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 64 sixty-three

   Chapter 64 Chapter 63 The Horn of Kane

"Crossing the duke and mobilizing troops to evacuate the residents along the cemetery to the city of thorns, you must go to the scene to command and let the people see you. Then for the war mage in the mage hall, you only need to notify you, but you must Remember to list the list of people who did not respond, they are most likely to be contaminated with the Moon Realm, and it will be easier to clean up afterwards..."

   Before that man left, he instructed himself in detail on what to do next.

   "It shouldn't take long for me to solve the problem, so the undead who will eventually get out of trouble should not get out of control. Instead, you can make good use of this matter to create momentum for you, and remove some obstacles by the way..."

   In this regard, he asked worriedly:

   "Wait a minute, what if the Duke's ceremony has been completed now, then he is a complete..."

   "Complete authority? Ah, this is not something you should worry about... By the way, you should take this first."

   He said, and took out a quaint horn with a seven-pointed star inscribed from the crack in space.

  Vincent looked at the horn with a puzzled expression, and explained to him:

   "A wide-area appeasement spell is sealed inside, and it has also received the blessings of the Seven Holy Spirits, which can completely silence all the undead within a certain range. If something happens that you can't solve in time, just use it."

   The other side's description of the effect of the horn, Vincent recalled some well-known stories in the Blackwater Province, it was one of the many legends about how the tide of the undead of the rotten moon was stopped a thousand years ago.

   Recalling that the man in front of him had previously called himself the "Chief Judge", and a very absurd possibility emerged in Vincent's heart.

   Then he suppressed his excitement and asked:

   "Can I ask, what is the name of this horn?"

"Uh…"

   For this question, William was silent for a while.

   This is actually a reward he got in a quest line of the Church of the Holy Spirit. A horn that has been blessed by seven holy spirits can choose to engrave a halo-like spell in it when it is obtained, and after it is blown, it can briefly release a halo effect with a range that expands five times.

  Because he was about to advance the quest line of "The Tide of the Rotten Moon", he chose the halo effect of [Place the Undead] without thinking.

   Of course, in hindsight, it was really tasteless.

   All in all, this item is for the player to name himself after he gets it, and William also kept his usual simple naming style and directly named the horn "Kane's Horn".

   The taste of this naming is in the same line as when naming the trial weapons, they were numbered from one to twelve in the chronological order of acquisition.

   "Kane's Horn."

   William replied.

   This answer caused an uproar in Vincent's heart.

  The horn of the Holy Spirit that quelled the tide of the dead in the legend, the Kane Order has been searching for the holy relic for 800 years...

   "Then who are you?"

  William nodded and said:

   "Yes, I am the owner of this horn."

   "Really…really, is that the real Kane horn? You are the real Kane…"

   Another voice exclaimed earlier than Vincent.

Nezemar, who had just woken up, just happened to hear their last conversation. She ignored her powerless state at the moment. She stared at the quaint horn, trying to get out of the blanket that wrapped her with her hands and feet. Climb out naked.

   "Cough..."

   With the release of a [Sleep] spell, Nezemar stopped his movements and fell asleep quietly. William coughed lightly:

   "You take her back to the Rose Palace to assign tasks. I'll go to the Holy Sepulchre first, and I'll talk about the rest. By the way, do you have any final words you want to entrust to Simon?"

   This question silenced Vincent for a while, and finally he said:

"No."

  …

   Time goes back to the present.

  Vincent, the bishop and Nezemar stood on the city wall of Thorns City, and a line of fire extended from the city gate to the distance, which was a road sign lit for the emergency evacuation of the residents around the Thorns City.

  Under the **** of the black armored guards, the sparse escaped residents gradually gathered into a crowded crowd, and they entered the city through the gate under their feet with difficulty and slowly.

   And in the night in the direction of the cemetery not far away, a sea of ​​dense and uncountable dark green soul fires is advancing slowly and firmly at the position of the city gate.

   Occasionally, some more vigorous soul fires left the "ocean" and rushed to the position close to the residents' fleeing team.

   That is, the more advanced undead creatures could no longer hold back their desire for the living, and rushed over first. But they will soon be sent back to sleep by the magic swordsmen who are on guard around them.

   Is this what William meant by "things don't get out of hand"?

   Looking at the wave of undead that made his scalp tingle, Vincent thought.

   But considering that the man in the legend once subsided the tide of the undead that was dozens or hundreds of times larger than this, maybe for him, this is the state of "not out of control".

   "After all the inhabitants have withdrawn, then carry out a saturated magic attack on that undead wave, and study the flame-type master-level magic caster, who will be responsible for the most dense area."

  Thinking of this, Vincent turned back and said to the War Mage behind him.

   About one-third of the entire Mage Hall responded to his notification.

   This ratio makes Vincent very uneasy.

   "Master Vincent, but it's not enough for us to destroy so many undead. You can see that there are almost tens of thousands..."

"Then we must also destroy them all here, or when they are all scattered, the surrounding villages and towns are afraid that the problem of undead will not stop for several years. Now it is our best to gather them together. Opportunity."

   Vincent said decisively.

   At the same time, the bishop standing next to him said:

   "It seems that the last residents will be caught up. Where are they from? Half Moon Mill?"

   There was an amber light in his eyes as he spoke.

  Vincent also looked in that direction when he heard the words, but because he is not a student of transfiguration spells, he cannot use [Eagle Eyes] like a bishop to see what happened so far away.

   "Notify the magic swordsmen troops to cover them? Or open the portal here and take them first?"

   Behind Vincent, another Sage Seat Mage with a master title asked.

   Nezemar shook her head. She stared at the Kane horn in Vincent's hand and said:

   "No, the magic swordsman troop is too far away from there, and so many undead gather together, the strong undead magic will affect the stability of the portal, so..."

   She said brightly, "So I suggest giving that horn a try."

  Vincent sighed slightly.

   Now he has some doubts about whether the bishop and Nezemar are actually playing double reeds, just to let him try the truth of the horn.

  After all, William Kane is back now. After all, it needs a huge "miracle" to be corroborated before anyone can believe it.

  Otherwise it would be the same as those false enlighteners of the past.

but…

  Vincent recalled the first words William told him before assigning him this series of work.

   "Next, your mission is really only one, and that is to become a hero."

   Can an executioner like him still be a hero?

  Vincent used [Teleport] with a wry smile, and as the electric light flickered, he came to the front of the wave of undead.

   The dust was flying and the sound of bones crashing together into a wave.

   Facing the unending tide of undead in front of him, he picked up the horn.

   The distant sound of the horn seemed to echo throughout the Blackwater Province,

  At the moment, not only those undead in front of Vincent, including those wandering in the cemetery, all stopped.

   At the top of the city, Nezemar nervously held Kane's icon, staring at the location where Vincent teleported from afar.

  As the distant horn sounded, the icon of Kane in her hand suddenly trembled.

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   (end of this chapter)