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

   Chapter 139 Epilogue: Funeral Song

   "Storm, stop..."

   On a slender and elegant hollowed-out tower, a woman in a long silver moon brocade dress and a phoenix badge on her chest muttered to herself while holding the guardrail.

   In her golden pupils, the crystal clear skyline of the Broken Sea is reflected.

  There are no thick dark clouds, no crazy storms, and no crows that come from nowhere.

   The weather was sunny and windy, and it looked perfect for sailing.

   And this is something that hasn’t happened in hundreds of years.

   subconsciously clenched the guardrail with both hands, and her already pale fingers became even paler.

   After a long, long time, she didn't come back to her senses until there was a voice behind her.

   "Lady Moon Shadow, the lord of Ys City initiated the Moon Wheel Meeting."

  A guard dressed in armor decorated with shredded tear crystal gems walked behind the elf woman, put his right fist on his left shoulder, lowered his head and said softly.

   Then the guard seemed to hear a sigh, but it must be his hallucination.

   Immediately, he heard the voice of the other party turning around, and then fell into silence.

   After waiting for a long time, he raised his head carefully and looked into the eyes of the "Queen of Shadows".

In 1764 of the golden calendar, as the last one was overthrown by the King of the Mist, Awazhou completely bid farewell to the system of kingship and entered the era of republic. The Lord of the Continent is responsible for the affairs of the entire Awa Continent.

   But the woman in front of her has been holding the status of the continent owner of Ava Continent since the conquest of Terra 800 years ago.

   Therefore, people call her "Shadow Queen" in private.

   Eight hundred years is long enough even for a high elf.

Although the physical age of the high elves is almost infinite, after five hundred reincarnations in winter and summer, they will choose to reincarnate in the sacred fire of the Temple of the Phoenix because they cannot bear the loss of their souls and the loss of their humanity. .

   And this lady in the moon shadow is said to have lived for more than a thousand years.

As the Phoenix Guard of the Continent Lord, he often had to face all kinds of terrifying things—weird spells, monstrous beasts, and sometimes even moon-level monsters—but he never felt that anything could compare to the eyes of Lady Moon Shadow. It made him even more uneasy.

   What kind of eyes are those, old, empty, indifferent...

  The years of more than a thousand years are grinding her soul little by little like a grinding disc, making her more ruthless and more efficient.

  The Phoenix Guards are the most powerful warriors, not only in strength, but also in will.

   But even they usually don't want to look at Ms. Moon Shadow too much - the long time reflected behind that look seems to suffocate them.

   Therefore, when the guard saw the tears in Lady Moon Shadow's eyes at this moment, he was stunned in place as if he had been petrified.

   "Vival, the storm has stopped..."

   Ms. Moon Shadow said softly, her tone still as emotionless as usual.

   The guard named Vival nodded reflexively, and then stammered:

   "Yes... yes lady, this is also the reason why the Lord of Ys City... wants to initiate the Moon Wheel Meeting."

   But the other party didn't pay attention to his words at all, and continued to speak softly to himself:

   "He finished his watch."

   she said as she walked towards the glass steps.

   "Next time, it's my turn to do it."

   Watching Lady Moon Shadow going down the stairs, Vival asked:

   "Ma'am, are you going to attend the Moon Wheel Meeting? The Tacoma Order will also send advisors this time..."

   Lady Moon Shadow's voice interrupted him.

   "The moon round meeting has been postponed until tomorrow, and today I'm going to sing a funeral song for an old friend of mine."

  …

   At the same time, in the tomb of the kings in Shirogane City, another powerful woman was standing in front of a white tomb with an umbrella.

  It was raining in the Platinum City today, and the guards in golden armor were vigilant around her like a statue, and the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the armor echoed rhythmically.

  Irene placed the daisy in her hand in front of her father's tombstone and straightened up.

   "As promised, the storm stopped."

   she said to the statue of her father.

   "I will, as promised, fulfill the 800-year-old wish of the Riel family... fulfill my destiny."

  A herald hurried into the cemetery to block the rain with his hands, and he was stopped by the golden-armored guard beside him.

   After careful inspection, body search, and magic detection, he was finally released.

   "Your Majesty, this is news from Blackwater Province and Emerald Province."

   The man half-kneeled in front of Irene, and handed out the urgent order that had applied the water avoidance technique in his hand.

  Irene nodded.

   But the moment she stretched out her hand to take the letter, the man suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a sharp arrow made of shadows from the depths of his throat.

  The arrow shot directly at Irene's throat like a black lightning bolt, but a hand made of pure shadow caught the arrow faster, and then dissipated together with the arrow.

   From beginning to end, Irene had a calm look on her face.

   "Black Sword."

   Irene said lightly.

The voice of    fell, and the shadow of the assassin stood up and strangled his neck.

   "The Assassin of the Broken Sword Brotherhood?"

   A voice echoed in the man's ear.

   The previously flawless expression on the man's face collapsed instantly, and he said with a distorted expression:

   "Black Sword? I bah! You deserve it too?"

   "So it's the Assassin of the Broken Sword Brotherhood, Your Majesty, please look away."

   said the voice that came from nowhere.

   With a "click", the man's shadow twisted his neck.

  Irene turned her head and didn't watch this scene, but still asked:

   "Why not leave him for interrogation?"

   The voice replied:

"Because just as no one can get our information from the mouths of the black swords, we also have no way to get their information from their mouths. Sorry... but your father was in distress when he misunderstood this point. of."

  Irene nodded.

   Broken Sword Brotherhood, the most dangerous assassination organization in the entire empire, they specifically target members of the royal family and the top leaders of the Church of the Holy Spirit. More than half of the royal family members who died abnormally in the past eight hundred years were assassinated by the Brotherhood of Broken Sword. Some people are even willing to believe that the remaining half is actually dead in their hands, but the means are more subtle.

As early as more than a month ago, Heijian discovered the clues of the Broken Sword Brotherhood's activities in Platinum City, so the entire huge spy department secretly launched a hunting activity, and today Irene came out to worship the ancestors. A network closing operation to remove the hidden danger of assassination.

   "What did he mean before he died? Why does he think you are unworthy?"

  Irene asked while opening the letter.

  Silence…

  Black Sword is the most loyal supporter of the Rael royal family. They have been responsible for protecting the safety of the last meter of the emperor since the time of Terra I. However, the organization with such an important mission has always been isolated from the entire imperial power system - no one knows the true size of the black sword, no one understands how the black sword works, and there is no way to inquire about their origin and history.

   Even the Emperor himself is only the black sword that has the power to order himself to guard himself.

   Although the members of the Black Sword who are responsible for protecting the emperor are not regularly rotated, because their usual presence is not even as strong as the air, and unless it is a crisis, they will never show up. So even the emperor is not very clear how often they rotate members. Sometimes Irene even thinks that there is only one person in the entire Black Sword, and the change of voice when chatting with him is just a deliberate disguise.

   It is even possible that the black sword that has guarded the safety of the Royal Family of Riel for the past 800 years is actually the same person.

   Irene's previous question was equivalent to talking about a topic related to the history of the Black Sword, so the other party didn't answer. And Irene was used to this for a long time, and she didn't ask, but looked at the two urgent messages.

  Assassins of the Brotherhood disguised themselves as heralds perfectly, these two dispatches are naturally true.

Irene first looked at the urgent letter from Cuiyu Province, which briefly explained that the promotion of the cultivation of grapes on the main grain land had fallen into a bottleneck. The envoys she sent hoped that the White House would allocate more resources to help Sen. The elves get through this difficult time.

   This matter was just sent by the way, and it’s not a matter of urgency. It will be fine to discuss it at the Senate meeting.

   What matters is the latter thing.

The fleet of the    Empire's Second Corps has been assembled at the White Goose Port in Emerald Province, while the fleets of the Fifth and Seventh Corps are gathering at the Green Water Port. The accompanying Platinum Circle and the War Mage Corps of the Star Council have built a stable portal, and the Holy Spirit Church's holy war army is also heading to Jade Province.

The military strength ratio between the Imperial Expeditionary Force and the Awa Continent Army is about five to one, and in terms of high-end combat power, the empire’s legendary powers are useless. The Star Council, the Platinum Circle, and the Holy Spirit Church are all sent out by themselves. Two god-level powerhouses participated in the battle.

  From the perspective of the book, this is a military force enough to level the entire Awa continent head-on.

   I just hope that such a disparate power balance can make the other side surrender earlier, and try to reduce the sacrifices of both sides...

  Put this letter down, Erin thought, and opened the blackwater dispatch.

   In contrast, the content of this letter is outrageous.

  Irene opened the letter and the first item was that the spread of the blight in the Blackwater Province had been delayed.

   This made her doubt reality.

   The Black Water Province, which was designated by the stars as the abandoned place for the sacrifices of the moon, can still alleviate the problem of blight in the year of starvation and rot?

   Can the dark gods among the stars be so merciful?

  Irene thought and read on.

   Compared with the next few pieces of content, the delay of the blight seems to be the most normal piece of information.

   Vincent, the former chief mage of the City of Thorns, regained control of the City of Thorns over the entire Blackwater Swamp area, and even many parts of the Nakuland area were re-controlled by him.

   It is said that he also bypassed the restrictions of the law of the stars and was promoted to the legendary realm. God knows how he did it.

   In addition, a Church of the Holy Spirit that does not rely on the Central Holy See is starting to re-missionary work with the City of Thorns as the center. The teachings used by those missionaries are extremely old, but the methods they use are very... blasphemous or vulgar?

  Although Irene does not consider herself a very devout believer, she will still take it very seriously and seriously when holding sacraments. After all, the Church of the Holy Spirit is to some extent the foundation of the empire.

   In the land of Blackwater Province, which is seriously lacking in the faith of the Holy Spirit, those new missionaries actually preached by giving out eggs and milk to the believers who attended the church?

   I don't know what the Patriarch's expression will be when he sees this news.

   And the next message is even more spooky.

   The Viper Star Lighthouse in Black Light City collapsed, and all the troops left by the Star Council lost contact there. Because the [Reverberation] spell was not activated, it was temporarily judged as a traitor by the council.

   For the first time in eight hundred years, the Star Lighthouse collapsed.

   If it weren't for the incident in Blackwater Province, the War Mage Legion in the hands of the Star Council might have been directly teleported there.

   Seeing this, although everything that happened above is extremely outrageous, Irene still feels that it is within the range that she can understand.

   But the last piece of information caused her thinking to be completely short-circuited.

   That has some strange rumors about the southern part of the Mourning Mountains.

   "Is this... mountains being submerged by storms and oceans literally? Or some fancy metaphor?"

  …

   Some tombs are built to remember, while others are just the opposite.

   For example, in Dragon's Breath Province, in a certain tomb deep in the Dragon's Back Mountains.

  In the past, Dragon's Breath Province was the seat of the Dark Iron Kingdom, where the kings used to build their tombs on high mountains, because they believed that closer to the sky, they could ascend to heaven faster.

   The people who make a living by robbing tombs in this place are undoubtedly the most difficult in the entire Vic Continent, because they not only have to deal with the endless anti-theft agencies, but also deal with the cliffs that will make themselves shattered if they are not careful.

Therefore, they also practiced the industry rule of "thieves don't go empty" to the extreme. After risking their lives to climb into a tomb, if they could not find the buried treasure, they would even carry the bones of the corpse on their back and sell them. To the Necromancer.

   But even the tomb robbers in Longxi Province, after entering this tomb, they can only go out empty-handed.

   There are no tombstones, no statues, or even a single recorded text here. There is only a black iron coffin that was cast and formed at one time, and it was still buried in the rubble.

   This coffin looks like it has a history of thousands of years. It is not so much a coffin as it is a rusted black sandwich iron block.

   However, one day, or to be more precise—the horn of Kane sounded, and the statue of the Holy Spirit trembled on the entire continent, the coffin trembled along with it.

   The tremor stopped abruptly, but a small trace was cracked on the black iron outer shell of the coffin.

  This small crack continued to widen and deepen for more than a month, until this day—the day when the storm in the Broken Sea ceased, it completely cracked.

   A human figure made of black mist rolled out from the coffin.

   He lay on the ground for another day and night before he regained consciousness, and it took another three days for him to get up again.

   He stumbled up and looked at the cracked black iron coffin.

   He knew there was only one reason for him to be awakened again.

  This means that his mission is about to begin again.

   "The Presiding Judge, William Kane..."

   He said in a singing voice.

   "This time, I will give you complete rest."

  …

  Morning Mountains, Black Crow Watch, Dawn Fortress.

   Some tombs are built for oblivion, while others are just the opposite.

  William, Black, and Cass stood in front of the dug pit, surrounded by a storm that seemed to never end.

   A group of crows circled in the sky, making a mournful neigh, like some kind of farewell song.

  William rubbed the judgment badge in his hand for a long time, and finally threw it into the grave.

The graveyard on both sides of the    automatically filled the grave pit, and William walked to the obsidian inscription without a word, holding a carving knife in his hand.

   He first engraved the serial number "Thirteen" and the name of Coles Jackdaws, and then pondered for a moment.

   Before that, he had thought many times about what kind of epitaph he would leave for Coles Jackdaw.

   But none of them satisfied him.

  William was definitely not appreciative of his choice, but neither was he hated.

   It's just that a thousand years of inertia made Coles too far to turn back, so if William had a chance to choose, he would do the same.

   He has no room for both, he can only do what he should do.

   In fact, William has the same attitude towards his choice.

   neither admire nor hate.

   But then, it was very troublesome to think about what to write on the epitaph.

   is neither compliment nor sarcasm.

   "Lord Judge, if you think..."

   Probably seeing William's tangled expression, Blake said.

   And William raised his hand.

   He suddenly recalled a Gothic poem he had read.

   In that poem, there is a raven who can only give one answer no matter what question it is asked.

  William suddenly felt that this was probably the most suitable epitaph for him.

   So he inscribed on the inscription:

   "Never again."

   (Volume 2: End of Crow Burial Song)

   Looking at the update time, I'm forced to rest, the end of 4900, today's update is here, please readers, please allow me to take another day off tomorrow, write the outline of the next volume, and start the update on the 15th.

   Then today or tomorrow will write an end-of-volume summary.

   (end of this chapter)