My Weakest Little Brother Has Become A Demon King After Being Sealed For 1000 Years

2022-03-17

Chapter 83 Leiden

Crowfeather Prophet saw the piece of soul in William’s hands Fragment, feeling the familiar aura above, stammered and asked:

“But but… It was the presiding judge who stopped the tide of the undead in the garden, but he still had a hard time imagining snatch the soul fragments from the hands of the Void King.

Is it possible to grab something from a Void King?

William didn’t answer the other party’s question. After being silent for a few seconds, he took the soul fragment back into the storage space and said calmly:

“I’d better follow me first. Tell me about the soul fragment that was sealed in the underground of black light city.”

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Black light city, Jiaoyu Lane.

A mysterious person, wrapped in a gray robe, with his face tightly covered, was walking on a blackboard stone road full of sewage and rotting rat corpses. He looked back from time to time, as if he was Check to see if anyone is following you.

He turned left and right along the labyrinthine alleys, deliberately detouring several times in the meantime, and finally stopped in front of an underground wine cellar covered with green moss.

Finally, he turned around to confirm that no one was following him, and then he knocked on the dilapidated wine cellar door according to a certain pattern.

After a while, the closed trapdoor on the door opened, and sharp eyes looked towards him through the rusted grid.

“Take off your mask and get your spell agent in here.”

The man behind the door said in a dispassionate tone.

His tone barely fell, a hidden mechanism above the door turned, and a small door specially used to store visitors’ weapons was opened on this seemingly dilapidated door, with the seal rune inscribed on it.

“Come on, don’t you know me?”

Gray robed man seemed to replied angrily when he heard the other party’s rude words.

Running from Thorn City to this place, worrying about spies all day long was enough to make him feel humiliated. It’s hard to find here, and he has to take away his spell agent, which is simply a direct insult to him, who was once a powerful man.

“Take off the mask, put the spell medium in, don’t let me repeat this third time.”

The man said the same tone.

The man in gray looked angrily at the man in the door, but the other’s eyes were still ancient well without ripples. After a stalemate for a few seconds, he had to silently recite “people under the eaves” in his heart, and then took off his mask.

This person is the adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage Hall previously under Vincent’s hands.

It’s just that he looks like a homeless man now, compared to how elegant and pedantic he was before. His clothes were ragged, his face was tired, his hair and beard were too messy because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

He gritted his teeth and took out a spell medium with a child’s skull embedded in it from his robe and stuffed it into the small door according to the other party’s instructions.

The mechanism on the door turned, his spell intermediary was stowed in, and the man inside closed the trapdoor.

From behind the door came a series of sounds of door locks being opened, hinges being removed, and spells being shut down. After a full minute, the seemingly dilapidated wooden door was opened.

“Come in, former Adjutant of the Rose Palace Mage’s Hall, former Lord Black Blood, Lord Leiden.”

A man wearing silver chain mail and holding a pair of The man with the dagger engraved with blood-colored lines opened the door for him. Although his tone was still as calm as before, the content of what he said was full of sarcasm.

The words “before” and “used to” sound particularly harsh to Layton, who has been stripped of all his titles and wanted as a heretic mage.

But in the face of the facts, what else could he say?

Would a janitor’s remarks like “Vincent’s old bastard be just a whim, sooner or later I’ll spit out all his principal and interest” would make the other person laugh Big tooth’s cruel words?

Lyden finally had to give the man a fiercely look, and then walked into the underground secret room disguised as a wine cellar without saying a word.

But he stopped before he took a few steps. He turned his head and looked towards the door. At this time, the man raised the sword in his hand as if blocking something.

“What’s wrong?”

Leighton asked in a displeased tone.

“It can’t come in either.”

The man raised his sword and pointed to the empty place.

“I said, are you still the so-called gift sect to spread the gospel of Moon Realm? As a Moon Realm contractor, can’t I even bring my own contract object with me?”

Leighton got angry all of a sudden, being taken away as a matchmaker by spell and being taunted at the same time was enough to irritate him. Right now, the other party has to even bring in the spirit of the Moon Realm who has signed a contract with him, his last reliance, so isn’t he really 100% at the mercy of the other party?

“This is the meaning of the headmaster. All the people participating in this meeting are not allowed to bring in their contracted counterparts.”

The other party continued with the same tone.

“Then what are you holding in your hand?”

Lyden asked, looking at the dagger with blood-colored patterns that were constantly changing in the opponent’s hand.

He could see that there was a blood blade demon in that sword.

The Bloodblade Demon, the clan of the dead blood king Brand.

They prefer to choose knifesmiths rather than magic casters as their anchor to reality. Once they successfully come to the world, they will encourage the swordsmith to create a “Peerless Demon Sword”, and in the final stage of forging the sword, they will bewitch or directly control their contract object to sacrifice for this “Divine Weapon” Open the front, let your anchor point transfer to the sword.

Everyone who wields the Demon Sword will be controlled by the Demon Sword.

A fable that is widely circulated in the empire – a young and vigorous man seeks a powerful “Divine Weapon” in order to defeat an opponent he could not defeat. After many hardships, he drew his sword and defeated his opponent, but he also fell into a bloodthirsty madness, and finally ushered in a complete depravity.

The prototype of this story is based on the weapon contaminated by the blood blade demon.

“Not good, I should be more explicit.”

The man waved the Demon Sword in his hand, and suddenly in the empty air, A few dark green liquids flowed down out of thin air.

Lyden felt a pain in his etheric domain, followed by a dull growl.

“It’s all the losers who participated in this meeting. They can’t bring their contractors in.”

The man looked at Leighton’s face flushed with anger said.

“After all, under the new order in the future, you losers should be deeply grateful if you can find a place to live.”

(End of this chapter)

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