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

   Chapter 42 Eternal Gift

   Eternal Gift, the ancient great secret ritual of the Blackwater Kingdom, it needs to build a miniature underworld through extremely strong necromantic magic, so that the executor of the secret ritual can resonate with the imprint of the soul left on the corpse of the ancestors.

  The caster can either gather the imprints of the soul to strengthen his spirit, or he can order the corpses to stand up and become his slaves.

   Of course, as the price of controlling this powerful force, the former may leave a hidden danger of schizophrenia, while the latter may cause the corpse to run out of control because it cannot control the spiritual will of the ancestors.

  When the great sage Yeats compiled the law of the stars, the necromancers from the Rotten Moon Sect of Blackwater Province hoped to compile the "eternal gift" into the catalog of undead magic. But in the end, it was excluded from the first-generation Star Council because the spell was too rich in moon worship.

   It stands to reason that all the records of this secret ritual should have been destroyed during the "Big Burning Book" movement in the era of the promotion of the Star Law.

   But one day Duke Simon came to the guardian of this star lighthouse with an old manuscript.

   Recreate the eternal gift through moon magic, and help this old man who has been stagnant on the edge of legend for many years to completely step into the legendary realm. This is the condition set by Duke Simon.

   "The preparations for the eternal gift are almost finished?"

  The old man opened his eyes again when he heard Simon's words. He stared at Duke Simon and asked suspiciously:

   "Is it so fast? Shouldn't it wait until the next round of astrology is correct, and the undead magic from the astral world enters the world along this star beacon, so that the magic environment that meets the requirements of the eternal gift can appear?"

   Duke Simon shook his head and said, "That's too slow. I've calculated that the next time the stars are correct will have to wait until this year's Frost Moon. There are too many possible variables in between."

   But the old man sneered: "Is there too many variables, or are your things too big to cover?"

  Simon replied: "I've already said that the church won't find out what's going on here. Their movements are always under my control. The movements of the woman sent by the Eighth Religion have always been under my surveillance."

  The old man who was familiar with the efficiency of the City of Thorns intelligence system nodded unconsciously, and then he asked suspiciously:

   "Then what other variables are you worried about?"

   "The so-called variable is something that cannot be expected."

  Simon sighed and continued: "You have also read the record left by the reverberation technique, right?"

  The old man nodded.

   The record of the gray-haired, silver-eyed magic caster who killed the Duke and dispatched to the overseer of the Silver Stream Mine, he has read it several times since he got the news.

   Whether it was the quick release of the [Ice Barrier] to block the overseer's [Dragon Thunder Spear], or the unknown instant body spell, he was deeply impressed.

   He estimated that if he hadn't met that person within the range of this star beacon, the outcome would have been five or five. In the entire city of thorns, only Vincent, the sage of scorch marks, might be able to stabilize that person.

   Of course, if he can call on the power of this star beacon to fight it, that's another story.

   "See, what happened?"

   asked the old man.

   "The Mage who is likely to be at the master level seems to appear out of thin air, and my subordinates can't find any clues about his origin."

   Simon said irritably.

   In this era, whether it is a formal registration or a heresy, it is difficult for a powerful magic caster to hide his identity, let alone find no clues about his identity at all.

  Becoming a magic caster requires piling up a lot of resources, and those resources cannot be used without traces.

   No wonder he was so anxious.

   Threats from the unknown are always the most terrifying.

   "But even if you plan to hold an eternal gift right away, how do you plan to solve this rigid condition of magic density?"

   asked the old man.

   "The Holy Sepulchre, I intend to hold the Eternal Ceremony at the Holy Sepulcher."

   Duke Simon's answer made the old man's eyes widen.

  The Holy Sepulchre is located under the Great Cemetery of Thorns City, or it should be said that the Great Cemetery of Thorns City is built on top of the Holy Sepulchre. It is the holy place where the ancient Blackwater Kingdom has worshipped for generations, and it is also the original source of the worship of the ancestors of the Blackwater Marsh and the worship of the dead.

   In addition, it should be the place with the strongest undead magic in the entire Vic Continent.

   After all, you can't find a place with so many intact bones buried in another place.

   But for any magic caster who knows history, there is another identity that is more famous.

  The place where the "Tide of the Rotten Moon" happened more than a thousand years ago.

  The tide of the undead that once swept the entire continent.

  Some people have speculated that the source of the disaster was a failed eternal gift.

   "No no no, this is crazy."

  Thinking of this, the old man shook his head again and again.

   "And even if I don't mention the risk of holding secret rituals there, as a tower guard, I can't leave the star lighthouse."

   In this regard, Simon said very easily:

   "If it's only half a day, wouldn't it be enough to have a magic caster of the same level as you take your place? I think Vincent would be happy to help."

  The old man was silent, he thought for a while before saying:

   "But it's still too dangerous to go to the Holy Sepulchre to hold this secret ceremony. And you probably don't know why that weapon, Judgment Four, coveted by the Eighth Order, was left in the Holy Sepulchre?"

  Simon naturally knew what he was referring to.

   He had been to the Holy Sepulchre more than 20 years ago, and on the inscription in the Holy Sepulchre, he learned about that unknown history.

  It was ten years after William Kane left, and the seven kingdoms of the continent entered an era of wars and wars.

  The military disadvantaged Blackwater royal family made a crazy decision - to wake up the old king's wraith that once caused the tide of the rotten moon, and control it to summon the dead as a source of troops.

   And of course this plan failed.

   At that time, the trial seat was already torn apart, only two people responded to the request of the Blackwater Kingdom in time—Black Swordsman Black from the fourth seat, and Jackdaw Coles from the last seat.

   In order to prevent the Wraith of the Rotten Moon from breaking the seal, the two legendary members of the Tribunal both perished there. Before dying, Black used his last breath to seal the Wraith under the Holy Sepulchre.

   Judgment Four became his tombstone.

   Except for a stone tablet erected by members of the Tribunal for their former friend, there is no record of this story in the history books.

   "But more than a thousand years have passed, and no matter how strong the spirit of resentment should dissipate."

   Simon replied.

   But the old man still shook his head: "This is the only thing that can't be done, even if I usually turn a blind eye to those people in your mage hall who study moon magic..."

   "You turn a blind eye because you want to be a member of the Star Council, and I am the only one who is willing and able to help you advance to the legendary realm."

  Simon interrupted the old man directly.

   "I'm not discussing with you now. As I said before, I'm here to inform you that you are the only chance to advance to the legend in this life."

  …

  Simon was coming down the tower when news came to him suddenly from a hazy and ever-changing star in his etheric realm.

   "The arrangement on my side is almost the same. As long as the actor appears, the ceremony can start at any time."

   That was the Maid of Nightmare speaking to him through the anchor point in his soul.

   "Me too, it's a pity that the old coward took his life too much, and he finally agreed to come out of this turtle shell by threatening him."

   Simon replied.

   "So you're ultimately going to let that tower keeper be the fuelwood for the ceremony, not Vincent?"

  The Nightmare Maid asked through the Ethereal Domain.

"You just saw that old guy's virtue. It's useless except for blood. If you have piled up countless resources, you will not be able to advance to the legend due to insufficient mental training. The same resources are given to Vincent. It is estimated that he is already there. I'm ready to attack God's Domain. Which of the two is more valuable, I don't think I need to say more."

   When Simon went downstairs, he passed his thoughts to the Nightmare Maid through the Ethereal Domain.

During the    period, he accidentally bumped into a mage dressed in a plain robe with his face covered in a hood.

"Excuse me."

  The man said politely in a hoarse voice, and made way for him.

"fine."

  Simon didn't care too much, he didn't even look at the man, and walked downstairs from the man's side.

   At this time, the new news of the Maid of Nightmare in the etheric domain came again.

   "The problem is not the value of a person, but the fact that you use him as fuelwood, which is equivalent to directly declaring war on the Star Council."

   "Then declare war, I did so much to overturn all those rules, at least in the Blackwater Swamp. If the world is full of such mediocrity, then the world is too sad."

   Simon replied.

   Turning the corner of the last stairs, he finally came to the bottom of the lighthouse. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the door, and his mood was unexpectedly relaxed.

   "A new era is about to begin."

   he said.

   On the stairs of this lighthouse, the magic caster who had accidentally hit Simon before stopped. He looked at the runes inlaid on the wall, and slowly lowered his hood, revealing gray-white hair.

   He stroked those familiar rune patterns and murmured:

   "The things of the old times are really haunted..."

   Thanks Lang Cheng Happy for the reward, every comment, opinion, and book friends who helped proofread the typo.

   (end of this chapter)