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

   Chapter 128 Return to Dust

  William looked at Coles who had taken off his human disguise and revealed his Moon Realm essence—under its deep despair, a little bit of ethereal light of hope flickered.

  William had seen a similar scene.

   Was that 1,008 years ago, or just a few years ago?

   It probably depends on your perspective on things and your perception of time.

   All in all, there was once a presiding judge whose name was not William Kane. She led the members of the thirteen seats of judgement with a very different composition and came to a desolate moon realm.

   It is called Graycastle, and it is said to be the first lunar realm in the world.

   There was nothing there but gray dust. Anyone who steps in here will lose their color in it, showing a gray as if it has been burnt out.

   At that time, it was the end of the third war. The biggest invasions of the Moon Realm were repelled, and the whole world seemed to usher in a long-lost peace and tranquility.

   However, scattered moon monsters are still raging in this world, so the members of the tribunal scattered all over the continent and cooperated with the local lords to fight against the enemy. However, one day, their presiding judge called them to gather at the Twilight Fortress, and informed them that the final battle was about to begin - an opportunity to completely solve the crisis in the Moon Realm.

   So they followed the presiding judge to Greycastle.

There, they saw fourteen long pillars slowly rising up in the dust flying in the sky. At the top of each long pillar was a throne with a unique shape. Then, one after another figure appeared on the throne. .

  Different from the gray and white world around them, they all have extremely bright colors.

   Except for one that was empty, on each throne sat a king of nothingness.

   The Tribunal was surrounded and could not escape.

   One person asked the presiding judge in shock and anger why this was the case.

   Then he became the first sacrifice.

A giant with blood dripping from both hands and wrapped in dark red armor jumped down from the throne. He chopped off the man's head with a big brass serrated axe, and then made a deafening sound. roar.

   Then, around the presiding judge, her former companions were killed one by one.

  Some were strangled by spider silk, some were burned by fire, some were turned into a pool of pus, and some were drained of blood…

   A Void King took the life of a member of the Tribunal as a sacrifice.

   And every time a person died, the judge's gray body was dyed some colors.

   After all twelve members of the surrounding tribunal died, she completed her final transformation.

   White wings spread out from behind her, and her body almost turned into a light that symbolized hope.

   And in front of her chest appeared a deep and dark void, it was an abyss of despair.

  The last king of nothingness who did not take the sacrifices held a black and white crown in his hand, walked to her, and crowned her...

   And the form of Coles in front of him looks a bit like the opposite state of the archived character back then.

   Will choosing a different way of promotion lead to a difference in the final form?

   thought William.

   After completing the transformation, Coles said in a completely distorted voice:

   "Every second that I maintain this state, the compassion that I can reserve for this world will be reduced by one point, and in the future, there will be far fewer mortals on the entire continent who can be sheltered by lighthouses."

   It said, appeared in front of William like a ghost, raised its hand that turned into a claws and grabbed the latter's throat.

   "And all of this is caused by you!"

   Coles growled.

William raised the enchanted crystalline staff in his hand to block the blow, but the dark claws turned into smoke and passed through the staff, then solidified again in an instant, approaching his throat. .

   But just as the claws were about to slit William's throat, the gold ring in the shape of arms hugging on the ring finger of his right hand lit up.

  A pale golden phantom appeared behind William. It was a young woman whose face could not be seen clearly. She crossed her arms and wrapped around his neck from behind William. Under the protection of this golden phantom, Coles' pitch-black claws were completely unable to advance.

After    blocked this blow, William jumped backwards with the aid of the [Floating] spell. In mid-air, he swung the crystal spell medium in his hand like a sword, and a magic sword glowing with faint blue light was instantly formed from the spell medium.

  Then the sword cut off the hand that Coles grabbed towards him like a hot knife cutting butter.

   "The lady's guardian? I remembered, the seven Holy Spirit rings were still in your hands, right?!"

   Coles did not look at his cut off hand, but stared at the gradually fading golden shadow behind William.

   The answer is yes, and at this moment, the seven rings are all worn by himself.

   But William did not answer Coles' question.

   At this moment, he is in a state of extreme blood control in exchange for maximizing his spell power. In short, he is a glass cannon. Although he carries a lot of items that will prolong his life when he is fatally attacked, he always uses one less than one. The next time he uses it, he must be out of battle to recharge, or wait for a long cooldown.

   As if he was accidentally beaten into an invincible state just now, it’s better not to be too big.

   The hand that was cut off by William did not fall to the ground, but turned into a dozen pitch-black **** in mid-air, and then quickly attacked William from different directions.

  These small **** pulled out a huge gravitational force, and on the way they traveled, the ground was torn out of ravines, and even the orange clouds at dusk were slightly pulled by them.

   But in the next instant, a mirror emitting lake light appeared on the way of each pitch-black ball. At the same time, an equal number of mirror spaces appeared in all directions around Coles.

Coles didn't have time to control the gravity **** to stop, and the dozens of small **** slammed into the mirror space, and then flew out of the mirrors around Coles, hitting his master directly. on the body.

  In an instant, a violent but silent explosion emanated from there, and everything around it continued to collapse with Coles as the center. It and everything around it were rubbed into an irregular sphere and floated in mid-air.

   Then the sphere cracked inch by inch, and Coles turned it into powder in annoyance.

   But as soon as it appeared, more than a dozen phantom ring blades flying towards it at the same time.

  Kors immediately summoned several twisted black swords to intercept it, and the ring blade and the black sword kept colliding and annihilating in the air. But there were still several ring blades that passed through Coles' interception and were firmly attached to its body. Countless thick ink-like shadows erupted from the ring blade, constantly wrapping it inside.

  Coles showed his sharp claws and kept tearing at the shadows clinging to him, which made him not have time to pay attention to the situation on William's side.

   Seeing that he had temporarily controlled the opponent, William held the crystal staff in both hands and knocked heavily on the ground.

   With him as the center, a fiery red magic circle with a diameter of nearly fifty meters was outlined.

   Let’s end it with this blow.

   The pinnacle of fire spells [all but ashes and dust].

   (end of this chapter)