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 58 cost and disaster

   Chapter 58 Cost and Disaster

  Simon felt that his body was gradually becoming shriveled and lifeless, but at the same time, his soul was rapidly transformed under the influence of the conversion ritual, step by step towards that immortal eternity.

   This is the silence of the death **** corresponding to the resurrection of the god-king. It is said that the various lich transformation techniques of the necromancer of later generations were originally inspired by it.

The light on the    Dragon and Snake Devouring Pattern began to dim gradually, and the undead magic power that had previously filled the entire tomb also began to gradually thin.

  The huge magic power is poured into his etheric domain through rituals, which resonates with the mythological archetypes on this land in the past.

   According to the theory of the Church of the Holy Spirit, this actually resonates with a silhouette of the “dead” of the seventh Holy Spirit.

   To imitate, to resonate, to approach, to finally become, there is nothing more ceremonial magic than that.

   is nearing the end.

   Feeling that the Wang Kou ceremony was about to be completed, Simon, who was intoxicated with his power, raised his hand and held it to the tower guard who had been floating in the air.

   In other words, the real "Blackwater Crown" that can command thousands of undead.

   Not long ago, he was a mortal, and he couldn't even touch that power.

   But now, he can grab that power.

Once he held it tightly in his hands, even the ancestor a thousand years ago, the king of the black water who once sparked the tide of the rotting undead that spread across the continent, was nothing but a sad one in front of him. of losers.

   The great deeds that the ancestors have not accomplished will be accomplished by him.

   But, before that.

  Simon slowly put down his hand, first glanced back at the descendant of the trial seat who was struggling to say goodbye to the witch, and then turned his eyes back to the night sky in the dome.

   The phantoms of the three moon goddesses were already watching him.

  +All fruits are fixed, all causes need compensation+

   The three voices overwhelmed the roars of countless undead, reaching the depths of Simon's soul. The huge pressure made him kneel even if he had already reached the realm of the gods.

  In ancient times, people often referred to moon magic as contract magic, because all power originating from the moon was essentially a transaction, and the transaction ultimately had to pay a price.

  Twenty years ago, with his mortal body, he took over a province of Blackwater, which had basically become the back garden of the royal family, from his weak father.

   At this moment, he has grasped the authority of the **** of death, achieved the realm of the realm of the gods, and stood on the top of the rule of the newly born kingdom of black water.

   All of this is inseparable from the generous help of these three moon goddesses.

   Now, it's time for them to ask for a replacement.

   "According to the contract, the newly born kingdom of Blackwater will have the three goddesses as its only legitimate belief, every church in the Church of the Holy Spirit will be torn down, every page of scriptures will be burned, and every missionary will be expelled."

  Simon said humbly.

  Silence…

"According to the contract, the operation of the law of stars will be abolished in the Blackwater Kingdom, the Mokers Lighthouse in the City of Thorns and the Serpent's Lighthouse in the Blacklight City will be closed, and the moon magic based on the three goddesses will be open to everyone, Spread the Gospel of the Goddess in this way."

   Still silence...

   "According to the contract, I will offer a sacrifice to each lord."

   Simon, who was kneeling on the ground, finally said.

   And this time, there was movement in that night sky.

   First whispered Queen Bilis, and his voice sounded first.

  ＋A sword＋

   The pitch-black knight sword "Judgment Four" lying on the side of Cass' Throne was pulled by a few spider silks and made a sound.

   Then came the voice of the Nightmare Lord.

  ＋One Soul Shard＋

   The huge sarcophagus surrounded by seven concentric circles in the center of the tomb cracked open with a "click", and a mist spread in, and then a dark crow feather was lifted out of it.

   The last is the answer from the rotten lady.

  ＋One seed＋

  The rotten vine also climbed up the sarcophagus and stretched into the crack, rolling out a pure white seed from it.

   Seeing this, Simon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Although it is not clear what purpose they want these things, fortunately they did not ask for more price.

   Before he could say a word of thanks, a huge roar suddenly erupted from Cass not far away, turning Simon's attention away.

  The man who looked crazy was twisting his arm bit by bit at the moment, just so that one hand could break free from the bondage.

   But does it make sense?

   What if there is no restraint on his body at this moment?

  Thinking of this, Simon looked at Cass with a hint of pity in his eyes.

   To be honest, he doesn't hate this man whose fate has always been manipulated by him. On the contrary, he also greatly appreciated the courage and tenacity of the other party.

   If he could be a little more selfish, a little more cowardly, or a little more hesitant in some choices, I am afraid this plan would not have gone so smoothly.

   In that case, you will also need to spend more effort on the layout to get to this point.

   But unfortunately, Cas is a real warrior.

   Even Simon sometimes thinks that if it wasn't because of the other's background that he was destined to be a sacrifice in this king-koo ceremony, maybe this straightforward swordsman would be a subordinate worthy of his recruiting and cultivation.

What a pity…

  So when Cas used his broken hand tremblingly squeezed out a Demon Sealing Rune from his pocket, Simon only showed a regretful expression without taking any preventive measures.

  It’s so pitiful, even if it’s like this, it’s still worthless struggle.

   Simon thought.

   A Demon Sealing Rune that can only seal a seventh-order spell at most depending on its size, what kind of waves can it make now?

The Nightmare Maid on the side of    also stood there and watched with interest, without any intention to stop it.

  Because the broken hand really didn't have the strength to crush it, Cas directly put the Demon Sealing Rune into his mouth and chewed it hard.

   Intense lightning shot out from his mouth, and then directly penetrated the blocked fog, opening a twisted space of lightning about three meters in front of him.

   Space beacons?

  Simon looked at the warped space suspiciously.

   Originally, he thought it would be an offensive spell, but he just put an auxiliary spell that illuminates the teleportation coordinates.

   But what can we do?

   At the same time, swords, feathers, and seeds, these three things as contract rewards, are gradually approaching the night sky projected on the dome of the tomb, led by the three Void Kings.

   But at the moment when the distorted space appeared, they stopped their movements at the same time.

  The eyes of the three nihilistic kings slammed into there.

  The distorted space exploded, and the "hissing" lightning splashed around like a snake, and the impact of the space breaking caused a burst of dust.

   When the dust dissipated, a man with gray hair, silver eyes, and a slightly vicissitudes face appeared there.

He was wearing a bone armor that was twisted like a flame, with countless rune totems engraved on it, and the light of ice blue and blood red flowed on it, and finally converged on a fist-sized black crystal in the center of the armor. .

   And in his hand he held a staff composed of pure frost, with a blood-red orb embedded in its top.

As soon as this person stood still, he didn't look at Cass who placed the teleportation beacon with the magic seal, nor did he pay attention to the Maid of Nightmare who was standing beside him, and he didn't even look at the man who was already in charge of the **** of death not far away. Simon Ward.

   "I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance just now."

  William Kane looked up at the three Void Kings above the night sky and said with great emotion.

   In the next moment, except for William, the voices of the three Void Kings resounded in the minds of everyone present.

   is no longer as aloof as before, with no emotion and no turbulent voice like contempt for ants.

   is a voice mixed with intense emotions such as hatred, puzzlement, and anger.

   two words.

   They only said two words.

   In other words, a title.

   In the Moon Realm, many powerful and ancient Moon Realm monsters, including the Void King, are reluctant to mention that person's name directly.

   And when they are talking about some topic that cannot get around that person, they will use this title to refer to him.

  +disaster+

   There is another chapter in the early morning, and I will adjust my schedule from tomorrow.

   (end of this chapter)