My Weakest Little Brother Has Become A Demon King After Being Sealed For 1000 Years

2022-08-29

So what now?

Should I contact Lord William immediately, or leave before the Holy Tree Duke arrives? As if none of this happened?

After the two guards went out, although Nezmaar’s face still maintained an extremely calm expression, her heart was already in a panic at this moment.

He turned his head and looked towards the girl named Elis beside him. Although it was for different reasons, the other party was also so nervous at the moment that his face turned pale.

“It’s okay, Nezmaar elder sister. I’m the only one wanted by the empire. I’ll explain it to them. I’m sure the duke won’t embarrass you too much.”

Probably aware of her uneasy expression, the girl smiled reluctantly.

This is not easy to say, especially when he has knocked down more than ten Wild Hunt warriors and two forest druids one after another. Although no life was injured, attacking a law enforcement officer anywhere could be considered a felony…

Nezmaar thought to himself.

She is not worried about trivial matters such as the other party convicting her. After all, she is a follower of the Holy Spirit, and she has no real feeling for the laws of this secular regime.

But the question is, will those impulsive behaviors in the past disrupt Mr. William’s ingenious arrangement?

After all, I had heard Vincent mention it before, how wonderfully Mr. William’s arrangement was when solving the Thorn City Cemetery’s Tide of the Dead Moon Incident.

Should it be said that Holy Spirit has a unique broad field of vision or some other reason, each step taken by Mr. William often has a profound meaning that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive. And in the end, the layers can be linked together, and the problem can be solved with the least cost.

Thinking about it this way, his previous impulsive behavior somehow disrupted his arrangement.

Let’s get out of here first…

Nezmaar thought to himself as he rubbed his arms against the magic seal rune for Spatial Teleportation.

As long as you don’t stay here to reveal your identity, and don’t reveal the fact that Lord Judge has come to Holy Tree City. Even if there was a lot of commotion before, leaving directly by himself can prevent the situation from continuing to develop to a worse place.

More importantly, there is no need to mess up Lord William’s plan for a person who is strangers coming together by chance.

Thinking of this, she clenched the magic seal rune that flashed with electric light.

As long as she squeezed it with a little more strength, she would be able to teleport directly to the Lord Judge.

But, should I really leave this girl here alone?

Because she has nothing to do with her current mission, and may therefore affect Lord William’s plans?

Like when I used to take trials in the Eighth Order? Completely ignoring those who are not within your sphere of responsibility?

Although it is impossible to speculate on Holy Spirit’s will, but… if Lord William knew about his current situation, would he agree with him?

“Phew…”

A few seconds later, Elis suddenly heard Nezmaar, who was beside him, let out a long breath for some unknown reason.

The other party sat back on the quaint leather sofa, raised his head and looked towards the gray ceiling.

“What’s wrong?”

Elis asked, tilting his head.

“Nothing…just a question, do you know how you end up being dealt with for treason?”

Nezmaar asked.

Elis hearing this bowed his head and said:

“Like my mother, sentenced to death…”

“Your mother is guilty of participating in treason. I can understand the death penalty for her activities, and as her child, I can understand that you are suspected of participating and should be arrested. However, it is beyond my understanding that such a young child like you should be sentenced to death. “

In the end, Nezmaar, who was determined to stay and do good things to the end, raised his head and asked.

“Because of…”

As soon as Elis uttered a word, the next moment he stopped his words as if his neck was stuck by something.

In her place to answer Nezmaar’s question, it was a cold female voice from the door.

“You’re mistaken, she said ‘treason’ not because of something they did. It was because of their ‘existence’. In other words, as blind sisters The descendants of the meeting, their mere existence means a betrayal of the empire.”

Nezmaar sat up from the sofa with a shivered, raised his eyes and looked towards the man who appeared at the door of the reception room at some point.

The Duke of Holy Tree…

Nezmaar identified each other the moment he saw him.

Even before that, she didn’t even know that the current Duke of Holy Tree was a woman, but the moment she saw him, she was absolutely certain that the person in front of her was the Duke of Holy Tree.

It may be the other party’s long black dress with gold trim that can be regarded as luxurious in the Platinum City, it may be the other party’s imposing manner that is not angry and arrogant, or it may be the other party’s elegant gestures… …

But the most important reason is the extremely powerful oppression force emanating from the other party.

It is said that in Ravenwood, only the powerhouse can be the ruler. If so, Nezmaar could not imagine that there would be someone stronger than this one in this land.

The other party’s face was covered under a thin layer of black veil, but the eyes overflowing from the excess of magic power radiated faint blue rays of light through the black veil. , like two ghostly lamps flickering in the dark.

And her hands, which are too slender and white for a forest elf, are holding a spell agent that is too gorgeous to make people question its practicality.

spell The more complex and gorgeous the matchmaker, and the richer the materials used, the more difficult it is to control.

A common sense among mages – those who use complicated and gorgeous spells to intermediary, then they are rich children who have learned some magic to decorate their facades, and set some flashy mortal objects on their staffs, or It is a true powerhouse, capable of harnessing the magic of a variety of attributes.

The person in front of him is obviously the latter.

Before Nezmaar came back to his senses, the man appeared in front of him like a ghost.

“I heard that someone defeated my two teams of Wild Hunt warriors, although they were a bunch of useless waste. But it’s not a coincidence that they can all be brought down so quickly without blood. It’s an easy thing, so I have a little interest to come and have a look.”

She said and tapped the spell matchmaker in her hand lightly, and a gorgeous chair made of ice crystals instantly changed from Condensed out of the air. Then she lightly adjusted her skirt and sat in front of Nezmaar.

This…isn’t she afraid of the cold…

Nezmaar thought subconsciously, looking at the ice crystal chair reflecting the cold light under the magic crystal lamp. But then, she immediately reacted – she didn’t feel the slightest chill on that ice crystal chair.

In other words, the other party’s understanding of the frost spell is not to drive the cold on the surface, but to truly understand the essence of its “coagulation magic”, which can temporarily create substances through coagulation magic. .

According to Mr. William’s statement, regardless of the scale of magic power, it is already close to the realm of the Divine Domain in terms of the depth of power.

“But the truth of the matter is that I’m a little disappointed… didn’t expect it to be you, Nezmaar, the ‘Silver Blood Daughter’ of the Eighth Order sacred relic recovery department. What? Those Old Guys Are you not satisfied with the progress of the work on my side? Or do you want to come to us to recover the interest on the Eighth Holy Spirit sacred relic?”

Hearing the other party express himself without hesitation The name, Nezmaar heart shivered with cold inwardly shouted not good.

But before she could say anything, the other person, each minding their own business, continued:

“Ah, I almost forgot, you seem to have already done it half a year ago. Betrayed the Eighth Order, right? So now you should be the New Holy Spirit Church Disciplinary Church Executive under the Blackwater Province puppet regime?”

“You know who I am?”

Nezmaar said coldly.

“Of course you do, you don’t really think that what you’re doing in the Blackwater Province is airtight, do you?”

A dangerous premonition came to Nezmaar, her His fingers moved down quietly, touching the dagger hanging from his waist.

At this distance, even if the opponent is a powerful magic caster, at her own speed, she has the confidence to subdue the opponent before she can finish the chant. To deal with magic casters, unless they really reach the Divine Domain and master the instant cast, close combat is always the opponent’s weakness.

“Then what else do you know?”

Nezmaar moved slowly, diverting his attention with words.

“Tell me something you shouldn’t know, Eighth Order is very angry at your betrayal, and has prepared a very generous reward for those who can bring you back to Wanren City alive. Although that A little money is nothing to me, but I am still a little interested in the reward of being able to see the Holy Spirit Terra.”

“Is that so? It seems that I am walking right into a trap?”

Nezmaar said sarcastically.

“But I’m still a little curious. You may be the first person ever to defect from the executor of the Eighth Order. What is the reason for you to make such a crazy decision?”

The other party asked.

“The reason?”

Nezmaar said, his right hand had already touched the hilt of the dagger.

“Of course it’s because I found the truth of my faith!”

While speaking, she pulled out the dagger faster than my ears, and the storm system engraved on the dagger The buff spell was instantly activated, and Nezmaar’s movements turned into a gust of wind, approaching the opponent’s fragile neck.

Of course, she didn’t intend to kill each other. Instead, he planned to control the opponent for the time being, just as he threatened the forest druid earlier.

Nezmaar was then pinned to the spot in an instant, like a puppet being pulled by silk threads.

A thick layer of frost had formed on every joint of her body, and she looked like a welded machine.

The Duke of Holy Tree remained seated, not even moving a finger.

Instant chant…the Divine Domain mage’s sign…

Nezmaar thought to himself, who was left in place.

“It’s not a good habit to keep your hands in the face of an opponent who is far stronger than you. Remember this lesson, the next time you shoot with the goal of killing your opponent, this kind of mentality is not a good habit. The difference may be able to make up for some gaps in strength.”

The woman said softly.

Immediately, she continued to add:

“By the way, don’t try to break the demon seal rune with the [Teleportation] spell engraved on it, now the entire reception room has been destroyed. I’ve been blocked. Unless the maker of this demon-smuggling rune is stronger than me in lightning spells, it’s impossible to send you out.”

She said, from another Nezmaar. In one hand, he took the magic seal rune that was flickering with electric light.