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

   Chapter 174

  Remedios felt that her will was shattered into countless pieces, and then scattered along the river of time.

   But the pain only lasted for a short, short moment.

   In other words, can the word "instant" describe this concept well?

   All in all, it was an experience that cannot be described to anyone else. She can see sunrise and sunset at the same time, young shoots, green shade, dead leaves and snow on a tree at the same time, and people from different generations of a family repeating the same thing at the same time mistake.

  If she had to find a word, all the things she saw were "circles" connected one by one.

   Of course, it is far more complicated than a ring.

   At the same time, she herself began to slowly weave into a ring.

  Correction is to go back all the way back to the past self and piece together the self on the infinite causal node into a whole.

   is similar to the whole of a ring.

   "One thousand and eight, one thousand and eight, one thousand and eight..."

   She wasn't quite sure if she was muttering to herself like that.

  …

   "Remedios? Is that you?"

  William looked at the elven woman in front of him who was bound to the throne by countless chains that were drenched in fog, and wore a misty crown like smoke, and shouted tentatively.

   The ranger who was on the adventure with him back then looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. A young and lively appearance, and the figure is as flat as a chopping block.

Although William knew very well that over a thousand years had passed, even the appearance of the elves would have undergone great changes, but it was still difficult for him to associate the plump figure with a firm face and indifferent expression with the name Remedios. Get in touch.

   The other party did not answer him.

   "It's her, but who are you?"

  An old voice came from the side, and William turned his head. It was an old man in a rough linen robe and an austenitic pendant around his neck.

   A member of the Tacoma Order? But how could they be here?

  William didn't have time to speak, and Moulton, who was kneeling in front of him, helped him to answer first:

   "He's the apologist sent by the Eighth Order to protect the Awakened."

  You say yes, that's it...

  William was too lazy to explain to them, but pointed directly to the throne and asked:

"What's up with her?"

   "We are fighting a war of our own."

   The old man replied.

"Please talk normally."

   William, who was well versed in the speaking style of the Tacoma Order, immediately said.

   The other party frowned and said:

   "A dangerous ritual, these chains are set to prevent loss of control."

   "What exactly is the ceremony?"

   William pressed.

   The old man turned to Diana, who was beside him, and the other party nodded to him.

   "The coronation of the Mist King."

   In the library of William's body, he immediately started to search for relevant materials with this keyword.

   "How dangerous is it?"

   asked William.

  …

  Remedios has now gone back eight hundred years, seeing herself who has just been elected as the Continent Lord, and incorporating her at that moment into a complete part of herself.

   Of course, this statement is still thinking about the problem according to the logic of the causal cycle, and there is no such logic in the cycle time.

   And she thought of a better metaphor.

  Cause and effect time is like a small pond, and she is a naughty child who stuck her five fingers into the pond like claws.

  Each finger represents her as a time node, from the little finger to the thumb symbolizes her life.

   And the cycle time is the outside world, and her body is her in the cycle time.

   In this way, each of us is a fragment scattered across the timeline…

   Or, is this the truth of creation? The Holy Spirits shattered the ego, spreading fragments of themselves along the timeline.

   At this moment, she suddenly thought of a question.

  If he succeeds, he will write the matter of the man's return into his knitting cycle time. Then it means that before I try, the man has come back.

   even said that the cessation of the storm of the Broken Sea was his handwriting.

   Maybe Blake has been rescued by him, and now he is on his way to rescue her.

   If so, that would be amazing.

   can't help but make people think, if he didn't do this, would the other party still come to save her, save Ava Chau?

  …

   After listening to the explanation of the old Tacoma sect, William rushed over and grabbed the other's collar.

   "What did you all do?!"

  Although William can't use spells above the apprentice level at this moment, as a player with full six dimensions, even after discounting [Mirror Shadow], he can easily lift the old man directly.

   The opponent was completely unable to resist.

  Because according to the other party, he was just a phenomenon that assisted the rulers of Avazhou in successive dynasties. There is nothing he can do about things beyond his own responsibility.

   Of course, this also means that even if William twists the other's neck, he can't really kill him.

   "You are not the apologist of the Eighth Order."

   After seeing William's excited action, he suddenly said, and at the same time, he looked at the holy emblem iron plate hanging on William's neck.

   As soon as he finished speaking, the countless mists around him suddenly became turbulent, like a wave rushing towards the throne, and then swirling around it.

   From a distance it looks like making marshmallows.

   In just a few seconds, the entire throne was wrapped in an egg shape by the slowly turning thick fog.

  …

   Backtracking all the way, she finally returned to that day.

   That day one thousand and eight years ago.

   She decided to weave her own closed loop from here.

  Twilight Fortress, Round Table Hall.

   When the thirteen people were still there.

   She stood beside her back then and looked at the man sitting opposite the gate together.

   Compared to those large-scale rituals that can only be performed by consuming a huge amount of mana as fuel, the mana he carries can only be said to be very small.

   But she didn't intend to make herself a god.

   She looked at the man, ready to close the loop from here.

  …

  William threw the man aside and walked towards the cocoon covered in mist.

   "You are not one of Terra Riel's men."

  The old man stumbled and got up and said.

   "This kind of thing can be seen as long as you are not blind."

   William replied.

   "You are faithful to the Holy Spirit Kane."

   "Or there is another possibility."

  William continued.

   Then he also plunged into the mist.

  …

   "So, bye bye."

What   Remedios has to do is very simple, use herself as an anchor, and fix William Kane as a phenomenon under the cycle time.

   One thousand and eight years is a reincarnation, let him reappear as a phenomenon, and then devour the fuel and belief that Terra Riel has accumulated over the years, and be promoted to a great existence.

   Of course, when she finishes all this, her consciousness will undoubtedly dissipate completely.

  Before her closed loop was completely closed, as before, "front" was just a modification, and a figure appeared in front of her.

   To be precise, it appeared in front of the sitting William Kane.

   "Don't be stupid, I'm back."

  A voice she had not heard in 1008 years echoed in her ears.

   (end of this chapter)