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 52 Commencement ceremony

   Chapter 52 Beginning Ceremony

   Necropolis, Shrine of the Holy Sepulchre.

  Cass and Nezemar walked along the ancient granite steps, going round and round to the depths of the Underground Holy Tomb.

   "This place has always been closed. It will only be opened during the conferring ceremony of the Duke of Thorns when he takes office. Let the new Duke of Thorns go down to the depths of the Holy Tomb to worship the ancestors of all dynasties and get the protection of the ancestors."

  Kas said as he walked.

   He was walking ahead at the moment, and the magic crystal miner's lamp hanging on his waist illuminated the steps ahead.

   "In other words, this is a place that only the Duke of Thorns has permission to open, right?"

   asked Nezemar, who was following behind Cass with a bursting crossbow in his hand.

   "I'm not sure, but considering that the Rose Palace is basically responsible for the sacrificial activities in the City of Thorns, it is estimated that the key to open the door of the Holy Sepulchre is also controlled by the Duke himself... If you say that..."

   Cass was lost in thought.

   At this moment, the terrifying number of undead in the cemetery outside the temple is really the work of Duke Simon? Like the mad black water king a thousand years ago, he wants to master an undead army?

   This is crazy too.

  Thinking of this, Cass asked with some doubts:

   "Didn't you say before that the Duke intends to summon the Void King to come? Why is it now calling the tide of the rotten moon again?"

   In this regard, Nezemar seemed to be a little puzzled:

"I don't know, the informant of the Eighth Religion in the Rose Palace told me that the Duke might try to communicate with the Void King of the Moon Realm recently. That's why I came to the Holy Sepulcher in such a hurry, I hope you can pull out that Had 'Judgment Four' as a hole card, but I didn't expect this to happen here..."

   Regarding Nezemar's doubts, Cass thought about it and said:

   "Could it be that the informant you arranged in the Rose Palace was discovered or betrayed? That's why the Duke deliberately tricked us into this large cemetery..."

  Kas felt the stupidity of his own logic before he finished speaking.

   First of all, there was a period of time between when the informant from the Rose Palace gave Nezemael information and when they decided to act. The duke couldn't have been so lucky that they were surrounded by the tide of the rotten moon just when they came to the cemetery.

Second, and most importantly, if the Duke has the power of the Tide of the Rotten Moon, unless he is still a lover of classical tragedies and wants some drama, there is absolutely no need for him to use this kind of intrigue to lure them into Kill in the cemetery.

   And if he fails to master the power of the tide of the rotten moon, then everyone will die together, so there is no need to do so.

"in other words…"

   Cass muttered:

   "In other words, we may have come in by accident, and the Duke may not even notice our existence!"

  Kas's tone even revealed a hint of excitement, he looked back at Nezemar and said:

   "We still have a chance, we still have a chance to prevent this disaster here."

   Fate had just the right arrangement to bring them to the ceremony site, and sooner or later they would miss this opportunity to stop Duke Simon from the crazy ceremony.

   In response, Nezemar just nodded slowly with a stern face and said, "Then, let's go."

  …

  After descending the number of granite steps, the group finally came to the deepest part of the Holy Sepulchre - the Tomb of God.

   In the ancient mythology of the Blackwater Kingdom, this is the place closest to the underworld. According to legend, the **** of death Vera with a snake as a totem was reborn and woke up in this place.

   But if the halo of the myth is removed, this tomb of the gods is actually just an underground tomb built on the basis of natural karst caves.

  The whole hall is gorgeously and solemnly decorated. After walking in, the first thing Cass saw was forty or fifty sarcophagi of different sizes and styles scattered all over it. Each sarcophagus is basically buried with a member of the royal family of the ancient Blackwater kingdom.

   At the very center of the hall, there is a huge sarcophagus surrounded by seven concentric circles. There are two things standing in front of the sarcophagus, which does not match the style of the entire tomb.

   An ancient black stone tablet and a dark and heavy knight's sword.

As soon as   Nezmar saw the knight's sword, he immediately patted Cass on the shoulder and said to him in a low voice:

   "Look, right there, that sword is Judgment Four."

   "That's Judgment Four?"

From Cass's point of view, the weapon named "Judgment Four" seems to be just an ordinary knight's sword, without any gorgeous decorations, nor the power of enchanted weapons. The power is far from the magic weapon she described earlier.

   "Are you sure that's the one?"

   Cass asked suspiciously.

  Nezmar nodded and replied, "Yes, I'm pretty sure that's the one."

   Well, maybe the real magic weapon is so unremarkable.

   thought Cass, then he asked:

   "Then the next question, how do we get to that place and get it?"

At this moment, near the "Judgment 4" position in the center of the tomb, there is a huge, fat monster with festering and swollen body covered with twisted and tangled withered horns. Rusty knives.

On top of its head, countless floating ghosts held an old man in a mage robe in mid-air, the surging magic power was stripped from his body, and then accumulated into a black sphere waiting to be launched floating in the air. Beside him, there was a slight trembling.

"Simon, you son of a **** dare to lie to me?! You don't want to use the eternal gift to strengthen your spiritual power at all. You plan to use it to wake up the undead in the cemetery. You plan to reproduce the Rotten Moon. tide!"

  The skinny old man shouted hysterically at the middle-aged man in gorgeous and complicated clothes standing on the central sarcophagus.

   The person who was yelled at was naturally Duke Simon.

   To the other party's words, Duke Simon just nodded calmly and said:

   "Yes, and you are the fuelwood that activates those rituals, feel honored."

After   , Duke Simon made a grabbing motion towards the old man floating in the sky.

  In an instant, the black sphere floating beside him exploded with a "pop", and then turned into a jet-black shock wave that quickly spread out.

I see…

   thought Cass.

   It turns out that the black shock wave that awakened the undead was like this...

   After the black sphere exploded, the old man wilted in an instant, and blood kept flowing out of the holes in his head.

  He directly lowered his head and stopped struggling.

   It was also at this time that the big monster who had been sitting on the side and closed his eyes suddenly opened his mouth and said:

   "Contractor, now that all the elements are in place, the ceremony can begin."

   Thanks to the old warden, 20190120133136068, 840314, the dull and tranquil sunshine, the bright moon in the stream, Momo sauce, and soul Danrong for the monthly tickets.

   Thank you _Huaishi_, 20170722042145499, Xifengyangmingyue, and never give up the reward.

   I'm not in good shape today... I'm sorry

   (end of this chapter)