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

  Chapter 78 Crowfeather Prophet and Holy Spirit Disc

   "Roy, I gave you the key to let you activate the communication circle in the past, how do you..."

  Wurter watched in astonishment as Roy brought the prisoner out of the dungeon.

   "I want to live, so I don't want to waste my precious time doing things that don't make sense."

  Roy replied coldly.

   The tall but scrawny pale man followed behind Roy. After hearing Wurth's words, he bent down and gave Wurth a polite salute, with a mocking smile on his face.

  Wurth noticed that under the man's arm was a silver disc covered with intricate religious designs.

   "You actually took off the Holy Spirit Disc and gave it to him?"

  Wurter said in shock and anger.

  If he hadn't maintained the state of the [Brass Gate] on the oak gate, Wurth would have started to **** the holy relic that blessed the Eighth Holy Spirit Icon from the prisoner by now.

   "Do you know what this thing means? You just took it down and gave it to a heretic locked up in a dungeon, you know..."

   "I just know that if this door is broken open now, this thing is nothing."

  Roy said, then she turned to look at the prisoner and said:

   "I gave you what you wanted, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

   But the pale-skinned man shook his head after hearing Roy's words.

   He didn't help Wurth strengthen the gate as Roy thought, but suddenly rolled his eyes and said:

   "It doesn't make sense, that door will soon fail."

   After he finished speaking, the eyeballs in the eye sockets turned 180 degrees, revealing a pair of pupils hidden behind the eyeballs.

   A pair of round and deep amber pupils like crows.

  Roy was so frightened by his sudden change that "Teng Teng" took two steps back, his hand tightly clasping the sword at his waist.

   "You...not human?"

   Roy asked nervously.

   She had never heard of inhumans being held in this dungeon before.

   "The thing you should be concerned about now is that the door can't hold up anymore."

   The man who called himself "The Prophet" repeated patiently.

Door?

  Roy subconsciously looked at the door.

   "Boom!"

   It was at this time that there was a dull crashing sound outside the door, as if a huge palm slapped the door.

   Although this time did not shake the door, the impact this time was heavier than before, and the whole door trembled and lifted the dust from the door frame.

  Wurter did not dare to neglect, and directly maximized his magic power output.

  The brass color on the door is so strong that it becomes solid. With the strengthening of metal magic, this oak door seems to be a real brass door.

  Wurth waited with bated breath for the next blow.

   but not the next slap.

   Because the oak gate itself is beginning to decay.

   A few gray-black mildew spots first appeared on the location where it was hit before, and then the mildew spots spread quickly on the door like ink droplets on parchment, and finally grew into a gorgeous fungus.

   A fresh smell of corruption came in through the gate.

  The wood fibers on the door were eroded and decayed by the growing fungus, and the door was disintegrating little by little.

   In Wurth's induction, the door began to gradually become weak, even if he continued to use magic to mend it to no avail.

   "Get out of the way."

A voice came from behind Wurth, and before he could react to what he was trying to dodge, a fist full of sores and fungi punched the already fragile door in the opposite direction. Pieces of wood and sticky fungus smeared all over the place.

  Wurter, who was standing in front of this punch, only heard the sound of something being broken, and then felt a tightness in his chest, and then everything in his sight began to fly upside down, and the wind whistled in his ears. In the end, with the loud noise of "bang", a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole person breathed out neatly.

  Outside the door, a tall and sturdy giant covered in sores and fungi threw the door and Wurth away with a punch, then bent down and got into the sealed temple.

   Countless tiny eyes wriggled on its head, and those eyes kept popping up like bubbles, merging and separating. Just seeing the weird and disgusting appearance of this monster made the surviving people in the temple scream in despair.

   "Unfortunately, I should have reminded him a few seconds earlier."

   Amidst the countless screams, the pale man with crow eyes watched as his spine smashed into a V shape and was said by Wurth.

   "What the **** is that?"

  Roy looked at the monster and said.

   This sentence is not so much a question as it is an exclamation similar to "The Holy Spirit is on high".

   "The Moon Realm Monster Hundred-eyed Rotten Demon."

   But the pale man answered this question seriously.

"The moon monster that symbolizes corruption, its eyes can see through all the places where corruption is possible, and it can breed corruption in advance. It is considered a high-level moon monster under Ms. Hungry and rot, as for the strength of the opponent. , If it is converted into the current standard for evaluating magic casters, it is probably about the level of master level beginner to intermediate level?"

   Watching this monster stooped and walked in slowly, he didn't seem to be worried at all, and even had the time to give Roykope the power level of the opponent.

  Roy turned to look at the man and asked, "So, with all that said, can you handle it?"

She did not choose to flee to the depths of the temple like the survivors around her, because she knew that there was a dead end below. .

   Roy, who has never believed in fate in his life, pinned his last hope of survival on this "prophet" who is not like a human being.

   He himself said that he would not die until his fate was fulfilled.

And now, he can still talk eloquently in the face of the Moon Realm monster who can compete with the master-level magic caster, presumably the "destiny" in his mouth will not be punched by this hundred-eyed rot demon. Discount your spine.

   But the other party shook his head and said:

"Of course not, right now I'm just an ordinary Crowfeather Prophet. Except for the brief glimpse of the future, my strength is only the level of an expert magic caster. Against a muscular player like it, about a few The round will be made into meat sauce by it, hahahaha."

   His laughter finally turned into a strange cry.

  Roy asked desperately:

   "So, is your destiny really to be killed by this monster?"

   The man smiled and said:

   "Do you know why I took this Holy Spirit disc out?"

   The monster was less than ten meters away from them right now, and with the opponent's height, it was only two or three steps away.

Before Roy could ask "why", the man raised the disc directly, and a beam of light projected from the disc, directly passing through the giant and the bloated walking corpses staggering outside the door, Illuminated into the distance.

   "I can't beat it, but those who can beat it are on their way here."

   His eyes flickered slightly, and countless fragments of the future appeared in his field of vision.

As soon as he finished speaking, a knight sword wrapped in thunder flew along the light. After it flashed in the space a few times, it directly pierced the body of the Hundred Eyes Rot Demon and stabbed it from its chest. come out.

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   (end of this chapter)