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

   Chapter 61 Memory

   Watching more than a dozen sarcophagi opened at the same time, and then crawling out of a dozen high-level undead with black miasma all over their bodies and soul flames burning in their eyes, William finally had some of the feeling he had when he was in the dungeon.

   A god-level authority who was perfectly mirrored by the local myths of the Blackwater Swamp. This is the first time he has encountered a normal enemy since he came here.

Wearing a broken crown on his head and holding a ceremonial sword made of pure Elemental Silver, the undead rushed over first, and the condensed undead magic spread on the expensive sword like a cobweb, stirring the dense air in the air. The undead magic power made a howling like a roar.

   But that sword was blocked in mid-air by a pitch-black halberd.

The same number of pitch-black circles as the undead present appeared in this tomb at the same time, covered in heavy black armor, and the ghostly knights with faint red light in their eyes rose from the summoning circle, and then rushed towards them in a neat and consistent manner. of the undead.

   Do you think you are the only one who can shake people?

   The legendary level Knights of the Netherworld fought with the remains of the heroes and princes of the Blackwater Swamp, and at the same time, a flash of thunder suddenly erupted not far behind William.

   That was Cass standing up, he clenched his fist that burst out with thunder and lightning and punched the Maid of Nightmare who was going to take advantage of the chaos.

   And the staggering demon on the side also moved his fat body to support his moon ally.

  William just glanced, but he didn't intend to take care of things over there.

Since the swordsman named Kath was a sacrifice in the Wang Kou ceremony, even if he was not in the main position of the ceremony, he should be forcibly promoted to the legendary realm. .

   Of course, the biggest question is how he should alleviate the huge hidden danger of becoming an authority and prevent him from evolving in the direction of disaster.

   But this is not something to consider now either.

  Two bleak black **** with a strong curse were lifted by William, and the withered cold was frozen in mid-air together with the air in front of him. In the next instant, a flash of electric light, he appeared in front of Simon.

  The formed giant snake behind Simon opened its mouth full of death breath and bit William's head.

   Then its head was beaten crooked by William's backhand with a staff.

This rod has more than ten trigger states such as [Hardening], [Shock], [Evil Destruction], [Weakness], and [Blasting]. In addition, William also used [Dragon's] on himself before knocking it out. Strength] strength enhancement.

  Therefore, along with a group of colorful lights on the snake's head, the giant snake, which symbolized the supreme authority of the **** of death, was knocked out by this rod, and the flesh and scales were splashed, the skull burst open, and the spine was crooked.

   "hiss..."

The    giant snake froze immediately, it fell to the ground with a snap, and then turned into a phantom again.

The heavy damage suffered by the giant snake connected to Simon's soul also acted on his head, as if he was smashed by an invisible boulder, his spine was twisted at a dangerous angle, and a deep bone was visible. A wound appeared on his forehead.

The guy named Evelyn in the courtroom loved to use this trick. She called this kind of fighting method, which is to put the trigger system buff on the magic agent, and then give the enemy a slam on the head. .

  In the future talk, after she retired from the End Watcher, she was hired as the chief training instructor by the War Mage Academy of the Kos Empire. It is said that she proposed to the Academy many times to open this course, and I don’t know if it was successful in the end.

"you…"

  Simon looked at William who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he only had time to say this word, and he raised the magic agent in his hand and said to him:

   "Since you claim to be the **** of death, from now on, I will only use undead spells on you."

   An abyss-like quagmire appeared under Simon's feet, and countless pale hands stretched out and climbed onto his body, pulling him slowly into the abyss.

  Dominion-level necromantic spell [Abyss of Oblivion]

   In response, Simon calmly looked at the hand of the undead stretched out from the abyss, and ordered in the position of the **** of death:

  +stop+

  More pale hands climbed up, and his orders didn't have any effect.

   He looked at the magic caster in disbelief.

  Since the moment Simon gained the authority of the **** of death, he could feel all the breaths related to the deceased in this land.

   Whether it is directly related existences such as dead souls, corpses, ghosts, and resentful spirits, or indirectly related things such as the mourning of the living and the curse of the dead, he can feel it, and he can give orders to them at will through his own authority.

   Even the undead magic power that fills this space must flow with his will.

   But at this moment, he could not feel the existence of the hands of countless dead in the abyss under his feet.

   "All the dead should obey my orders. The power of magic is just a poor imitation of the authority of the gods. How could there be a dead person that I can't feel!"

   he shouted in disbelief.

   "Because you were wrong from the start, tell me, what is the nature of undead magic?"

  William looked at Simon who was slowly sinking into the quagmire, and asked patiently like a teacher teaching a dull student.

   But Simon just stared at the person in front of him, allowing the invisible connection to be established through the two people's eyes, and then he ordered:

  +Return to Death+

  The powerful soul attraction came from Simon's deep eyes like a bottomless abyss, and he wanted to pull William's soul directly out of his body.

"wrong!"

  Silver flashes shot from William's eyes instantly, and a violent soul storm rushed into Simon's Ethereal Domain along the connection, causing him to fall into a brief dizziness.

   "Manipulating the soul is the essence of storm spells. Think again, what is the essence of undead spells?"

  William continued to ask patiently.

Simon is not a magic singer. Except for contract magic related to the moon realm and ritual magic that is closer to ancient witchcraft, he does not have a deeper understanding of the thirteen-series magic under the framework of the law of stars than ordinary people. , at most, I heard Vincent mention it a few times occasionally.

  William waited for a while, until half of the other's chest was pulled into the abyss before he gave the answer:

   "It is memory, and the essence of undead magic is the manipulation of memory."

   "Memory? How is that possible?"

   Originally, it was just when the other party was just insulting Simon before he died. After hearing this answer, he couldn't help but ask questions.

   Even if he is a layman who knows nothing about system magic, he knows that all magic related to memory manipulation is classified into the illusion category.

  Undead magic is to manipulate memory? What an empire joke.

"The corpse is the memory of the body, and the ghost is the memory of the soul. It's not your memory of the world, but the world's memory of you. To judge the strength of an undead mage is to see how he can get from this land. How many memories are awakened."

  Speaking of which, William looked around at the undead in the entire tomb who were fighting with the Ghost World Knight, and then said:

   "As the holder of Vala's authority, all you can wake up are these memories floating on the surface of the world, and this is the limit of what this Vala's authority can do."

   "Then those who are constantly pulling me in at the moment are..."

   Knowing that his death was approaching, Simon's mood gradually entered a kind of relief-like peace, he looked at the person in front of him and asked.

"The corpse turns into dust, the ghost dissipates into the breeze, and the world is constantly revolving every moment. Every wisp of air you breathe, every grain of sand that makes up the earth, is the transformation of the dead. Facing them, you just have to be patient to awaken their power."

   The swamp at the foot of Simon at this moment is the abyss that countless forgotten memories have turned into.

   "Can I ask you one last question?"

   When the abyss had reached his neck, Simon suddenly asked:

   "Who are you?"

   To this, the grey-haired, silver-eyed man looked at him and replied briefly:

   "The Presiding Judge, William Kane."

  An impossible answer, an answer that probably no one would believe.

   But Simon believed.

   He nodded.

  Because since it is William Kane, it is reasonable for him to lose.

  Before he was completely pulled into the abyss of oblivion, the man inexplicably asked him one last question:

   "Speaking of which, which memory do you most want to engrave in the world?"

  The answer came to my mind instantly.

   But before he could answer, he completely fell into that abyss.

  …

   The moment the other party asked this question, the once Duke of Thorns in Blackwater Province, the shortest King of Blackwater, and the short-lived holder of the power of Death God Vala had the answer.

   For everyone caught in the abyss of oblivion, time stands still here.

   They will stay forever in the moment of his downfall.

   So the picture in his mind stopped on that night forever.

   The night that made him determined to fully embrace the power of the moon, the night that made him determined to carry out the Wangkou ceremony and the eternal gift.

   That night, Vincent returned to the Rose Palace with a girl covered in black burn marks.

   He had just carried out a secret mission, a disgraceful mission, on his own orders.

   Destroys an aristocratic family in the City of Thorns court who firmly supports the imperial faction of the imperial family.

   After seeing the girl in his arms, he asked Vincent to keep the hidden danger with him.

  If he really can't make a move.

   He will never forget the way Vincent looked at him.

   In the end, he let Vincent carry the child away.

   He recalled that it was the words Vincent left before leaving that day that made him completely determined.

   "Simon... How many more people do we have to kill before we reach the future you speak of?"

   Before 12 o’clock, it’s all earth time.

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   (end of this chapter)