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

   Chapter 66 Ending Interrogation

   Plump crows crowded into the small cage surrounded by shadows, eyes closed and motionless.

   After the person left, it tried all means and could not break through the cage. Whether it was forcibly breaking through or turning into a whirlwind to drill out, no matter what method it used, it would be blocked by the restrictions on the cage.

   In the end, it had to admit that it was wrong, and finally chose to close its eyes and rest helplessly.

   At least judging from the other party's previous remarks, he will not have to worry about his life for the time being.

   And now that he is in the present world, he will only return to the moon realm when he dies.

  I don't know how long it took, when a heavy footstep woke it up.

  It opened its eyes and saw the terrifying man sitting in front of it, holding a staff made of pure frost in his hand, and looking at it with cold eyes at the moment.

   "Next I ask, you answer."

   The other party said calmly, but under this calm appearance, the crow noticed that he was in a very, very bad mood at the moment.

   The crow opened its beak and was about to say something when an emerald green flame instantly spread to the cage, and a burst of severe pain caused it to let out a "quack" scream.

   This flame is fleeting, as if the other party is setting an example for himself.

   After it recovered, the man looked at it and asked the first question:

   "Who is your master?"

   "Flock...Father of Crows, Stormcaller, Prophecy...ah!"

   It hasn't finished calling its master's name, and the flames are burning again.

   "I'm not asking about this, its name, its real name."

   Looking at the crow bathed in flames, the man continued to speak calmly.

   "Real name... How could I possibly know my master's real name, every moon spirit will protect his real name..."

   the crow cried out in that painful soul fire.

  The Moon Realm reflects the existence of the present world, and each formed Moon Realm spirit will naturally have its own origin in the present world, and their real names are determined accordingly. When facing an enemy who knows his real name, as long as his real name is revealed, the power of this moon spirit will be greatly weakened.

   It is said that the twelve trial weapons are engraved with the real names of the twelve phantom kings, and this is one of the reasons why the trial weapons can cause harm to the essence of their corresponding phantom kings.

  The flame stopped, and the crow continued to say intermittently:

   "I... I'm just a messenger... just created not long ago, I really can't know the real name of my master..."

  The man looked at the crow for a while, as if to judge whether it was lying, and finally he continued to ask:

   "Alright then, second question, what are you going to bring with you as a messenger to Nightmare Swamp?"

   The crow looked at the looming flames on the cage, and answered honestly after being silent for a while:

   "A trade for a piece of a dream for a piece of a soul."

   "Fragments of dreams?"

   "A fragment of the incarnation of a nightmare that Lady Tamara was smashed a thousand years ago."

   The crow replied, it looked at the looming flames around it again, and shivered all over and continued:

   "And that piece of soul is..."

   "This is it, right?"

  The man opened his palm as he spoke, and an illusory crow's tail appeared in his hand.

   The crow nodded subconsciously and said:

   "That's right, that's it... ah?"

   It reacted, and it was true, but...why was it in his hands? Shouldn't this be recycled by the Nightmare Lord?

   Without waiting for it to ask the question in his heart, the man continued to ask:

   "Next question, whose soul fragment is it? Is it your master's?"

   Crow nodded and said:

   "My master's soul was shattered into pieces in the distant past, so that it could only fall into a deep sleep for a long time in the moon realm, and every time it woke up briefly, it would try to collect the fragments of the past."

   "When and who crushed its soul, do you know?"

   The crow shook his head and said:

   "I'm just a messenger created for this transaction to Nightmare Swamp. I don't know anything about my master other than the purpose of this trip."

   After he finished speaking, he shrank his head, for fear that the flame would fall on his head again.

"I understand…"

   The man's expression changed for a while, but he didn't continue torturing it. He just got up after thinking for a while, and walked out of the room slowly.

   After the other party walked out of the door, he suddenly turned around and asked:

   "Speaking of which, have you ever seen your master?"

   Crow shook his head.

   "My master slept in the depths of the bedroom most of the time, and even if he woke up occasionally, he just gave orders to his crows or made predictions."

   The other party did not speak any more, and with a heavy sound of the iron door closing, the whole room fell into darkness again.

  …

   Back in the room, William took out the two spoils he had snatched from the Void King's Void Shadow without saying a word and placed them on the table.

   An illusory crow feather and a seed emitting white light.

   He recalled the empty tomb before, the sarcophagus covered with scattered crow feathers, and the iconic black greatsword.

   and the contents of that stele.

   Will the owner of this soul fragment be the person he thought?

   Is he still alive? What's the status now?

  Lord of the Moon, Father of Crows…

  William recalled the Evoker he was interrogating in Scar of Sorrow. The other party just said that title, and the whole soul was torn apart, and even he couldn't stop the process.

   "Coles...is this really what you do?"

  Thinking of this, William turned his eyes to the seed emitting white light beside him.

   If what happened before just made him feel heavy, then the appearance of this seed made him feel extremely uneasy.

   "The Seed of Hope...but why is it here?"

   This is the seed that gathers the hope of redemption in an era to condense in the depths of the moon. Just holding it can greatly enhance the morale of the surrounding comrades.

   And this seed is still in the background of the game, the only item that can fully revive people without any preconditions.

   But none of the above is the most important value of this thing.

   Looking at this thing that should never have appeared here, William recalled his past memories, the archive that he deleted after it was completed.

  The Seed of Hope, which is one of the prerequisites for reaching the end of the lunar eclipse and becoming the fourteenth king of nothingness, the king of hope and despair.

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