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

   Chapter 53 Opening

   "Contractor, now that all the elements are in place, the ceremony can begin."

   Hearing the voice of his third Covenant Spirit, the Staggering Demon, Simon looked at the dying tower keeper and nodded.

   Is this moment finally here?

   After so many years of preparation, is this moment finally coming?

  Simon's hands trembled slightly.

  Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, now the plan is finally on the right track.

   Soon, his ideal for more than 20 years will be realized, and the long-cherished wish of the Walder family for more than a thousand years will also be fulfilled.

   through his hands.

   Under Simon's will, the magic power was stripped from the tower guard for the last time, and gradually turned into a black sphere floating in the air.

  Simon raised his hand to hold the position of the black sphere.

"Simon...Are you really crazy? What if you finally complete the ritual? Do you have the power to control so many undead? The king of the black water who had reached the realm of the gods was given to the will of the countless undead. It's crazy, you can do it again..."

   The tower guard who felt his death was approaching screamed at Simon in despair.

   But Simon did not wait for him to finish his words, and made a sudden grasping motion.

   This action is the last trigger to unlock the Eternal Gift.

   The black sphere exploded with a "pop", turning into a third shock wave and spreading out.

   "No matter what happens to me in the end, that's not something you should care about as a firewood."

   Simon said coldly.

  The lighting work of the secret instrument is completely completed at this moment.

  Three rhythmic strikes of soul and magic, the residual soul imprints in all the dead bodies in the necropolis resonated strongly with the etheric realm of the tower keepers.

   In other words, the two gradually merge into one.

   Originally, in the calculation of the tower guard, in the eternal gift, he only needs to resonate with about 3,000 soul imprints, which is enough to raise his spiritual power to the legendary level.

   But Simon directly included all the dead bodies in the entire cemetery into the scope of resonance, and instantly forcibly raised the mental power scale of the tower guards to an incredible realm.

Of course, as a price, the mourning of the millions of dead also echoed in his etheric domain at the same time. If he can hold on and not be driven mad, then the scale of his power will pass through this secret instrument from the master level peak in one step. Step into the realm of the pinnacle of God's Domain.

   But obviously, he didn't hold on.

   In less than a second, the tower guard's personality was washed into a blank sheet of paper by the wave of resentment that gathered tens of millions of undead.

   Only one body was left floating in midair.

   And this is exactly what Duke Simon wanted, a giant magic transfer station connecting the astral world and the world.

  The huge necromantic magic power flows continuously from the astral world into the ether domain of the tower guardian, and then passes on to each undead body through the soul imprint that resonates with him.

  In the cemetery, the eyes of every undead began to burn with the raging fire of the soul, their movements began to become smooth, and their strength began to become powerful.

  The skeletal fragments that had been smashed and knocked down by Cass and Nezemar also began to be spliced ​​back together under the majestic magic power.

  Never tired and endless.

   This is the tide of the undead of the rotten moon that once almost destroyed the entire Blackwater Kingdom and ravaged most of the Vic continent.

  Simon frantically looked at the tower guard whose personality had disappeared floating in midair.

   The tower guard at this moment is the crown that can control this army of the dead!

  It's a pity that Simon can't grab this crown for the time being. As the tower guard said before his death, he still doesn't have enough power to control the will of the tens of millions of undead.

   He needs the power that will allow him to reach the realm of the gods.

   "Grey rash, it's almost time to open."

  Simon turned around and said to the staggering demon named "Grey Rash".

   Fat and sick Ash said in a slow and low tone:

   "All the offerings are ready, and the Wang Kou ceremony can begin immediately."

   It waved the rusty knife in its hand, and the thick necromantic magic in the air began to flow with its movements.

  All ritual magic mirrored by myths and legends requires a huge amount of magic power to reproduce the magic environment of the mythical age.

   The Skull Temple in the Silver Stream Mine was the magic furnace that powered the entire ceremony.

But at this moment, there is absolutely no need for those things in this tomb. Under the action of the eternal gift, a steady stream of magic power is flowing into here through the "crown". At this time, the concentration of magic power in the entire tomb is like the underworld in the myth. Generally strong.

The magical environment required for the    ceremony is also ready.

   As the fiancé of the Hungry Lady, the shambling demon can channel the magic of the undead as simple as human breathing. A huge magic power flowed into the pattern of active silver inlaid out of the four walls of the tomb with the action of Ash Mash.

   A complete pair of dragons and snakes engulfing their tails and devouring each other's pattern, which was outlined by the dark magic power.

The    dragon represents Oka, the **** of the sky, and the snake represents Vera, the **** of death in the underworld.

  In the old philosophy of the Blackwater Marsh, one thing always transforms into its opposite.

   Just like the king of gods and the **** of death in the story, they devour each other forever and turn each other into themselves.

   The essence of the Wang Kou ceremony is to complete the transformation and transformation by reproducing the deeds in this myth.

   Make yourself a king by killing the king.

   Make yourself a **** by killing gods.

   At this moment, Duke Simon, who is seeking the independence of Blackwater Province, is undoubtedly a real rebel.

   And what about the king who was to be overthrown by him?

   The door of the side hall was opened, and dozens of subordinate demons with long limbs, huge heads, and thin statures filed out of them.

The four demons led by    were struggling to carry a gorgeous throne, and sitting on the throne, or rather tied, was a gray-haired boy.

  The boy was dressed in a purple royal robe, and thunder flashed all over his body, but he had a blank expression on his face.

  The hands and shoulders of the sub-magic who were carrying the throne were scorched black and smoking by the flashing thunder, but they still gritted their teeth and carried the throne to the sarcophagus and slowly lowered it.

  Simon jumped off the sarcophagus and walked to the throne with a solemn expression.

   The gray-haired boy looked up at Simon with a confused expression.

   "Is today the day I am crowned king?"

  The boy asked cautiously.

   For as long as he can remember, the man in front of him has always assured him that one day he will be taken out of that dungeon and crowned king.

  Although he didn't understand what it meant to be crowned king, he still looked forward to the day he could get out of that narrow dungeon.

  Simon nodded, then raised his hand, the next Ya Mo lowered his head and held a simple bronze headband.

   That is the bronze crown representing the supreme power of the Emperor of the Riel Empire, or a fake whose material and shape are exactly the same as the bronze crown on the head of Queen Irene today.

  It is said that the real bronze crown contains the soul fragments of the previous emperors of the Rael Empire, which allows each generation of emperors in the empire for 800 years to be guided by the wisdom of the ancestors.

   This is something this fake in Simon's hands can't do.

   But if it's just to complete the ritual, that's enough.

  Simon held up the fake product in both hands, and slowly passed through the thunder around the boy's body to put it on for him. During this period, his body was electrocuted with countless scorch marks and he didn't care at all.

   In the myth of the Black Water, the **** of death was repeatedly injured by the **** king with thunder during his rebellion. Simon's own scars on his body are also part of restoring the myth.

  If the fact that it has the blood of the royal family of Riel is not enough to symbolize a powerful "king", then continue to give this sacrifice the characteristics of the god-king Oka.

The Church of the Holy Spirit in later generations has confirmed that the **** King Oka in the ancient black water mythology is the same as the Father God worshiped in various beliefs in the Vic continent before the platinum calendar. , power, destiny and other concepts.

   Therefore, he asked Vincent to teach and only teach this child the spells of the lightning department since he was a child, and paid a lot of money to hire a magician from Cuiyu Province to tattoo the child with rune tattoos that are friendly to lightning and magic.

   At this moment, the thunder that looks like a mighty thunder around this young man is another key point for him to play the God King Oka.

  Simon silently drew out the sword from his waist.

  All the preparatory work in the early stage of the Wang Kou ceremony is just to pave the way for this last step.

  The rebels stabbed the sword into the king's heart to complete the final transformation.

  The boy looked at the long sword in Simon's hand and asked curiously:

   "Is this coronation completed? Can I go out and see the outside world now?"

  Simon nodded and said:

   "The coronation has been completed, and I will show you the outside world."

   After he finished speaking, he stabbed the boy's chest with his sword.

  …

  A dazzling thunder burst out from the center of the tomb. Cass and Nezemar, who were slowly approaching the center of the tomb alternately with the sarcophagus as a cover, covered their eyes at the same time.

After Duke Simon stabbed the boy's chest with his sword, the dragon and snake patterns around him suddenly lit up, and countless thunders were transmitted from the boy's body to Simon's body along the sword. emerges around.

   Cass and Nezemar immediately hid behind a sarcophagus to discuss the next countermeasures.

   "What was that just now?"

   Cass asked in a low voice.

   "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of ritual magic."

  Nezmar picked up the crossbow and replied.

   "What's next?"

   Cass continued to ask.

  Nezmar answered decisively:

   "Whatever Duke Simon is doing, stop him before he's done."

   Nezemar said, adjusted the strings on the burst crossbow in his hand and said:

   "I will use [Storm Buff] to enhance the power of the next arrow and shoot the Duke's head directly."

   "What about that big guy?"

  Kas was referring to the staggering demon who was guarding Duke Simon. At this moment, it was blocking the front of Duke Simon like a mountain of meat.

   "You go and steer it away."

   Nezemar replied, then she looked at Cass and continued:

   "Then go to pull out Judgment Four and kill it. That monster is a moon monster, and only that weapon can really kill it."

  Kas nodded and continued to ask: "Then what to do with the little monsters around it? There are a lot of them, so it may not be easy to deal with..."

   "I'll put them to sleep."

  Liz flew to Cass and said.

  Cass turned to look at her, hesitantly said:

   "Why don't you hide here first..."

   "No, this is the last battle anyway, isn't it? Don't underestimate the true power of a witch."

   Liz also looked at Cassow seriously.

"All right…"

  Cass finally nodded and agreed, not because he really thought it would be better to do so, but because he knew that even if he didn't agree to Liz, she would pass by herself.

  Nezmar saw that they had already negotiated, and directly stretched out three fingers to indicate the time.

three…

  Kas held the black iron greatsword tightly in his hands.

two…

  Lizzie lay on Cass' shoulders, clutching his clothes tightly.

one…

   Cass directly twisted the rune mechanism on the hilt of the sword, and the [Breaking Dawn] spell previously sealed in the great sword had already recharged Nezemar.

   This is the last battle, and we must do our best from the very beginning.

zero…

   Cass turned over and rushed out. The staggering Demon Ash Rash, who was guarding in front of Duke Simon, looked at the swordsman who charged towards it with a flaming great sword, with a cruel smile on his face.

   It didn't move, but raised its rusty dagger and pointed it at Cass, and the dozens of Amowu around it rushed towards him.

   The first Armo, who was out of touch because he rushed too fast, was cut into two pieces by Cass’s sword. The fiery flames on the giant sword made the two corpses burn to ashes before they landed.

   But after it came more sub-magic.

   Cass suddenly felt a sweet smell coming from his shoulders.

   Liz puffed out her cheeks, folded her hands, and blew a breath at the demon group.

  Purple-black dust filled the front all of a sudden, and all the sub-moons who smelled the dust suddenly stopped their charging movements, froze in place, and then fell to the ground softly.

  Witch's talent magic, sleeping dust.

   Cass dragged the knife to the ground, and when he rushed over, he burned the fallen demons to ashes.

  God knows when they wake up, it's better to mend the knife first.

   But the staggering demon still stood there and didn't move, as if he didn't care about the death of his minions.

   After Cass had finished all the sleeping sub-fiends, he stood in front of the staggering demon.

   "You made a mistake here, mortal."

   Ashella patiently said to Cass like an elder.

   "I should say this to you."

   said, Cass slashed directly at the other's fat head.

   "Clang!"

   Ash rash lightly waved the rusty knife in his hand to block it.

   "Believe it or not, if I stand here and let you chop for ten minutes, you can't help me, but you will die here."

   Ash Rash said slowly.

   But this was exactly the opportunity Cass wanted. He directly pressed the rune on the hilt, and the flames on the entire black iron greatsword spread to its entire body along with the short knife in Ash Rash's hand.

   Taking advantage of the opportunity that the opponent's sight was blocked by the flames, he directly bypassed the staggering demon in front of him and ran to the "Judgment Four".

After    Ash Rash put out the flames on his body, he saw that the other party came to the side of the fourth trial, and rushed over with a knife in shock.

  As the shambling demon left the duke's side, he lay on the sarcophagus and aimed at the duke and launched the [Storm Buff] spell in the direction of Nezemar.

   With a sharp whistling sound, an extremely strong storm was condensed on the burst crossbow in her hand.

   "Whoosh!"

  A bright silver crossbow bolt rolled up in a whirlwind and shot at the unsuspecting head of the duke.

Then…

The Duke    raised his hand and directly caught the crossbow arrow.

  Nezmar was stunned when he saw the arrow in the Duke's hand whose tail was still shaking slightly.

The Duke    looked at her and smiled, as if seeing a good friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, then raised his hand and pointed at her.

   In the next second, a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket shot out from the Duke's hand, electrifying Nezemar into coke.

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   Today's plot is not easy to split, two chapters are made into one chapter, sorry for being a little late

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   (end of this chapter)