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

   Chapter 137 Sea of ​​Mountains

   Sigmons would never have believed that such a thing would happen if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.

   Earlier, the maintenance team of the entire fortress received an order from the presiding judge, requiring all personnel, valuable equipment, and documents to be transferred out of the southern part of the Mourning Mountains within half a day.

   This order is very abrupt, very firm, and there is no room for negotiation.

   "What to do with the things that can't be moved?"

  Sigmons asked suspiciously.

   Half a day is enough to transfer the enchanting table and some valuable raw materials, and more large-scale work equipment may not even have enough time to dismantle. In addition to this, the enchanting factory's pipeline, which had just been operating on the right track, will also be destroyed and messed up.

   "Then stay here, the key is to withdraw the people and the enchanting table. In addition, it may be necessary to prepare for re-purchasing and re-arrangement of equipment. Are these things archived?"

   The presiding judge just replied.

  Sigmons nodded, these presiding judges had previously instructed.

   In response, William nodded and said:

   "That's good, remember, people must all evacuate, and they must not stay here."

   The presiding judge turned to leave after emphasizing this solemnly, but Sigmons stopped him.

   "Lord Judge, so what is it that makes us all urgently evacuate?"

   he asked curiously.

   The presiding judge slowed down a little and said:

   "There may be a storm here later, and staying here may be life-threatening."

  Storm?

  Sigmons didn't quite understand what the presiding judge meant.

  Sorrows Mountains is inland, and although the environment is harsh, extreme weather is rare.

   Where can there be a storm here? At most it was a heavy rainstorm, right?

   That's what Sigmons thought at the time.

   Then, it turns out that his understanding of reality is still too superficial.

  …

  Sigmons was called out by his men in a makeshift tent.

   At that time, he was in a meeting with the new group of enchanters from Black Light City.

   I have to say that after dealing with the mages from the City of Thorns, he originally thought that he could endure the arrogance of the magic caster.

   But after communicating with the enchanters who once belonged to the Star Council, he felt that the mages from the City of Thorns could simply be described as "humility".

   After putting forward the relevant work requirements, Sigmons, who felt the too oppressive atmosphere at the venue, added with a smile:

   "Of course, if you have any questions about treatment..."

   But the representatives representing the Viper Tower Enchanting Association didn't even look at Sigmons. They turned their heads to look at the representatives from the Thorns City Mage Hall next to Sigmons. Among them, the young man in a white robe with the logo of the French Circle embroidered on his neckline said:

   "No offense, but... is this how you work here now? Let mortals be in charge of commanding magic casters?"

   The representative from the Mage Hall of Thorns City on the side looked at Sigmons with a very embarrassed expression on his face.

   "Excuse me... mortal?"

   The smile on Sigmons' face subsided immediately, he crossed his fingers and said solemnly.

  The representative of the Enchanting Association turned his attention to him.

   "What? Isn't it?"

   The other party replied with a contemptuous expression.

   Hearing this, Sigmons first pointed to himself, then pointed to the other party and said:

   "Of course I'm a mortal, but what about you who said this?"

  The most powerful magic caster in his knowledge, Lord Judge, still calls himself a mortal, so what qualifications does this person have to take him out of the category of mortals.

   Do you really consider yourself a magic caster and a higher race?

   looked at Sigmons' serious eyes, but the other party smiled disdainfully:

"Sorry, I'm not obliged to answer your stupid question. In addition, don't think that if you pay enough money, you can hire people from the Star Council to do things for you. When it comes to business related to magic, according to the customs of the French ring city, you At any rate, we have to send a magic caster of the same title to negotiate with each other, right? What about the 'Judge' who really hired us?"

The representative    said, as if inadvertently showed the master title badge on his robe.

   A gust of wind blew the entire makeshift tent to sway. After the wind stopped, Sigmons said:

   "I can call the shots on this matter."

   The other party shook his head and said:

   "No, you can't. We can't accept signing with a mortal..."

   Another gust of wind swept through, this time the entire tent seemed to be about to be blown apart, and Sigmons seemed to have heard the sound of something being blown away outside.

  The rain slammed on the tent, and it sounded like someone was pouring water on it with a bucket—Sigmons had never heard such a heavy rainstorm in his life.

The representative    raised his hand, and a dark brown magic circle emerged from his hand, and then turned into a dark light and diffused into the entire tent. The texture of the tent began to show a rock-like thick feeling. The sound of the tent being blown by the strong wind disappeared, and the sound of the rain became much duller. Everyone present at the moment felt as if they were hiding in a solid cave.

   After doing all this, the representative observed the expressions of Sigmons and his party, and said with some smugness:

   "So anyway, let's show the mysterious boss behind you. He is always working with a bunch of third-rate or not at all. It's hard not to make people think that he is actually just a rich second-rate mage..."

   But he couldn't finish his words, and a large amount of water was poured into the tent door. The representative of Heiguang City, who was sitting by the door, was instantly poured into a chicken.

   He was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly wiped the water off his face and said loudly:

   "What the **** is this weather?! Are we on a ship bound for Ava?"

   said, he spat out the water that flowed into his mouth along his cheek.

   "It's **** salty, are we really at sea now?"

   Before he could finish his words, a servant who was soaked hurriedly rushed into the tent. He ran to Sigmons and told him about the incredible things going on outside.

   "Waves? Storms? Are you sure you're talking about Mourning Mountains?"

  Sigmons looked at the entourage and asked.

   The other party just showed an expression of "you will understand at a glance".

   So Sigmons got up and walked out of the tent, looking towards the southern direction of the Mourning Mountains.

   Then he saw that scene…

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if anyone told him about it, he would have thought it was nonsense.

   Centered on the place of the previous fortress, layers of dark clouds covered most of the sky, and the biggest storm he had ever seen in his life raged under the dark clouds.

  Lightning kept flashing in the storm, and every time they lit up, a large flock of black crows flew in the storm, and in the middle of the storm, he seemed to see a dim lighthouse.

   And under that storm, the entire southern part of the Mourning Mountains was turned into a dark sea.

   This is not a metaphor or exaggeration, it is literally the ocean.

  The original mountains and forests have all disappeared, and there is only an ocean that is constantly swept up by storms and waves.

   It stands to reason that if the entire mountain range is turned into an ocean, the sea water will wash down directly, completely submerging the towns and tribes under the mountain, and even turning the entire eastern part of the Blackwater Marsh into a vast ocean. But the hundreds of millions of tons of sea water did seem to be bound by something, hovering on the edge of the mountain.

  Only when the storm is rolled up, will the waves overflow from that ocean and be washed out.

   And that's what Sigmons had previously thought of as "heavy rain."

   "Seven Spirits above..."

   "My star..."

   "The Holy Spirit Kane is above..."

  The crowd around saw this miraculous scene, and they all exclaimed in all kinds of exclamations, and they all prayed to the gods and holy spirits they believed in.

With a sound of   , a huge wave was swept up from the ocean by the storm and hit them.

   This wave seems to be dozens of meters high. If it is confirmed, the hundreds of people who are currently camping here will be swept away.

Several magic casters have raised their own magic intermediaries, desperately trying to stop the incomparable power of nature (?), while the rest choose useless prayers, or choose futile escape.

   And just at this critical moment, two figures appeared in front of this terrifying wave.

   The one wearing half-armor with black wings on his back raised his hand to calm the storm here, making the subsequent waves that were still brewing invisible.

   The one in the ragged robe waved the magic agent in his hand and pushed most of the huge wave back with an invisible force.

   And the rest was smashed into a rain curtain by him.

   A torrential rain drowned everyone present.

  However, the strange thing is that although everyone was soaked by the "rain", the surrounding ground and even everything else was dry.

   Not even a drop of water.

  Sigmons poked at the stunned representative of the Enchanting Association beside him and said:

   "Didn't you want to see the 'Judge' behind me earlier? The one who pushed the waves back just now."

   Thanks for pretending to be a gentleman. The helm of the reward, thank you boss! ! Boss is healthy! !

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   (end of this chapter)