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 266 natural romance

  Chapter 266 Natural Romance

"Although it may be too early to ask this question, if you finally resolve the curse that has been entangled in the forest elves for thousands of years, what do you plan to do with the tens of millions of tree elves that already exist? What to do with it?"

After    came to the Canopy Temple where all the remaining priests were evacuated, Nezemar asked suddenly looking at the Inquisitor who was inscribed with complex rune spells on the altar.

"We'll talk about what's going on at that time. People who think about what to do after they win before they win will generally fail to win. What's more, I'm not a god, so I can only solve problems that can be seen and touched... "

Using a bronze ritual knife to carve the runes on the branches, William took out a small Elementium silver ingot from the storage space, used the Transfiguration spell to pull it into a slender silver thread, and then inlaid it to the rune groove that he carved earlier.

   While busy with the work at hand, he continued:

"However, if the tree-like forest elves are really regarded as soul boxes, after thousands of years of wear and tear, the earliest batch of souls are estimated to have been worn down to only residues. The birth and hunger of the forest elves family The Rotten Lady are closely related, and this method of trapping their souls in a tree and letting time wear them out like a stream of water has also become, in a way, the source of the Hungry Rotten Lady's strength."

  William felt that maybe this was the reason why Camilla did not make a gap in strength with other Void Kings even if she hadn't turned this land into a moon realm.

   "So you mean?"

  Nezemar asked cautiously.

"As you must have guessed, after cutting off the curse imposed by the rotten lady on the forest elves, this race will also lose its deformed immortality and become a mortal race completely. And the souls of those treed forest elves They will no longer suffer from the eternal torture of Camilla. Naturally, those souls that are too old will completely dissipate into the wind and re-enter reincarnation."

  William said without raising his head.

   In other words, regardless of victory or defeat, the 40 million souls will eventually dissipate, just like other mortal races in this world. At that time, he will no longer have to think about what to do with the tens of millions of tree-like forest elves after the war.

   Hearing this, the expression on Nezemar's face kept changing, as if he was struggling with what he should say next.

   After a long struggle in her heart, she couldn't help but say:

   "If that's the case, then why would you choose this riskier option?"

   Nezemar, who had a brief conversation with Sibylla in the past, did not understand why the presiding judge was willing to take such a big risk and choose this plan that would not make much difference in terms of results.

  William laughed at himself and said:

"The reason why I am willing to take more risks of worsening the situation, and do not take the safest plan that my partner planned for me hundreds of years ago. First of all, I have to admit that it is because I am stubborn. You can also understand that I am selfish and don't want to. Be the butcher who slaughtered more than 40 million people, especially when there are other options."

   After a pause, he continued:

   "Secondly, there is a difference between death and death, being suddenly burned to ashes by a fire, or after losing the curse, waiting for the death that should have come to you..."

   "For them, there is no difference..."

  Nezmar said as if persuading.

  William sighed slightly, nodding invisibly in agreement.

   Seeing that Lord Judge did not reply, Nezemael turned her head to look at the gradually sinking sunset outside the door. Feeling that her mood was as heavy as the setting sun, she added the second half of the sentence:

   "It's all death."

   "There is a difference for the living."

  William replied, and as he inserted the silver thread into the last groove, he got up and looked at Nezemar.

   "For me, for Flaro, and for everyone else alive in this land, there's a difference."

  Nezmar bowed his head slightly.

   "Sorry, Lord Judge, I just think..."

   "There's absolutely nothing to be sorry about. In fact, your thoughts are correct. If you encounter a similar situation in the future, please raise it like this today."

  William said as softly as possible in his voice.

   After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Flallo, who had been silently listening to their conversation since the beginning, but never said a word.

   Seeing William turn his eyes to himself, Flaro bowed slightly trembling and saluted. Not fear, but excitement.

   She said with rare excitement in her voice:

   "Lord Judge, please accept my sincere thanks again..."

   Previously, after William returned after consulting the information, he told her the truth about the tree elves. Even she couldn't find a reason to stop the presiding judge from setting Ravenwood on fire.

  Yeah, Ravenwood is used as an array of soul boxes, as a harvesting ground for the concept of "attrition" used by the rotten lady to embody the concept. Even now, it continues to provide strength for the ruthless king of nothingness.

   Besides, whether you win or lose, the final result is the same. Their prosperity and suffering all originated from the king, and even if she was fortunate enough to defeat him in the end, she would not be able to save even a tree-like forest elf. Because the forest elves are not destined to be redeemed as the forest elves, because the Ravenwood Forest is destined to decline in the future.

   For those ancestors who should have died, what was the difference between dying in flames or dissipating after withering? Their weary souls don't care about that, it's just an eternal sleep anyway.

   But even so, she was reluctant to do that.

   But she can't ask others to go mad with her.

   Therefore, when the presiding judge said that she was unwilling to do so, she seemed to see a warm sun shining on her already cold and stiff body, which made her tremble unaccustomed.

   followed by a question,

"why?"

   she asked solemnly.

  William took out the largest soul storage crystal that everyone present had ever seen in the storage space, and placed it in the center of the magic circle he had made earlier, just in time to hear Flaro's question.

  Yeah, why?

   Anyway, the 40 million tree-like forest elves will die in the future, and now burning Ravenwood directly will not only directly rule out the possibility of the rotten lady entering the world, but also greatly weaken the opponent's power.

  Then why don't you do it yourself?

   Not wanting to get his hands dirty is one reason, but after understanding the final fate of those forest elves, this reason has become very indifferent.

   Wanting to confirm the existence of the timeline in person is another reason. But the timeline can be confirmed by taking the little sister of [God's Eye] to various places in the continent, or by directly taking the throne of the Eighth Holy Spirit, and it is not worth taking such a big risk.

  These thoughts only existed in William's mind for a moment, because he quickly learned the answer.

   He hoped that the 40 million forest elves who were imprisoned in the tree soul box by the rotten lady would be able to see with their own eyes the **** who had tortured their race for thousands of years and died in front of them.

   He doesn't want to continue playing this game according to the rules set by others.

   He just wanted to do it, for no other reason.

"why?"

  The reverberation of Flaro's question still lingered in William's ears. He raised his hand and aimed at the center of the altar, and a violent storm spread to his right hand.

   "Because I'm romantic by nature."

After   William finished speaking, he immediately stretched his hand into the altar, and the storm rolled up to hide the powerful soul that fell asleep, and directly pulled the powerful tree spirit out of the lit rune spell.

  William looked at the translucent shadow, and before the confusion in the other party's eyes disappeared, he pointed to the soul storage crystal in the center of the technique and said:

   "Whether to dissipate directly or go in and stay for a while, I only give you a minute to think about it."

  …

   "That's what he really chose... utterly ignorant."

   Above the Lake of Entropy, a voice echoed.

   "Just like it was a thousand and eight years ago."

   Happy National Day everyone

   (end of this chapter)