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 283 let her go

   Chapter 283 Let her go

   As the name of Remedios Moon Shadow rang out, the entire Canopy Temple fell into a brief silence.

  Including Flaro, who stumbled to his feet on the altar, everyone in the temple turned their attention to the blond high elf woman in a light bronze colored glass armor.

   In this shadow queen who has ruled Ava Continent for thousands of years, they have neither felt the majesty of the superior, nor the unique sense of oppression of the demigod powerhouse.

   The feeling of her standing there is not much brighter than that of a mass of air, and her presence is so weak that even her own shadow cannot be projected.

   That is a kind of detached indifference as if everything, including himself, can be ignored.

   Her eyes were like a pool of clear stagnant water. If anyone tried to stare at her pupils to see some mood swings, they probably wouldn't be able to see anything except their own reflection.

   Even Sigmund, who was shot by an arrow, did not show the slightest emotion on his face after he gritted his teeth and shouted the name "Remedios".

   She didn't even turn her head to look at the archbishop of the Second Order, as if he wasn't worth her wasting time.

   Remedios kept her eyes fixed on someone in the center of the temple.

   To be more specific, it is the body of the Sacred Tree Duke who needs to support the altar to stand firm, Flaro Kane.

   Coincidentally, the other party was also staring at her.

   And in his eyes there was a distinct emotion that might be called provocation.

"where is he?"

   Remedios asked straight-to-the-point without answering the other side's quizzes, her voice was as clear as an ice cube falling into a glass.

   "Who knows?"

   shrugged his shoulders very frivolously, and Flaro replied in a hoarse voice.

   She speaks with a very weird pronunciation, it sounds like she just learned to speak not too long ago.

After   , she let go of the hand holding the altar and stabilized her body with some difficulty.

  After swaying for a while, she took two steps forward and staggered to the soul box placed in the groove of the altar.

  Frallo's fingers rubbed the weathered marks on the soul box and continued:

   "However, since he did not return to 'this side', it is only possible that he was left 'over there'."

   "Whoosh!"

   "Boom!"

The sound of shooting and hitting sounded at about the same time, and a transparent arrow pinned directly to Flaro's right hand that stretched out and stroked the soul box, almost rubbing the outside of her thumb and submerging into the altar, accompanied by a trembling tail. The sound of "humming" swayed a vague afterimage.

   "The next arrow will not miss."

   Remedios' unchanging tone sounded less like a threat and more like some kind of notification.

   At this moment, she is holding a delicate longbow that emits bright moonlight. On the slender bowstring like spider silk, another transparent arrow is ready to go.

   "If I destroy this soul box, then your presiding judge will not be able to come back."

   "Frallo"'s hand froze on the quaint box, not daring to take the next step. But she looked directly at the other arrow that was flashing with cold light, and said without giving up.

   "You can try to see if you can do it yourself."

Remedios immediately replied that this time she was wearing a special arrow called [Cause and Effect] on the bowstring—unless it is protection enough to distort the cause and effect, this is a more absolute surefire than the God-level frost spell [Declaration]. arrow.

  Before coming here, the judge had already told her the details of his plan in detail. She naturally knew that the soul box was Neh's relic, and definitely not something that the other party could easily destroy within ten seconds.

   And ten seconds was enough to shoot seventeen arrows full of magic power.

   "You misunderstood, I'm not threatening you with this soul box."

   In response, "Frallo" smiled and shook his head.

"I mean, as long as this soul box is still here, your Lord Judge will be able to follow that poor soul back to 'this side'. There is no such thing as killing me between us now. A living contradiction."

   She stopped as she spoke, and carefully observed whether the expression on the face of the high elf in front of her fluctuated.

   And of course, there is no fluctuation.

   As if sighing for the other party's incomprehensible amorous feelings, she continued:

   "As for my purpose, just as the bishop said just now, I just want to leave here with the 'Duke of the Holy Tree', and it will not affect what you are going to do next."

   Having said this, "Frallo" stopped again. Seeing that the expression on Remedios' face remained unchanged, she spoke with some impatience in her voice.

   "So what do you mean? Do you have to kill us all here, or just let us leave like this and wait here for your Lord Judge to return?

   "Of course, if he can come back...but if you really believe him as rumored, then I guess you'll make the right choice."

   Remedios did not reply, but kept drawing her bow like a marble statue.

   "Frallo" did not speak anymore, but patiently waited for the other party's answer.

   For a long time, Remedios slowly put down the Liuliyue in her hand, and the arrows held by her fingertips turned into countless transparent debris and disappeared. At the same time, the arrows that sank into the altar and the arrows that completely penetrated Sigmund's arm also turned into transparent debris and disappeared.

With    in the quiver behind her, three arrows as transparent as glass were formed from countless transparent debris from the void.

"get out."

   It was beyond everyone’s expectations, Remedios said.

   "Frallo" laughed out loud when he heard this.

   "I know, I know... You are a person who will judge the situation, otherwise you will not rule the Awa continent for thousands of years..."

"roll."

   Remedios raised her tone of voice.

   "Frallo" immediately raised his hands, indicating that he would not say anything more. Immediately, he staggered, walked over and covered his wound on his knees without saying a word. Sigmund pulled it up and dragged him to the door.

   However, at this moment, a tall figure stopped in front of her.

  Secretary Gareth Wolfyan stood in front of the "Duke of the Holy Tree" like an iron tower.

   "Frallo" looked up at the guy with the wolf face tattoo in confusion, and asked curiously:

   "What? You still want to come with me? Although I welcome this, but..."

   "No matter what is inside now, you can't just take Lord Flaro's body away."

  Gary's voice trembled slightly.

   No matter how sluggish he was, he could see that it was not the soul of the Duke he served who was manipulating this body at the moment.

   But since the other party was able to make the famous Remedios finally choose to compromise, he naturally knew that to the other party, he was just an ant-like existence. There is absolutely no way to stop the opponent by himself.

   But if you can't do it, it doesn't mean you shouldn't do it.

   "Frallo" heard the words and turned to look at Remedios, who seemed to mean, "You can't blame me for that."

"Wait a moment…"

   Remedios, who didn't expect the forest elf on the side to suddenly appear to disrupt the situation, immediately opened her mouth to stop her.

   But it was still a step too late, because before her words passed, the entire temple became silent.

   "Frallo"'s eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and countless pitch-black miasmas emerged around her, and then several jet-black strange-shaped weapons with serrated teeth condensed and formed.

  Gary felt that the whole world had become silent.

   A strange touch came from his internal organs, and then the whole world became even more silent.

   (end of this chapter)