MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 24 three kings

   Chapter 24 The Three Kings

"why is that…"

   The overseer looked around, but the electric light of the [Teleportation] magic did not appear.

   "Very strange?"

   asked William.

   Without waiting for the other party to answer, William appeared beside the supervisor in the next instant,

   He put a hand lightly on the other's shoulder and said.

   "Didn't I say it? You are the only one who will die here today. You don't need to call a few more people to die together."

Why? when? How did you do it?

   Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the overseer, he stammered.

   "You... wait a minute, I'm the court mage of Duke Simon. If I die, the duke will know soon, and then you will be against the entire city of thorns..."

   "Oh, so what?"

   Before he could say the following words, the thunder light on his shoulders throbbed, and with a "slap" sound, his knees fell to the ground, and the thunder light made him lose consciousness.

   "Are you... crazy? This is the court mage sent by the duke!"

   Seeing the man who claimed to be the presiding judge put the overseer on the ground face to face, Sigmons finally came to his senses, and the next move made his scalp tingle.

   A sharp ice pick appeared in the man's hand, and it was shaking slightly against the overseer's neck.

  Too many things happened in the mine today that are beyond his understanding, whether it was the skull temple, the soul-eating nerubian parasitic in his throat, or his own cognition has been modified in the past two months.

   Previously, his brain had been in a state of humming downtime, perhaps because those things were too far away from the things he usually came into contact with, even if he actually witnessed it, it didn't make him feel too real.

   However, when he saw that the presiding judge was going to kill the Duke's court mages directly, he finally found something that he could understand and came back to his senses.

   Killing a registered mage, especially what it means to kill a court registered mage, is still very clear to Sigmons.

  William looked back at Sigmons, the ice pick in his hand did not stop, and pierced the overseer's throat neatly.

"Any questions?"

   asked the man.

   Looking at the overseer who had completely died, Sigmons took a deep breath with trembling.

"Each registered mage is engraved with a recording technique called 'reverberation', which is connected to the star beacon and will record the last scene he saw before his death. Duke Simon has the right to call and view the star beacon. For the record, the fact that you just killed the court mage will soon be known to him, and you will be wanted in the entire Blackwater Province by then."

  Magic singers are extremely precious existences in this era.

Limited by the number of star lighthouses and the density of the etheric circuits built in the astral world, the total amount of magic power that the law of the stars can guide from the astral world into the world is very limited, so the number of registered mages who can use those magic powers is also very limited. limited.

  According to the public data of the Platinum Circle Alliance, the entire legal system of the stars can only maintain about 20,000 mages at the same time, while the actual legal registered mages on the Vic Continent are just over 12,000.

  Compared to the population of Vic Continent, those people can be called elites in a true sense.

   Bloodline, resources, talent, diligence, only those with multiple characteristics, or even all of the above four points, can become a true mage.

  Because mages are so precious and rare, it is clearly stipulated in the laws of the empire that killing registered mages is an absolutely unforgivable death penalty.

Generally speaking, the one who can kill a mage is often another mage, so there is a whole chapter in the law of the stars about reducing the rules of killing each other between mage: for example, the application of the duel between mage and the rules of battle are strictly stipulated. Possibly reduced casualties in mage duels.

   For example, when registering the title of Mage in the Star Lighthouse, the awakening instructor will set up a spell called "Reverberation" in the etheric domain of each Mage. On the one hand, those who try to murder the mage have some concerns, and secondly, even if a mage is killed, the local law enforcement agency can determine the identity of the murderer based on the last sight he saw before his death.

   "It's interesting, but shouldn't these things be knowledge that a miner should know?"

   After listening to his explanation, the other party didn't seem to be very worried about taking over the fate that he was about to be wanted. Instead, he was a little curious about why he knew so much about magic casters.

   "Where did you know about the 'reverberation' spell?"

  Sigmons looked at the other party with no flustered expression, and hesitated for a while before saying.

   "I used to be a Magic Affinity too, and even took a prep class at Offa University."

   "What did it mean once? I've never heard of magical talent disappearing."

  Sigmons smiled sadly.

   "Of course it didn't disappear, but was bought."

   "Bought it?"

  William is interested.

"I don't know how. My mother was seriously ill at the time, but going to church for treatment required a lot of money. A mysterious man in a mask approached me and asked if I would like to I don't want to sell my magical talent to him."

  Sigmons fell into memory as he spoke.

"Because I was in a hurry to spend the money, I agreed to him. He took out a transfer contract for me to sign with blood, and then used a serrated dagger to carve a mirror image of my numerology constellation on my chest. He later gave it to me. It cost me ten gold riel, and since that day, my sense of magic power has become worse and worse. After about a year, I can't feel any magic power at all even in the star lighthouse. Offa University persuaded him to quit, and he went to many places and finally came here."

   When the other party was talking about his past, William used the spell [Magic Detection] to simply detect Sigmund's magic fluctuations.

  The etheric domain of ordinary people is like a mist that forms a human-shaped outline and wraps around the body, while the etheric domain of the magic caster is concentrated in the brain or heart, and then flows out of the magic power to circulate in the body.

   But Sigmund's etheric domain is a reversed constellation diagram formed by several stars on his chest, and magic power is constantly escaping from there.

   His sense of numerology and constellations was grafted onto others, which also prevented him from accumulating more magic power in the etheric domain.

   is like a bucket that keeps leaking.

In theory, if he builds his own circuit in the etheric domain by meditating on himself, instead of relying on the resonance of his numerology constellation and the laws of the stars, he can still restore his magical talent, but he is not familiar with the magic of the numerology constellation. Talent is completely lost.

   Of course, this has also become what is now called a heretic mage.

"and after?"

  Thinking of this, William continued to ask.

   "What came later?"

   asked Sigmons strangely.

   "What happened to your mother later, was she saved?"

  Sigmons lowered his head at the question.

   "No, one of the patients in the same batch was infected with blood-sucking fever. The priest didn't find out in time to isolate it. That night that patient had a seizure and killed all the patients. After completing the vampire promotion ceremony, he ran away."

   "Have you ever regretted it?"

  William asked Sigmons in the eyes.

   "What do you regret, do you regret saving my mother?"

   "I regret giving up my chance to become a magic caster."

   Hearing that, Sigmons also looked into William's eyes seriously and said.

   "I do regret that I didn't have the chance to become a magic caster, but for no other reason, but I never lost the chance to kill that vampire myself."

"very good."

  William nodded, then patted the other person on the shoulder.

   "What's good?"

  William suddenly changed the subject, he looked at the overseer he had killed earlier and said.

   "Aren't you curious about why I dared to kill this court mage directly? To be honest, I didn't even know there was such a thing before you told me about the spell called 'Reverberation'."

   "Isn't that..."

   "Of course even if I knew there was this thing, I would still kill him. Because if I didn't kill him, the thing hidden in his body wouldn't be exposed."

"what?"

   A flame shot out from William's magic agent. When the almost white flame was about to touch the overseer's body, a black miasma suddenly filled out, eliminating the flame into nothingness.

   The overseer's originally silent corpse stood up swaying like a marionette.

   "So you already noticed that? It's really boring. I originally planned to wait for you to leave, and let my children eat all the people here one by one."

   A hoarse voice came from the overseer's throat, which had been pierced, and then the corpse began to twitch and deform. It was as if something took the corpse as a cocoon that was about to burst and hatch.

With a heart-shattering sound of tearing flesh and blood, a lunar monster with a graceful figure on the upper body and eight spider legs on the lower body emerged from the corpse, and a thick miasma filled her surroundings. Cover up her hidden parts.

   The Whispering Queen's family, the weavers of the web.

"Then when you come back, you will see them waiting for you with a calm expression. Before you can breathe a sigh of relief, everyone suddenly shattered into pieces. By then, your expression will definitely be very Wonderful."

   "When I saw the Soul Eater Nerubians, I knew that there must be Web Weavers. They are to you, just like the sub-fiends are to the staggers, they are fragments of the power of powerful moon monsters."

  William replied calmly.

  The web weaver stretched his limbs, and then the thick miasma condensed into a long spear covered with barbs in his hand.

   "Oh, I didn't expect anyone to know the characteristics of the web weavers until now. I thought that since the promulgation of the law of the stars, all the information about the web weavers group has been destroyed."

   "Is that overseer your contractor just now?"

   asked William.

   The glamorous web weaver chuckled.

"Do you think that if he were, you could banish me back to the moon just by breaking the statue of my lord behind you? I'm sorry to tell you, he's not, my real contractor is just letting me I possessed him as the last insurance to protect this temple."

  Sigmons felt a chill down his spine when he heard this.

   The evil creature in front of me was actually summoned by Duke Simon, so everyone here today will definitely die. No matter what, Duke Simon will not let the secrets here be exposed.

   "Signing a contract with the Whispering Queen, who symbolizes conspiracy and betrayal, there is probably something wrong with that Duke Simon's head."

   "You haven't run away when you see a high-ranking moon spirit, I think there is something wrong with your brain, little brother."

  William smiled noncommittally, then continued.

   "So what is the purpose of Duke Simon excavating this temple? Since he dares to sacrifice to the three Void Kings at the same time, I don't believe that he just wants to dig more Originium Silver mines."

  The web weaver walked around in circles around William. After hearing this question, she stopped and happened to block the statues of the three goddesses behind her.

   "Are you kidding me?"

   "If you don't want to talk, you can choose to fight first."

  William said, the magic medium in his hand lit up with fire.

"Hehehe, you are so interesting, I'm a little curious about who you are now. The Paladins of the Demon Burial Agency have problems with their brains, and the Demon Hunters of the Tower of Oblivion don't even have a personality, and now they can contact them. These two organizations are the only ones who have come to the knowledge of the Moon Realm, but you are not the same, could it be that you are also a Contractor of the Moon Realm?"

   It said and smiled charmingly at William.

"Well, I have sworn that I will never tell the purpose of my contractor, so although I really want to tell you the whole picture of that great deed, and then admire your expression of fear and despair, it is a pity that I am completely Can't do it."

   Is that true?

  William sighed slightly, feeling that the situation is much more serious than he originally thought.

  Since there are three statues of Void Kings here, it proves that Duke Simon definitely signed a contract with the Whispering Queen.

   What is the so-called "great deed" to be accomplished by signing contracts with three Void Kings at the same time, although he is not too clear, but William has seen in the game to what extent they can do things together.

   Those three troublesome and careful goddesses once teamed up to sink an island inhabited by hundreds of thousands of people to the bottom of the sea because they were unwilling to openly believe in themselves.

   "So, little brother, can you tell me which organization you belong to? Is it the Demon Burial Organ, the Tower of Oblivion, or another order in the Moon Realm?"

   asked the web weaver, stroking the spear.

   "Is there a possibility that I am actually someone of the End Watcher?"

  The web weaver burst out laughing.

   "Hahahahaha, you really can tell a joke, the Watcher of the End? This is all eight or nine hundred years ago, right? Are you listening to too many bard stories or what?"

  William raised the sword held in the other hand, the weapon that could truly destroy the monsters in the Moon Realm—Judgment II.

   "Then let me say it directly, I belong to the Watcher of the End, and a member of the Thirteenth Judgment Seat."

   (end of this chapter)