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

   Chapter 49: The Empty Throne (middle)

   Facing a member of the Tacoma Order, William was completely indifferent.

The   Takma Order is the origin of the concept of modern magic, and the prototypes of most of the magic spells in the world today were originally extended from them. As far as William knows, modern magic, which is now almost equivalent to "magic" itself, is only a relatively large direction in Tacoma's research topic - it may not even be the biggest direction.

   lost the ability of players to save and read files indefinitely. In essence, William is just a very, very powerful modern magician.

   It is said that the criteria for joining the Tacoma Order is that in the field of research they need, they have achieved achievements that mortals cannot achieve before they can get their invitation. And once you join, you will be completely disconnected from your previous life forever.

   As we all know, it is a high-risk thing to conduct academic research related to magic on Vic Continent, and sudden disappearance or death seems to be a common occurrence in academic circles. And there are rumors that about one-third of the top scholars missing on Vic Continent joined the Tacoma Order.

Some good people speculate based on this data, and think that the total size of the entire Tacoma order is probably less than 100 people, but everyone has at least "legendary" level strength - in fact, the entire Vic Continent's division of magic is From the standards of the Order of the Tacoma.

   If this speculation is true, then in the era when William was active, the Tacoma Order should be a top-level force almost as powerful as the Last Watcher. In today's era, the high-end combat power of the entire empire on the bright side may not be enough for them to fight.

   But they have been terribly low-key in history, and even apart from the rulers of Ava, you can hardly even find a way to contact them.

   So low-key that in the past, William didn't even have the chance to play against them.

   However, after the real fight, William discovered that the strength displayed by the other party was unexpected... weak?

   Weak, but peculiar.

   The magic system used by the other party is completely different from what William was familiar with. He did not rely on psychic power to induce the magic of the astral world to enter the etheric domain, and then weaved various spells to release spells. Instead, he directly invoked a large amount of magic power from the etheric domain by not knowing any method, and then bombarded it in a very simple and rude way.

   If you want to describe it, in the game, the player's blue bar is actually his own spiritual power. The spiritual power can draw magic power from the astral world into his etheric domain at any time, and then immediately release it in the form of magic spells.

   At this time, the ether domain is similar to the reading slot when casting a spell. The size of the etheric domain directly limits the casting speed of a magic caster and the number of spells that can be cast at the same time.

   But the opponent is equivalent to directly using the reading slot as his own blue bar, using all spells in a very "intuitive" way.

When    was fighting, a dragon made of flames descended in the sky, and a giant formed by the condensation of thunder and lightning. Although they all look amazing, they are actually just superficial things.

   The result of the opposing spells of the two sides is basically that the other side will collapse at the touch of a button.

   When the battle between the two was on the reef where the Fortress of Dawn and the Beacon of Hope were located, William suddenly woke up.

   "Are you using magic to simulate the power of the Moon?"

   After burning all the bees summoned by the opponent to ashes, William asked.

  Modern magic is a product of logic, which requires magic casters to use mental power to carefully construct corresponding magic formulas before they can take effect successfully.

   In other words, the magicians imitated the creator and constructed the present world to be closer to their ideal.

   And the power of the moon realm is equivalent to the reflection and echo of the present world. They do not create anything of their own, but only imitations and distortions of everything that already exists.

   The other party is shaping the magic power into an empty appearance by relying on his own sensibility, rather than relying on logic to make more fundamental changes - this is the way of doing things in the moon realm.

  The other party looked at the magnificent fortress behind William whose outer outline had been repaired by 70% to 80%, with such an expression on his face.

   Then he answered William's earlier question:

   "This is the true form of primordial magic, the path that humans have taken before, the path you took was wrong from the beginning..."

   But he couldn't finish his words.

  Because the two dead ghosts suddenly emerged from the rain screen, two sharp sickles were placed on his neck, one on the left and one on the right, and a thin blood mark was drawn on each side.

   "What's wrong, make it clear."

  William walked up slowly and said.

   "You are wrong."

   The other party replied.

  William walked in front of the old man with Blighted Cold, and then ordered the two dead ghosts to slightly move the sickle in their hands to make the other party look up at him.

  William asked condescendingly:

   "So, you know who I am now?"

   "A person who should have left this world completely."

   Subtle answer.

  William did not say anything, waiting for the words behind him.

   "But somehow, I came back to this world again... I thought you were just a pilgrim trying to wear a crown, but I miscalculated on this point..."

   Hearing this, William frowned slightly.

   "The crowned pilgrim? What do you mean."

   "The imitators of your past heroic deeds, Tyra Riel is only the first."

   The other party replied.

   "Ritual magic?"

  Ritual magic, by imitating myths to approach the prototype of creation, and then gain the power to approach the gods.

   The other party shook his head.

   "They imitate you, not to gain power from the past, but to subvert."

   "Subvert what?"

   "Tyranny."

   The old man replied.

  William burst out laughing.

   How can they be so embarrassed to say that they have used all means to seize power and power, and have turned the whole world into what it is now, in order to subvert tyranny?

   So William asked sarcastically:

   "Whose tyranny?"

   "The tyranny of the whole world, the tyranny of the seven kings above."

  …

   "I've already died once so tragically."

  Black looked at the girl in front of him and replied.

   "It was the presiding judge who pulled me back from the valley of death."

   As he spoke, he walked in front of the other party with a calm face.

"As for putting the whole world into purgatory... tell me, who ordered the opening of twenty-four lunar fissures? Who erected twenty-four lighthouses to form a high wall to cut off people's way of ascending? Who came with weapons and magic to invade a place that was originally indisputable? Who created the real purgatory?"

  Blake said, holding the sword on the opponent's chin, forcing her to raise her face to look at him.

   "Hehehehe..."

   But the other party just let out a weird laugh.

"what are you laughing at?"

   "Have you ever thought that there should be no death in this world?"

  The girl said weakly with blood splattered from the corners of her smiling mouth.

"What's the meaning?"

"Originally in this world we should all be free, absolutely free, without death, without sorrow, without oppression, without everything you think should not exist in this world. However, there are seven tyrants who imprison us in this name in the prison of this world."

   "I don't have time to talk to you about this kind of philosophical question."

   "Really? But it seems to me a very real question. Do you want to know the names of those seven tyrants?"

  Black didn't say anything.

   The little girl took his silence as a default, and said mockingly:

   "They are—father, mother, elder, lady, boy, child, and the dead."

   "They created a purgatory called the present world, and imprisoned us all in it. But now you and the Lord Judge want to continue this purgatory until eternity."

   Today, I went to watch a movie with my operating officer, so I wrote it in a hurry, and I felt that the background settings were a bit too much, so I put it for free, just Jiangzi.

   (end of this chapter)