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

   Chapter 153 Bloodbath and Medium

  The door was opened, and a gloomy aura permeated the entire conference room.

   "Liliana", who was escorted behind the team, stared coldly at the upcoming farce.

  The captain of the Black Guard of Thorns saw the situation outside the door, and without saying a word, reached out and touched the sword on his waist. Although his movements are extremely agile, those outside the door are faster. A pale yellow ball of light quickly sank into his body, and in an instant, he fell straight down as if all his strength had been drained.

  According to the regulations, non-court guards are not allowed to wear enchanted armor in the Rose Palace. The captain of the guard is only wearing a simple set of ritual armor, so he was knocked down by the opponent using [Paralysis] as soon as he met.

   After the Captain of the Guard fell, the War Mage who had defected from the Mage Hall and the remaining high-ranking members of the Gift Sect filed in and "controlled" the entire conference room.

The courtiers sitting beside the long table didn't have time to do anything, and Vincent, who had expected it at the end of the long table, had a flash of lightning in his hand, held a blue staff, and got up and assumed a fighting stance. .

Seeing this, the Minister of Spy and the Minister of Finance showed a stupid expression of "You didn't guess it was me, right?" and stood up, while they explained how they secretly sent these combat powers from the secret passage of the Rose Palace. Coming in, he slowly paced to the side of the uninvited guests outside the door.

   They don't know at all that the secret passages in the entire City of Thorns have already been controlled by the Sanctuary of Punishment, and the secret passage they used was specially reserved for them by the Sanctuary of Punishment.

  After explaining the "seamless" plan, the two of them began to hypocritically talk about the standard cliché of "if you turn your back on your side and surrender with courtesy, you will still not lose your title of title".

  Vincent ignored the nonsense of the two people, but looked at the courtiers of the remaining four imperial councils around and said:

   "So what? Which side are you going to stand on?"

  Vincent knew the news that the two courtiers betrayed him through the death ghost arranged by William a long time ago. And one of the main reasons why he has not taken the initiative is that he hopes to confirm the loyalty of others in the Imperial Council to him.

   His words instantly calmed the conference room.

   In this tense atmosphere, except for the captain of the guard who had been brought down before, everyone else quickly made their own choices. The Chief of the Mage Hall and the Minister of Grain Industry, who were promoted by Vincent, got up and walked behind him without saying a word. The Chief Executive hesitated for a while, and finally chose to walk across. The Minister of Justice has been sitting at the conference table to show own neutrality.

   The previous process is over, the next step should be to use Liliana as the last chip to force the opponent to surrender...

   William, who controls Liliana's mirror, thought.

   "Lord Vincent, we respect your noble character very much. But even for your daughter, please think carefully about how to choose."

   Sure enough…

   The spy minister said sincerely, and then he clapped his hands, and "Liliana" who had been hiding behind was pushed through the crowd and pushed to the front.

   The nervous and flustered expression only lasted for a short moment on Vincent's face - after he saw the horn and heraldic iron plate hanging around "Liliana"'s neck, his face immediately returned to calm.

   Of course, there was a strange embarrassment beneath this calm...and William understood that embarrassment well.

   Holding Liliana’s mirror and stepping forward was Vincent’s former adjutant, Leighton. He looked at his former superior and said with a complicated expression:

   "Lord Vincent, please don't do things that you will regret."

   Vincent shook his head when he heard the words, and he still held the spell matchmaker tightly in his hand.

   Seeing that the other party still did not give up resistance, Leiden pointed out that the magic agent on the back of Liliana's head lit up with a deep and dark lightning.

   That is [Void Thunderstorm] that has finished chanting and is ready to go.

   Feeling the slight numbness caused by the lightning flashes behind his head, William controlled Liliana's phantom and raised his head.

The ghost of death that he had summoned earlier—the ferocious skeleton holding an invisible sickle was floating behind Vincent at the moment, and it was looking at everyone in the room with icy eyes. Come down to your own soul to accept.

   This legendary top summoner cooperated with Vincent, who had been promoted to the legendary realm, enough to clear the entire conference room from the rabble who participated in the coup in a few minutes.

   The battle is about to start, and what action is needed is only now, but there is still no action at the Moon Realm. Are you being too cautious?

   Feeling the tense atmosphere around him, William thought.

   If he wasn't worried that the Void Kings he had provoked earlier would take this opportunity to take revenge, he would not have planned to participate in this farce. With the level of strength of these coup fighters, Vincent and the ghost can handle this matter without risk, and he doesn't need to worry about anything at all.

   But William always felt that something was wrong.

If you want to cause trouble for yourself, at least a monster in the moon realm of the level of a demon general is possible, and if a powerful existence like a demon general wants to enter the world, you need to hold a very large-scale ceremony for summoning, or you must pass through the moon realm. fissure. But the only exposed lunar crack at the moment is the venomous snake scar in Black Light City, and his body is guarding nearby, and it is impossible for them to pass through.

  Is there something else I missed?

   "If you want to fight, don't fight here. After all, no matter who wins in the end, you don't want to get a broken rose palace as your palace, right?"

  Vincent said suddenly.

  Leighton frowned, he didn't expect that the killer he had prepared earlier would not be of any use to him.

   So he reminded in a low voice:

   "What about your daughter? Don't think I really can't do it."

   He said, the thunder light on the magic medium in his hand became darker and deeper.

  William winked at Vincent when he saw this, reminding him that now is an excellent opportunity to show his firm position and win people's hearts.

  Vincent immediately understood, and he said with a serious expression:

   "I will not hand over this city to the hands of you moon-bound lackeys for the sake of my daughter."

   This sentence made William want to cover his face.

   This guy is really not suitable for acting.

  Lyden, who was holding him behind William, also sighed lightly. It seemed that even he felt that Vincent's reaction was too inconsistent.

   Forget it, I won’t accompany you to play the house, let’s quickly finish the matter here.

   thought William, who felt a little humiliated.

   didn't signal Vincent and the others first. William, who was near the Viper's Scar at the moment, used the response terminal as a medium to release [Space Blockade] - he planned to block the way for these people to retreat first.

   But this technique fell into silence like a mud ox into the sea.

   Didn't the casting succeed?

  William, who was far away in the serpent's scar, glanced at the spell matchmaker in his hand.

   But I clearly felt that my magic power was consumed earlier.

   In the conference room at the moment, Vincent also waved the magic agent in his hand, and an electric light was outlined along the trajectory of his stroke.

   He intends to open a temporary portal to fight in an open area.

   But the electric light of the temporary portal was like a short-circuit fluorescent lamp, and it fell into silence after flickering a few times.

  Vincent also had a puzzled expression on his face.

  Thunder is a crack in space. Among all the magic powers of attributes, only the most active and violent thunder and lightning magic power can break a temporary crack in this space that carries everything in the world.

   But at this moment, the surrounding space is in a state of "hysteresis", and even the most active thunder and lightning magic cannot affect it at all.

   Several magic casters who had practiced thunder and lightning spells began to feel that something was wrong.

   And at this time, William noticed that the slogan of the procession outside the Rose Palace had changed.

   "King Jesse! King Jesse! King Jesse!"

   Hearing the roaring shouts outside, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through William's mind, causing him to cry out.

   Until this time, he finally figured out what the other party was going to do.

   "Valke, what a trick..."

  William gritted his teeth.

  Before he came to the conference room, Jesse Wald, the puppet trash, suddenly cowarded. His face was sweaty and he said that he didn't want to be in the same room with Vincent's "usurper". Immediately ordered the remaining people to let the other party do the trick first, and he wanted to learn from Vincent, and he took the initiative to buy the hearts of the people.

   So he took a few guards to the entrance of the Rose Palace, planning to direct the relief team to distribute food.

The relief team and guards who were originally used to appease and deter the parade on April Fool's Day were brought under control by the Restorationists this morning—William and Vincent both knew about this, but in order not to startle the snakes, they It's up to them to toss. Anyway, after a complete showdown, the situation in the palace can be controlled in a few minutes, and it will not be too late to go back to distribute food at that time. By the way, you can also take this opportunity to clean up a group of grassroots backbones of the restorationists.

   As for that puppet duke, he was just a piece of trash, nothing but blood. He is neither a Moon Realm believer nor a magic caster, and his presence or absence in this coup d'état does not have much impact on the situation. Even if he is here, in case he is accidentally killed by an unknown AOE, it will be a trouble - William originally planned to let Vincent try him.

   But William ignored a very important issue, an issue that non-indigenous people could easily ignore.

  Although William himself sneered at the theory of blood, the symbolic meaning of blood in this world can be used to meet the corresponding conditions to complete the "ceremony".

   "Let's do it."

   William, who knew that the problem was serious, immediately manipulated Liliana's mirror and said.

"What did you say?"

  Lyden, who was standing behind the mirror shadow, thought that the young lady in front of him said these words to him, and wondered why she suddenly didn't want to live.

   But before Leiden could speak to persuade the first girl to calm down, he only felt a familiar cold air crawling up his back, making his scalp tense.

A sharp feeling that made Leiden stand upside down with the hair on his body stuck to his neck, and before he could react, he heard a "puchi" sound, followed by a "rustling" splash of liquid—he I feel like my whole body is floating.

   In the entire conference room, only a few people saw what happened just now.

A huge, pale ghost appeared behind Leiden, and then it raised his hand lightly, Leiden's head flew up lightly, and a soul was dragged out from the neck break and stuffed into the cloak. inside. Then the ghost disappeared instantly, as if it never existed at all.

Because this happened so suddenly, everyone in the conference room was stunned for a while, until the blood splattered from Leiden's neck on the person, until the second person's head flew into the air again. Only then did someone remember to scream.

And William, who manipulated Liliana's mirror shadow, calmly took out the key from the waist of Leighton's decapitated corpse amidst the screaming screams and the continuous rain of blood, and put the key on his body. The shackles are open - he can destroy them with spells, but his response terminal has limited durability. Later, he will use this mirror image of 80% of Liliana's panel to deal with a magic general who does not know who is under him.

It might be that Liliana, who was covered in blood and calm, felt too oppressive; it might also be that most of the people were alerting the ghost of death that would appear out of nowhere. All in all, William manipulated the mirror image. When he walked to the door of the conference room, he was not hindered in the slightest.

At the end, he looked back at Vincent and said:

   "There is something urgent to deal with outside, so I'll leave it to you first."

   Looking at Sir William Kane, who was covered in blood and looked like his own daughter, Vincent nodded with a strange expression.

  …

  There are four types of existences recorded in this world that can be called gods.

The first is the existence called "Ma" in the realm of light. This **** only exists in the teachings of the Tacoma order. "Ma" is not so much a god, but more like a "supreme and perfect". ” philosophical concept. The Tacoma believe that all practice in the world is to be closer to Him.

   Then there are the gods in the myths of various ethnic groups in ancient times, similar to the gods of the ancient Blackwater Kingdom, Oka, the **** of death, Vera. Their former powers can be recreated through witchcraft secrets, but no one has ever truly felt their existence other than those who have become the carriers of their powers or those who have sworn them—unless you acknowledge the authority or The oath-binder is the **** himself.

   followed by the Seven, or Eight Holy Spirits. Essentially, the Holy Spirit is a collection of all ancient mythological gods. Before the Church of the Holy Spirit degenerated into what it was later, they collected almost all the myths and legends in the whole continent to classify, analyze and study, and finally they came to the conclusion that all the original myths in the present world have the same prototype, and each of them has the same prototype. The local myths and stories of this place only observed the silhouettes of those prototypes, and then added some stories that happened to the ancient tribes themselves, which became the myths and legends of various places.

   And finally, there is the king of nothingness. As for their nature, there is no authoritative theory in the academic world so far, but what is certain is that their power stems from the reflection of the emotions of the world, and they have deep malice towards the world. In addition, they are the only gods who communicate with mortals in the form of personalities.

   But the above four kinds of gods, except for the "Ma" William proposed by the Tacoma Order, are completely unclear whether they exist. For the remaining three, William has dealt with them before, and he can confidently say that as "Gods", none of them is omnipotent and omnipotent.

   It is even said that the greater the power, the greater the limitation.

   Especially for the moon gods who have the strongest sense of existence.

   Generally speaking, they cannot gain real-time insight into what is happening in the world. If they want to get information, they must go through media, such as their own believers, statues, or things related to their own domain, or their own traces.

  Similar to William before being injured by Camilla, the opponent was completely unable to accurately locate his position in the world.

   Similarly, if they want to have an impact on the world, they also need a medium, and the strength of the medium directly determines the strength of their projection power.

  William had been alert to what other media would threaten him in the City of Thorns, but he ignored one point.

The concept of   medium is very… subtle, although generally speaking, a medium should be perceived as something concrete—like a scar, a statue, or simply a lunar rift.

   But sometimes, the medium can actually be an abstract thing.

   Such as a custom, or a story.

   A continent-wide tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. After so many years of inheritance and solidification, it is enough to be a medium that allows the demon to project the existence of the level into the world.

   is like the story of a dirty beggar wearing a paper crown swapping identities with a foolish king wearing a king's crown.

   2 in 1

   (end of this chapter)