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

   Chapter 281 Awakening

   Outside the door, the forest druids of the Oak Council filed in, and then vaguely surrounded the people who stayed in the Canopy Temple in the middle.

   As the secretary of the Duke of the Sacred Tree, Garay Wolfyan immediately got up when he saw this, and quickly walked up to the old man who seemed to be trembling as he walked.

   "Lord Enso Oak, I don't remember that the Oak Council has a plan to come here today. What are you going to do here with so many people?"

  Garay ignored the other comers who looked vigilant around him, but only stared at the forest druid whose body was already showing extremely serious signs of tree formation, as if this person was the only one worthy of vigilance among all the people present.

  The old man named Thorne didn't look at the secretary standing in front of him for the first time, but looked over his shoulder to Flaro, who was lying on the altar.

   It seems that after confirming that the goal of this trip is here, the old man slowly retracted his gaze and turned to the serious middle-aged man in front of him.

   "We have an important business to meet with the Duke of the Holy Tree."

   After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, intending to go around Garay to the altar, but the latter immediately stretched out a hand to stop him in place.

   "Perhaps you feel this level of explanation is enough..."

  Garay also looked back at Flaro, who was lying on the altar, and then looked back at the old man in front of him:

   "But unfortunately, the current Duke is resting. And she had an order before that she won't receive any outsiders until she wakes up."

  Gary's voice was polite, with a warning-like pressure.

  The old man named Enso raised his hand to stop the movements of those behind him, then looked at the man with the wolf face tattoo, lowered his voice and said:

"What are you kidding me? The Duke of the Sacred Tree will come to the Canopy Sanctuary and rest on the altar here? And among the guards who protect her are the executioners of the Eighth Order and the Blind Sisters. A leader?"

"The reason in the middle is more complicated, and I can't explain it for a while... When the Duke wakes up, she will explain all this to all the forest elves. But before that, the order we received was that no one should disturb To her. So please leave with the people from the Oak Council here, so as not to cause unnecessary conflicts."

   In the face of the opponent's question, Gareth's answer was very calm.

  Enso's face kept changing, and finally he showed an expression of "not going around in circles with you", and further lowered his voice and said:

"Wait until she wakes up? Can the Duke still wake up now? Don't think I can't see that Flaro who is lying on that altar is just a corpse. You brought her here, isn't it just that? For the sacrament ceremony?"

   Hearing this, Gareth was shocked—he forgot about it under his tension.

  The fact that Duke Flaro is a lich was only known to him during the previous confrontation in the Temple of the Holy Mother of the Holy Tree.

It's just that under the bombardment of other more explosive information at that time, the matter of Flaro as a lich did not seem so shocking - the eighth Holy Spirit descends, the entire Ravenwood is about to be destroyed, and the mother of the holy tree. The real origin is actually the Void King of the Moon Realm... In comparison, the top leader of Cuiyu Province is actually a high-level undead.

   What's more, if there is no duke's physique as a lich, they really have no good way to jump the timeline and go to the true origin of the forest elves to prevent the coming disaster.

   But in the eyes of the forest druids of the Oak Council, what is the situation at this moment?

   Flaro's completely lifeless body (corpse) was lying on the altar of the Canopy Temple. And the people guarding her are the next leader of the Blind Sisterhood and an Imperial man of unknown origin...

"If it wasn't for the reminder from the Imperial Embassy, ​​I really didn't think you would be someone who could do such a thing. But to be honest, it's a really good idea... If you can't defeat the opponent with pure power, then first Gain her trust and then start. Is it because of your son who was almost sentenced to death, or something else? Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing..."

   Enso said, reaching out and patted Garay on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"But in any case, your business can only end here. Don't blame us for picking peaches halfway through. Flaro Kane is the most suitable container for awakening the 'big mother' in the past five hundred years. If it wasn't Having been taught magic by her human adoptive parents, she has completely abandoned the power of forest inheritance. In addition, Hobien Ebony would rather die than accept the inheritance of the 'Father of the Wild', and then marry the vessel of the 'Old Mother'... "

  Enso's tone was full of regret.

"Anyway, you can swagger out the front door of this temple right now. We can even buy you an hour to get home to pack your things, and then let your son and your mistress, if any, buy you an hour. Take them out of Sacred Tree City together."

  The eyes of the old man looking at the secretary were full of the elders' compassion and compassion towards the younger generation.

   Seeing this, Garay no longer intends to correct the other party's cognitive error, but directly asked:

   "You said earlier that the Imperial Embassy reminded you? What did they say?"

  The old man laughed and said:

"This is the so-called cleverness that is mistaken by cleverness. Since she has come this far with the help of the empire and the magic of human beings, she naturally cannot escape their surveillance. You should have heard of it, the Star Council. that technique..."

   "Reverberation."

  Garay said gloomily.

  The star beacon is used to monitor the mark of all magic casters, and the death of any magic caster will be recorded. Gareth had heard of this thing a long time ago, but he always felt that for Duke Flaro, who had reached the domain of God, it should not be something worth mentioning.

   Wrong…

  Thinking of this, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Not to mention whether the reverberation technique can be effective for a magic caster at the level of the Duke, and even if she is not in the system of the law of the stars, it is still unknown... As for this reverberation technique, how do you judge?" life and death"?

   You must know that Mr. Flaro is not dead now!

   In other words, she was already "dead" when she was converted into a lich.

   No matter what, it shouldn’t be the spell that triggers the “reverberation” now.

   The sound of footsteps behind him pulled Gareth back from his thoughts. He turned his head, and Nezmaar, who had been listening to the conversation between the two of them, came up.

   "The reverberation technique is just a pretense, they are just being used to help lead the way here."

  Nezmael said as he drew a silver-white rapier from his waist and assumed a fighting stance.

   This trip to the Canopy Temple completely blocked the news. If the possibility of traitors among them is ruled out, the only people who can find them so quickly are the Dryads who can communicate internally through the roots of the World Tree.

   And Nezemar still remembered that the Inquisitor had informed her that only the Forest Druid had the method of communicating with the Dryads.

   In other words, the people of the Oak Council were just used by the people in the Imperial Embassy.

   "Don't hide, someone here has already seen you."

  Nezmar shouted loudly in the direction of the door of the Canopy Temple:

   "Are you still delusional about hiding your figure in the vision of [God's Eye]?"

   "I just want this matter to be resolved peacefully."

   A male voice that sounded a little helpless suddenly sounded. At the door of the Canopy Temple, a middle-aged man dressed in the robe of the Holy Mother of the Holy Spirit was gradually formed by the swirling leaves.

   After seeing the visitor clearly, Nezemar gasped slightly.

   She knew this person in front of her, one of the three cardinals of the Second Order, the leader of a sect related to the Holy Spirit's "Mother" Trinity belief, the return of the Mother Goddess and the major aspects related to devouring.

  The only divine enlightener of the sect of return, a believer blessed by the Mother of the Holy Spirit, Sigmund Heiyuan.

  Nezmar swallowed slightly.

  If we use force, except for Flaro, who is still sleeping, I am afraid that all the others present are no match for the person in front of him.

   But this is not the reason for her to flinch - the order the presiding judge gave her earlier was to guard Flaro's body before they returned.

   Maybe the other party is a believer who is favored by the second Holy Spirit, but she is also a favored person who has been personally instructed by the Eighth Holy Spirit. If she were to compare the level of faith and piety, she didn't think she would lose to anyone.

   "I only have one thing to do here. If you don't stop me, I promise no one's life will be in danger."

  Sigmund looked at Nezemar and said in a polite tone, as if he knew from the beginning that she was the one who spoke here.

"whats the matter?"

  Nezmar also asked very politely.

   "Let the duke on the altar come with us."

   The man said succinctly.

   "You know that it is impossible for us to agree to this matter alone."

  Nezmar replied.

   She said, and immediately prepared for the battle.

  Although the strength gap between her and the opponent is different, but relying on the props and summons left by the judge, it is not impossible to deal with the opponent in a short period of time.

   But the man just shrugged and said:

   "Why don't we ask her what's her opinion?"

   "Ask who?"

   Nezemar asked suspiciously.

   "She herself."

   Sigmund said, pointing to Furla, who was dead on the altar.

   In the next second, her fingers hanging on the edge of the altar began to tremble slightly.

   (end of this chapter)