For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King) - Chapter 312

  Chapter 312 The first appointment with myself

  Flarlo’s calm and indifferent speech came to an abrupt end, only the sound of “rustling” resembling something splashing echoed in the wind.

  Hearing this sudden and ominous voice, William couldn’t help but stop what he was doing, and turned his head to look in the direction of the Bone White House.

  This voice… is there something wrong with Fulalo?

  However, before William could think about it, the incarnation of the Hungry Lady made a roar like a trembling mountain, pulling him out of his thoughts.

   That avatar tore his long-rooted legs from the body of the earth, and moved his bloated body clumsily. The surrounding withered sub-trees began to have a strange resonance with him, and a translucent flesh-colored connection channel shaped like an umbilical cord connected the sub-trees with the avatar’s bulging abdomen.

  Different from imagination, those sub-trees did not draw their own power to that incarnation. Instead, the mother **** continued to share her vitality with those sub-trees through those translucent flesh-colored umbilical cords.

Those gothic-looking sub-trees with fangs and claws, after receiving gifts from their “mothers”, those withered trunks became full again, and layers of green tenderness began to grow on the decaying branches. leaf.

   It looks like the avatar is spreading his powers, but it’s not. For the gods—whether they are the gods of the moon realm or the gods of the present world, the greatest source of their power will always be the “symbol” related to their authority. And the magic power and vitality used are just catalysts for them to exercise their true power.

   It can be said that they are two completely different systems from the magic caster.

  ”Mother” longs to be able to rely on her children forever, and longs to protect her children in her arms forever, and this is the core symbol of the mother of the Holy Spirit—love. Taken to extremes, this loving-kindness, matched with a child’s never-ending curiosity, can morph into extreme control.

Different from the tyrannical desire for control of the “father”, the “father” is more demanding that the child grow up according to his own standards, and eventually grow up to be a king who is completely consistent with himself (but at the same time, the tyrant cannot bear the appearance of a new tyrant, so’ “Paricide” and “Sonicide” are the eternal themes of the Holy Father). The “mother”‘s desire to control is to hope that her children will never change, and even hope that they can return to their bodies and become a part of themselves just like they were before birth.

   Therefore, even though the nihilistic incarnation of the Hungry Lady is constantly distributing its power to those sub-trees at this moment, William feels that the oppression of the other side is constantly rising.

  The “mother” controls her children through the umbilical cord. The more they rely on their own support, the more the “mother” fits their own authority.

   “So according to previous experience, before attacking this boss, the method to weaken the opponent should be to cut off those umbilical cords one by one…”

  William raised his head and looked at the strange network of dozens of umbilical cords intertwined in the sky, muttering to himself.

  Although there are no task prompts and forum guides now, relying on his own understanding of the world, William quickly drew up a plan to defeat the boss in this scene.

  Battle without a strategy This enhanced version of the incarnation of the Hungry Lady in front of me can be said to be the highest standard battle that William himself has faced since he came to this world. If you don’t count the last cutscene cg of the end of the crescent moon, where the incarnation of the holy spirit was launched to fight against the body of the king of nothingness, then the strongest boss he needs to face in the game process is only an opponent of this level.

  But…what happened to Fulalo…

  Thinking of this, William couldn’t help speeding up the buffing for himself.

  He can still distinguish the priorities of the matter. At the moment when the avatar of nothingness has been activated, it is his top priority to blast the opponent into pieces as soon as possible, otherwise the damage will only be greater in the end.

  Even with a choice to make…

  Thinking of this, the movements of William’s hands were slightly sluggish.

   Immediately, he sighed slightly, knocked the magic medium in his hand on the ground hard, and a huge blood-stained spell rose from his feet.

  A mass of viscous, pitch-black viscous liquid that was constantly deforming appeared in the center of the spell, and then the mass of liquid pulled and flattened itself into a constantly swirling vortex, as deep as it seemed to lead to a bottomless abyss.

   “Go to support the stone palace I marked, and protect the person I left the mark on. Anyone who is hostile to you along the way can be killed. If the other party is dying, try your best to revive her.”

  +What can I get+

  A sound like gold coins colliding in his pocket echoed deep in William’s soul.

   “If you protect the people I ask you to protect, even if the contract between us is completed, I will return you to freedom. Of course, the premise is that you go back to your master’s caravan instead of wandering around in this world.”

   This sentence was left behind, a pair of golden wings purely made of light spread out behind William through the quaint chain armor with a “swish”. He kicked his feet, and in the next moment, he appeared near a certain umbilical cord in the sky, and a wide blood-colored blade extended from the spell medium in his hand.

  On the ground, a pair of hands covered with gorgeous rings protruded from the whirling abyss. It held a crooked scale made of pure gold in one hand, and a cane full of jagged teeth in the other.

A paunchy middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing gold and silver came out. He wore a bowler hat and covered one of his eyes with a black eyepatch. At the same place, the corrupt giantess strode towards this direction like a mountain, and glanced at the direction of the White House. Finally, it lifted the crooked scale in its hand and fiddled with it a few times.

   “Just come up to take this kind of work, this business is too expensive.”

   It muttered something like this, and then it turned into countless jingling gold coins and gems and disappeared in place.

  …

  【First appointment】, the pinnacle spell of the summoning system.

   Allows the caster to imitate the power of the Void King, and use contracts to forcibly restrain moonland monsters at the level of demon generals, making them obey their own orders.

  But while the spell is in effect, only one magic general can be restrained at a time. And after using it three times, the effect of [First Covenant] will be invalid, and you must defeat a new demon general to re-sign [First Covenant].

  Because the magic general that William kept the contract only had the last summoning effect left, and the one who signed the first contract with him was really not a good master to control, so he has been hesitating whether to use it or not.

  But right now I can’t take care of so much.

  Without affecting his battle with the incarnation of the Hunger Lady, he can only use this summoning spell to reinforce Fulalo, who is currently in an unknown situation.

  Even if I put that guy back, it would be a troublesome thing for me.

But he still couldn’t quite understand it—fulalo, who had re-sit on the throne of withered glory, relied on the entire palace to build the “Witch King’s Kingdom” spell array. In theory, the half-baked living saint before should not be her opponent. There should be no enemy in the White House who can defeat her.

how is this possible…

   “I’m very sorry, citizens of Ravenwood. I just spent some time trying to solve the other party who tried to prevent me from telling the whole truth.”

   When William cut off the third umbilical cord, Fu Laluo’s voice echoed over the entire Sacred Tree City again.

   “Please allow me to continue, it was our ancestors five thousand years ago, those high elf colonists…”

   Hearing Fulalo’s calm and indifferent voice again, William let out a long sigh of relief.

so far so good…

   Fortunately, the inheritor of Neh is fine.

  …

  The withered throne in the conference hall of the White House has been dyed bright red at this moment.

  Why would he bleed so much blood even though he was clearly a lich?

   Sitting paralyzed on the throne, Fu Lalo, who was clutching the penetrating wound on her throat, thought a little strangely.

  At this moment, not far from the throne, the [Mirror Image], who is exactly like her, is continuing her speech on her behalf.

  The arrow just now was really ruthless… Those defensive techniques kept in front of the throne under normal conditions were shot through like window paper, and she was not given time to react at all.

  And in the blood on the arrow, there is some kind of inexplicable power. That power surpassed the separated spirit and flesh of the Lich, and directly acted on his own soul.

   I am going to die.

  It seems to be examining another person’s life, Fu Laluo thought calmly.

   It was as if she saw her adoptive parents die back then, she really didn’t feel the truth at all,

  The only thing I lamented was her resilience as a lich—she should be able to last until the presiding judge asked her to do well.

   This should be enough.

   She thought with a little relief.

   Also at this time, with a “squeak” sound, the heavy stone door was pushed open from the outside.

   Then the scarred Ebony was thrown straight into the hall.

  He slid more than ten meters on the ground, and then stopped by an invisible force, sighing like a dying person.

   “It’s amazing that you still have the strength to continue speaking?”

   This is the first sentence that the person who did all this walked in and said.

  Fularo didn’t reply, but stared at that person.

  The entire White House of Bone was reinforced by Fularo using the “Witch King’s Kingdom” array, especially on the two stone gates, countless defensive spells were inscribed. It’s not that no one can break through it, but opening it casually like this without noticing any signs, even a peak magic caster like William Kane, can’t do it.

   But the guy who walked in did.

   And she can be very, very reasonable.

  Because the person who walked in was Fu Laluo herself.

  (end of this chapter)