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

   Chapter 162 The King of the Mist

   "So, what was the outcome of your final negotiation?"

Morton Xueren, the city lord of Fengyan City, who was wearing dark gold scale armor and a dark red dagger, walked up to the Huo Burning Tower. He first glanced at the dense fog in the distance, and then took a deep breath to make the expression on his face. Her expression calmed down, and then she asked Remedios who was standing on the edge of the tower platform.

   "As expected, they will continue to remain neutral, so it is clear that they will not participate in this war."

  Remedios looked into the distance and replied.

   There was no disappointment in her tone, as if she had guessed it would be like this.

   "But...why? This is their only place to live. Don't they care even if the empire planted the Dragon Sword flag here and opened the crack in the moon realm here?"

   Moulton asked suspiciously.

   "Maybe they care, but the more important thing is the Platinum Commandment - for more than 2,000 years, they still haven't come out of the shadow of that thing."

   Remedios replied.

The ancient Takma Order has always followed the ancient path of birth. In their long history, they have only tried to join the WTO to interfere in real politics - that was during the golden calendar period, in order to end the demigod tyrant on the Vic continent ruled, and taught the concept of creation model and magic that he had developed to the human rebels at that time.

   And the result of that attempt directly led to the subsequent strong rise of the Church of the Holy Spirit and the establishment of the foundation of the classical magic system. After this, the entire Vic Continent entered the Platinum Era dominated by mortals. But what was different from what they expected was that this era was more superstitious and cruel than the previous eras with demigods or god-blood heroes.

  After all, in the past, wars were mostly decided by battles between god-blood heroes, and ordinary mortals only existed as trophies or sacrifices. But after the power of magic was popularized, the war changed from the confrontation between gods and gods to the war between people. And the suffering caused by this conflict with a wider scope of influence and deeper damage has greatly nourished the power of the Moon Realm and laid the groundwork for the subsequent Moon Realm crisis.

Later, the Tacoma Order reflected on the loss of control caused by the pile of dominoes it promoted, and formulated regulations called "Platinum Commandments" - since then, it has been announced that the Order will never directly participate in any secular power. Fight and never interfere with any historical process development.

   "Just because of this?"

   Hearing Remedios' words, Moulton asked in disbelief.

   Even in Ava, the information about the Tacoma Order is shrouded in a veil of mystery. They act mysteriously, and they hardly have private contact with anyone except the continent owner of Ava continent. So although Moulton had heard of the old-fashioned and stubbornness of the Tacoma Order, he never imagined it would be this far.

  Remedios heard the words and turned around. She looked at Moulton and said with emotion in her tone:

   "To be honest, I can understand what they did."

   "Which part do you understand? Even if the army is under the city, you still stick to the long-outdated rules?"

   "Understand that you regret the choices you made, and then spend the rest of your life making up for that mistake."

   Remedios said calmly.

   When she said these words, the scene in the round table hall of the Dusk Fortress that day could not help but emerge in her mind. More than a thousand years of time are like trickling water, and the slow and patient erosion has smoothed out most of the details. Today, when I go back to recall that day, the faces of those friends are blurred, and only one name is left standing around the obsidian round table.

   She should have kept that person on that day.

  If he could stay, everything would not be what it is today.

   Or, at least he should let that person take him on a new adventure.

   Looking at the face of the shadow queen who has been in power for 800 years, there is a rare lonely expression on the face, Moulton did not speak for a while.

   After a long time, seeing that the other party's expression gradually returned to the indifference of the past, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"The other thing, the results of the impeachment vote will be out tomorrow. As for the specifics...I can only say that it is very optimistic. If you did not raise this fog, it would be five or five. But now you are very arbitrary. It’s hard not to remind those people of the dictatorial style of the Lord of the Mists.”

   "I can't possibly spend a week holding a citizens' assembly for this."

   "I know, even the young man from the Windsong family. But he and his allies will definitely make a fuss about this."

   Moulton replied.

   "What is the probability that I will be successfully impeached?"

   "More than 80%."

   "Change leaders before the war? I don't think they should be so stupid, right?"

   Remedios asked with a blank expression about the other party's estimate.

  In any case, changing the continent owner will inevitably lead to a large number of personnel changes and redistribution of benefits. In addition, it is necessary to hold the binding ceremony to release the Holy Fire Spirit and the Mist Spirit, and to hold the spirit binding ceremony of the New Continent Lord. During this period, the shelter of the entire Ava Continent will fall into an extremely fragile state.

   Even if Avazhou really decided to surrender to the Empire, it would be impossible to do such a self-defeating behavior. After all, the conditions that the surrender can finally get depends largely on the chips in the hands of the surrenderer. And the empire was able to offer such favorable conditions before because the armed force of Avazhou was not a good bone to chew on.

   But in response, Moulton just smiled bitterly and said:

"The information I got here, Ward secretly invited an important person in the Church of the Holy Spirit earlier, hoping to complete a high-level baptism ceremony before the Empire's fleet logs in, and then put the city of Ys under the protection of the church. "

The moment    heard these words, cold killing intent flashed in Remedios' eyes.

   "Where did this information come from?"

   she asked with the same tone.

   With what Remedios knew about Ward Windsong, although the other party was extremely ambitious and always liked to be smart, he was never in the category of a fool. With his intelligence, it is unlikely that he would do such a stupid thing at this juncture.

"A few days ago, a warship was launched from Swan Harbor, carrying a high-ranking figure of the Eighth Religion heading towards Ava Continent. And it happened that a few days ago, the communication in Yisu City All the spells were destroyed due to the overload of magic power, and all the azimuth coordinates stored in it could not be traced back."

   Moulton replied.

   "These two things can also be completely unrelated... In other words, this is just your guess?"

   "I trust my gut."

   The other party said immediately.

   Remedios heard the words and looked back at the mist in the distance. After a long time, she said:

   "Not long ago, the spirit in the mist told me that it felt the breath of the dragon."

"This is impossible."

  Moulton said almost subconsciously.

   "There will be no dragons leaving the Dragonbone Islands anymore. Even those magic casters who have practiced summoning spells to the level of the realm of the gods, can't sign a contract with dragons to summon them."

   "But there is still another way to bypass the restriction and summon dragons isn't there?"

   Remedios said.

   Hearing her words, Moulton's face instantly showed an expression of sudden realization.

   "The God-level illusion [Shadow of Reality]."

   he said.

   Remedios nodded and said:

"When the Star Law was enacted, all the god-level spells were handed over to the various forces in the empire for preservation, as a guarantee for maintaining their status in the future. And the one assigned the [True Shadow] spell seems to be... "

   "The prototype of the eighth order, the hermit esoteric."

   Moulton took over the second half of her words.

"Right now, except for the monks of the Tacoma Order and the senior leaders of the Eighth Order, it is estimated that no one in this world will use that technique. Since you feel the dragon, at least you can prove that there is a God-level church. High-level officials are on their way to Avazhou."

   Moulton said, staring into Remedios' eyes and asking:

   "What should we do?"

   "Bring that person here."

   Remedios replied coldly.

   But Moulton shook his head and said:

   "No, Ms. Moon Shadow, I'm not asking what the higher-ups of the Holy Spirit Church should do."

   "Bring that person along, and..."

  Remedios said, slowly closing her eyes, and immediately opened them:

"A week-long military control of Ys City, Fengsui City, and Clockwork City, during which the impeachment motion on the Continent Lord will be suspended, and everything will be discussed later when Ward Windsong and the top of the Church of the Holy Spirit are brought over. ...it wouldn't be a difficult order for you to execute, would it?"

  Multon Bloodblade heard the words, immediately crossed his hands on his chest and gave a phoenix salute, and then replied in a very serious tone:

   "This is my honor, the warriors of Fengyan City will always be your blades, Lady Queen."

  Huofeng Li, calling herself Blade, and calling her "My Lady Queen".

   These are the customs of the time when the high elves as a whole were ruled by the "Lord of the Mist" before the era of the Free City of Ava.

   In normal times, Remedios would never accept these titles and etiquette.

   But now she is tired and no longer has as much energy and patience as before, constantly balancing the forces of all parties at the monthly meeting and winning the support of most people.

   Now, even if the threat of the empire is imminent, the interior of Ava Continent is still full of factions, like a mess of sand.

   In fact, after failing to gain the power of the Tacoma Order, Remedios was already mentally prepared. In order to win, or at least not to lose so ugly, she must forcibly hold the power of the entire Ava Continent in her own hands.

  Since they have put the hat of "King of the Mist" on themselves and hope to bring her down through this, then they will truly become a king of the mist as they wish.

   Watching the back of Morton Bloodblade leaving, Remedios let her heart down a little.

   As long as he wins his support and allegiance, then at least until the crisis of this imperial invasion is over, the situation within Ava is completely under her control.

  After all, in the entire Awa Continent, only the two city-states that can really play a key role in fighting on the battlefield are the city of the mage, the city of moon law, and the city of fighters, the city of Fenghuo.

  The high elves divide their occupations according to their surnames, which is a bit similar to the caste system, but it is actually more complicated-because it is not the bloodline that determines your surname, but the blessings inherited by the newborn during the sacred fire blessing ceremony. There are more than seventy surnames in the entire high elves, and each surname represents a profession, or according to the elven tradition, a "road".

  The newborn baby will be given the surname corresponding to the "road" only after the priest of the holy fire interprets the shape of the flame at the time of the blessing and determines his/her "road" in the future.

   Humans may be able to raise an army by recruiting young adults from peasants and artisans for simple training. But the high elves will never be like this. Unless you choose to become a "ranger" and leave the Awa continent to go out to experience the blessing of the holy flame, your surname is your life's mission.

   From the priest to the farmer, everyone needs to devote all their energy to their own path. Therefore, every warrior of the high elves has been tempered and hardened, and they have spent their whole lives preparing for battle.

   "But even so, this will be my last battle."

   Looking at the mist in the distance, imagining the countless warships with dragon sword flags that would emerge from it soon, Remedios muttered to herself.

   The high elves' tradition of "roads" makes their troops far superior in quality to all armies known in this world. But at the same time, it also makes them have a huge natural defect - there is always a disadvantage in number.

   "But I try my best..."

   Having said this, she pressed one hand on her heart, with a wry smile on her face.

  Because whether she wins or loses, this will be her last battle.

  …

   After discovering that the other party was just a memory from the past, William was a little curious about how Remedios killed him back then.

   Even if it was just an illusion, it would take a lot of effort for William to kill him.

   Of course, some of this is also a phantom reason. But the two cancel each other out. If the bodies of the two sides meet, if you don't use some extreme means, then this will not be a one-sided battle.

   At least as an authority, the unknown **** that Terra chose to resonate with was much stronger than the death **** Vera that Duke Simon chose.

   Although Remedios is a god-level powerhouse, her strength is not among the best in the tribunal. Because of the loss of the protection of the Phoenix Sacred Fire, many of her talents as a high elf could not be exerted normally.

   And this Terra Riel is an extremely tyrannical authority holder. The strength of his body, William estimates, has probably reached the strength of the Daemon Continental Expeditionary Force Commander back then, and may even be stronger.

   Not only has high attack power, but also has a powerful instant-death skill - an instant-death skill that can even be attacked even if you are not equipped with instant-death resistance equipment.

  Before William threw the [Black Hole] in his hand and twisted the other party, including the man and the boat, into a paste, the other party also crushed the black and red heart that was in his hand.

   Then William had the first real experience of the instant death skill in his body.

   (end of this chapter)