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 270 green jail

   Flaro Kane once had a wish.

   She wanted to pass through the forests of Ravenwood, go to the end of the endless forest, and see the vast world beyond that.

It is said that in the north there are vast plains paved with yellow sand; it is said that there are rolling gray-brown hills in the east; it is said that in the west and south, the endless blue sea is said to envelop the land on which they are located. In her arms, she was as gentle as the mother of the holy tree in their tribe's mythology.

   It is said that…

After   Tara's conquest, countless rumors about the outside world spread to Ravenwood. But the vast majority of forest elves... or, to put it pessimistically, almost all of the forest elves except Flaro himself, are not interested in those novel rumors.

   They firmly believe that they are already in heaven - under the care of the Holy Tree Mother and the Wilderness Father, there is absolutely no need for the forest elves to yearn for the outside world full of suffering.

   is different from those of the forest elves who follow traditions and adhere to traditional beliefs. Flora Kane often felt like she didn't belong here—perhaps because her adoptive parents were human, but she always felt that maybe she was born that way.

   Since her surname is the same as that of the great explorer who stretched his footprints to the end of the world more than a thousand years ago. Then, she shouldn't draw the dungeon as a prison and only stay in this small place all her life.

  Sometimes he would feel that the entire Ravenwood was like a nut shell that imprisoned his soul - no matter how he shouted, all he could hear was just an empty echo.

   For this reason, she even tried to escape when she was a child, trying to cross this suffocating forest on foot.

   Then, at the end of Ravenwood, she saw a landscape no one would ever believe...

   "Lord Duke, go further inside and you can see where the prisoners are being held."

  The hunchbacked jailer walked with a limp and tremblingly inserted the bone key in his hand into the keyhole.

   The old words sounded together with the rubbing sound of the door opening, which made Flaro wake up from his daze.

   "Is everyone locked up here?"

  Frallo, who had recovered from his cluttered thoughts, immediately asked.

  While speaking, she could not help but secretly complain about her immaturity—she should have forgotten those naive wishes and those futile attempts in the past.

   But what happened to her today, her words and deeds were not like her usual self.

   Perhaps she should blame the oppressive and cramped environment in the green prison, which reminded her of the fact that she was also a caged bird.

   "Yes, all the rebels you captured in the underground root system are inside... Of course, to exclude the dead ones, we have disposed of their bodies."

  The hunchbacked jailer turned around and answered, and solemnly handed the key to Flaro.

   Not only that, but seeing the other party's movement of taking the key was still somewhat absent-minded, the jailer couldn't help but reminded:

"Lord Duke, please listen to my long-winded words... Please be careful after entering. The vines in the green prison originate from the mother's instinct to return life to the mother. Therefore, they will indiscriminately imprison those who do not hold the key. , and please be sure to keep the key in your hand."

"is that so?"

   Flaro heard the words and looked into the depths of the prison, which was an emerald green jungle composed of countless vines. Those rebels caught in the underground root system were all hung in the air like cocoons of vines that were constantly wriggling.

  Every person who was hung up had a shallow smile on his face, and he looked as stable as a baby held in his mother's arms.

   Looking at the numb and happy smiles on those people's faces, for some reason Flaro felt a nameless anger from the depths of his soul.

   "I understand, just wait at the door, I'll call you for other things here."

   The moment he stepped into the depths of the green prison, the coiled vines wriggled around Flaro like a snake.

  For a moment, perhaps just enough time to blink an eye, she saw those emerald vines as countless dancing fleshy tentacles—the entire green prison seemed to suddenly become the body of some wriggling living creature.

  The gate of the green prison slowly closed behind her, and those terrifying visions also disappeared. In this regard, Flaro didn't say anything, she went straight to the "cocoon" in the middle of the green prison, and stabbed the bone key in her hand like a dagger into the vine that bound the man.

   Indistinctly, Flallo felt like he heard a sharp whine—but that was impossible, the vines didn't have the organs to make sounds, and those things wouldn't scream no matter how much they hurt them.

   But her attitude was as if she had seen the illusion before, and she also chose to ignore it.

The   vine immediately pulled back like a pain, and threw the man who was entangled in the middle.

   "Hobien Ebony..."

   Before the man stood up, Flaro said quietly:

"I seem to have forgotten some very important things, but my intuition tells me that those forgotten things may be related to the nonsense you said earlier. So, I want to listen to you carefully... What is the world in your eyes? like?"

  …

The development team of "Lost Watcher" once held an online meeting with players. In the final Q&A session, some good players asked the main screenwriter of the game - on the full moon, new moon, waning moon and Which of the four endings of the lunar eclipse is the real ending in the minds of the developers.

   There is no doubt that this is a very controversial issue. After all, because of the huge difference in the atmosphere between the several endings of the game itself, players often argue about which ending is more reasonable. This kind of question is like asking the author of a stock speculation article to clearly point out who the female No. 1 in his mind is—even if the author really has a preferred object in his mind, he absolutely cannot say it.

   At least not until the sequel is released.

   Therefore, the screenwriter at the time gave an answer that sounded like a muddled mess.

   "What you choose is your end."

   And at this moment, facing the three Void Kings in front of him, William felt another meaning that this answer might contain.

"The right of admonition... As Ayre said earlier, except for Him, almost all the kings of nothingness regard the present world as the ultimate prize of the vast game of the moon. And the specific manifestation of this prize, or at least one of the part of the so-called 'right to reprimand'?"

   William asked.

   Of course, he did not expect them to answer.

  Since even Elle, who was willing to stand on the same side as herself, had insisted on being a riddleman on this issue, the three goddesses who stood on the side of their enemies had no reason to answer their own questions.

However…

   "Yes, you guessed it right."

  The rotten lady, who was almost scum, replied.

"The right of admonition, the right to choose in this world's history, is also the real authority of the Eighth Holy Spirit. Except for the mocker and the hollow one, no one believes that authority will be on you. If it is not for the hollow one who is willing to pay so much this time. At a high cost, we may not speculate in this direction. Naturally ... there will be no such attempt."

   "So what? Did the test succeed?"

   William, who was a little surprised, asked back.

"It's hard to say, because of your previous arrangement, you still have the possibility to return to another time line. Once you have a choice, naturally you will not be able to wrap this split history into the only historical truth. ."

  The spider shadow hiding under the lake said so.

"so what?"

   asked William, who felt uneasy.

   "So, next we have to cut off the possibility of you returning to another timeline."

  Bliss laughed "ha" and continued:

   "Simply put, kill all the cute subordinates responsible for pulling you back to that side of the timeline..."

An explosion of    "Boom" sounded, and the gate of the entire imperial embassy was enveloped in a ball of fire.

  The gate made of rock was instantly ignited by flames and gradually burned to ashes.

   "Don't even think about it."

   The raging flames were reflected in his pupils, William said coldly.