portals of different sizes in the surrounding tens to thousands of kilometers of land. In addition, the success rate of the Summoning Ceremony for the Moon Realm believers within this range will also skyrocket.

Except for the demon general or the incarnation of nothingness, the high-level moon-level monsters must enter the world through the moon-level rift, other low-level moon-level monsters usually enter the world through the portal near the moon-level rift. . It is precisely because of this that the invasion of the Moon Realm seems so unavoidable.

"I set some simple space seals over the rift, but because I don't have any materials that can completely seal the rift, for a long time, there will be moon monsters active in the entire western region of Nakuland. , by then your manpower is estimated to be scattered."

   William said.

   To this, Julian answered cautiously:

"That's not a problem, but sir, you have previously asked the logistics staff in the fortress area to withdraw to the southern part of the Mourning Mountains, and now we can't get in touch... After we have completely eliminated the Moon Realm believers in Black Light City, we must supplement the consumption. After the props, repairing the damaged weapons, and taking a rest, it is possible to let them leave the Black Light City to carry out the mission, look at this…”

  William replied without changing his face:

"I will let the logistics staff who are responsible for taking care of daily life and maintaining weapons and their families come back as soon as possible, but those alchemists and enchanters may have to delay... But since war mages don't need to rely on those enchanting consumables, you Just let them carry out their tasks first, and let the magic swordsman's troops stand by in the city."

   Julian was just about to ask in detail what was the reason for the delay, when the door of the war room suddenly opened.

  A young man with a dark blue lake light long sword on his waist, his body covered in blood, stepped in, he trembled half-kneeling to the two of them and said:

   "Sir, the headquarters of the Gift Sect has been destroyed by us, but Rudolph and several core members escaped under the cover of moon monsters."

   Julian asked in surprise:

   "Didn't I let Dennis lead the team, how could he miss?"

  Dennis, the president of the War Mage Society, is at the peak of the master level. If there is a promotion quota, it is expected to be promoted to the powerhouse of the legendary realm within three years.

   "Master Dennis was severely injured by Rudolph, the head of the Gift Sect, and is now healing in the Temple of Life."

   The youth holding the sword replied while suppressing the trembling in his voice.

   Then he continued:

   "Basically it can be confirmed that Rudolph has been promoted to the legendary level through the moon contract."

   Julian asked more suspiciously:

   "Since the opponent has been promoted to the legendary level, how could he possibly escape?"

There is a qualitative difference between the realm of    master and legend.

In the era of the Golden Calendar, people called those gods and heroes who had sworn oaths as "legends". In the era after the birth of classical magic, when the Tacoma Order demarcated the realm of magic singers, they used Able to reach the strength of the hero of the gods as the judgment standard of the legend.

  If Rudolph really reaches the legend, then he doesn't need to escape at all.

   "Because there is a..."

   He subconsciously glanced at the door behind him.

   Julian's eyes followed, and there was nothing there.

"have what?"

   asked Julian.

   William snapped his fingers, a ghost floating in mid-air, with countless painful howling souls collected in his cloak, and a ghost with an invisible sickle in his hand appeared there quietly.

   Cold sweat dripped down the face of the little brother holding the magic sword.

   "Before I went to the sealing room with you, I was worried that there would be an accident in the settlement operation, so I sent over to follow."

   William said.

   Julian didn't say anything for a while, just stared at the floating ghost with wide eyes. After a long time, she exclaimed:

   "Slay the ghost! This technique has been lost for more than 500 years!"

   (end of this chapter)