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 8 no sooner said than done

  Chapter 8 Walk the talk

   "Why not just kill my contractor?"

  White ringworm looked at the man in front of him and asked.

   It was exposed in the range of [Frozen Wasteland], and it was covered with a thin layer of frost. The fine shards of ice flying in the storm constantly cut open gaps in its flesh and blood, but it completely ignored it.

   "Kill him, your anchor point with the world will be gone, didn't I say it? I don't want you to go back to your hometown in the Moon Realm early."

"why?"

   Zhou Mu smiled slightly and waved the Withering Cold in his hand. Lightning flashed, a deep portal opened, and an ice giant with a body shape comparable to a staggering demon slowly walked out of it.

  【Frost Samurai】

   "Because I still have something to test, and I said before..."

What    said, Zhou Mu didn't go on, just waved the Frost Samurai to step forward, and the tall ice crystal giant smashed the white ringworm with his fist as heavy as an anvil.

"bump!"

   The Staggering Demon didn't dodge or parry, and let the opponent's fist hit him, and at the same time slashed at the Frost Samurai with a rust knife.

  “Click!”

   Both sides attacked regardless of the defense, but the Samurai's seemingly heavy fist did not even shake the white ringworm, and its rusty knife cut a large piece of ice from the opponent.

   Baixuan grinned, the green light on the rusty knife flourished, fighting with the Samurai.

   "Okay, let's start with apprentice-level damage spells."

   Gently tapped the Withering Cold in his hand, and Zhou Mu started a new test.

   The Staggering Demon and the Frost Samurai are like two tumblers. You punch me, and I punch you hot. But both are rough-skinned tank characters, and the two sides won't be able to tell the winner for a while with their own output alone.

   Another blow shattered a large piece of ice, and before the white ringworm could retract the knife, several whistling wind blades slashed on its body, instantly slashing several bone-deep openings.

   Good, go ahead…

   That magic caster finally started to use aggressive spells.

   Tinea versicolor not only did not panic, but felt a little bit of joy.

  The ferocious wound caused by the wind blade began to wriggle, and dense hyphae appeared on both sides of the wound. Most of them hooked up with each other to heal the wound, and some of the mycelia protruded out of the body.

   When the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mycelium that protruded out of the body also grew and expanded, and then silently exploded and spewed out colorful spore clouds.

The    is so bright that the morbid spore cloud lingered around the white ringworm, and the Frost Samurai, who had fought back and forth with it, began to slow down.

   slashed the body of the samurai again, but this time it was no longer just smashing the ice debris on the ground.

  Several cracks extended from the position of the White Ringworm Slash, and then cracked like a cobweb, and the Frost Samurai was directly cut into pieces all over the ground by this blow.

  The shards were filled with bright fungi.

   Blessing of the Hungry Lady.

   Feeding on its own flesh and blood, it breeds corrupt new life.

After    shattered the Frost Samurai, White Ringer planned to turn around and deal with the magic caster, but he didn't want to turn around when a flash of lightning struck him head-on.

"Well…"

  White Ringworm shook his head, its chest was scorched black by the lightning, but at the same time, under the scorched black, the abnormally lush life began to wriggle again.

   A denser cloud of spores filled its surroundings and spread farther. Not far away, a Frost Samurai who was taller than just now strode towards it.

"and also?"

  White ringworm spit out dark green saliva on the ground, and greeted him with a knife.

   "Okay, I'll see how long you can last."

  …

   Liliana couldn't understand what was happening in front of her.

  Summon, Storm, Thunder, Fire, Frost, Shadow, Necromancy, Life, Illusion…

   She numbly counted how many types of spells the person used. The law of the stars stipulated that each person could only study three types of spells at most, which seemed like a joke to him.

Even if he is a heretic mage, he shouldn't be able to use spells with so many attributes... You must know that even the heretic who set off the "Blighted Disaster" fifty years ago, the spell system studied is only five It's just a species.

   And more than that…

   Liliana studied at Offa University in Blackwater Province, although her talent was mediocre, only at the level of an apprentice. But in the most authoritative mage school in Heishui Province, her theoretical foundation is extremely solid. It can be said that the common spells in the ninth-order and thirteen-series spells stipulated by the law of the stars, she can know their theories and effects.

   But among the dozen or so spells that man had used, at least two-thirds of them had never been heard of. Not only that, the effects of those spells were also incredible, which directly challenged her understanding of the nature of magic.

   "The illusory blade extending from his staff just now is an illusion spell from the fluctuation of magic power, right..."

   she muttered to herself.

   Since it's an illusion spell, why was it able to chop off the arm of that moon monster with a single knife?

   Is her understanding of illusion spells fundamentally wrong?

  The battle continued, and more and more spells she couldn't understand were cast from the man's hands.

   As the monster's injuries gradually deepened, the mist that emanated from its body became thicker and wider, and the range spread farther and farther.

  Whether it is a bird parked on a branch, a squirrel climbing in the forest, or an insect in the soil, as long as any life comes into contact with the mist, it will start to twitch and roll, and will struggle to die in a short while.

   On their corpses, dense mycelium grew out of every hole, and then continued to expand and explode to release new mist.

   Liliana could see clearly, just when she was terrified to escape the foggy area. The sunbird pendant that the man had previously asked her to wear shone slightly, and a faint golden barrier appeared around her.

  The mist instantly melted after touching the barrier, leaving only a stench like charred feathers.

  Liliana subconsciously touched the simple pendant on her chest and looked up at the battlefield not far away.

   There, the bright mist was so thick that it was impossible to see what was happening inside. Only the constant fighting sounds and the brilliance of spells flashing from time to time proved that the battle was still going on.

  …

   White Ringworm roared and shattered the few Frost Samurai, and then looked at the magic caster. This time, the other party finally did not summon a new Frost Oath in front of him.

At this time, there is no intact place on the body of the white ringworm, but with the blessing of the rotten lady, all the wounds are healing quickly, and even the hand that was cut off before has gradually grown a pure A deformed limb made of intertwined hyphae.

   The mycelium extended out of its body more and more, and the endless spore mist was exhaled from it like a lit wolf smoke.

  The white ringworm slowly approached the man. The other party neither summoned a new meat shield nor used a magic attack, but just stood quietly in place.

   It is estimated that the magic power has bottomed out, so it has already won this battle.

   When a magic caster runs out of magic power, he has already lost.

   To tell the truth, this battle was very dangerous, and there were several times when it was really only a little bit about to be completely banished by that magic caster.

   But fortunately, the other party just stopped attacking a few times, and forcibly missed the opportunity to kill.

   is also due to his blessing. The blessing of the rotten lady has been maximized in its continuous injury and rebirth, and the immeasurable curse poured out of its wounds, turning the surrounding into a real dead place.

   "I have to say, I quite admire you. As a mortal, under such a concentration of curse, the flesh and blood have not been devoured."

  White Ringworm walked three steps away from the magic caster and stopped, thinking about the angle from which he should chop off his head.

   The other party remained indifferent.

   "What? Don't summon those puppets that are just like that?"

"no need."

   The other party replied indifferently, his voice was much more hoarse than before.

"no need?"

   "Everything that can be verified from you has been verified."

  White ringworm sneered, ready to walk over to chop off his still stubborn head, but just tried to walk, but found that he couldn't lift his feet at all.

   It lowered its head, and a dark quagmire appeared under its feet, from which countless pale hands stretched out and grabbed it, pulling it in and out.

   "Didn't you ask before, why didn't I just kill your contractor and let you go back to your hometown in the Moon Realm?"

   Just when the white ringworm was struggling to break free from it, the white-haired and silver-eyed magic caster walked in front of it and looked down at the white ringworm whose most of the body was pulled into the dark quagmire.

   "I have told your contractor before, and I will tell you again now."

   "You two are going to die today."

   (end of this chapter)