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 325 value

  Suppressing the unorganized riots outside the White House is not difficult for the well-trained troops of the high elves. The high elf warriors walking on the "road" have inherited the experience of generations of their fathers. No matter what race's standards are used, they are the mortal troops with the highest individual quality in this world.

   In contrast, the forest elves evolved from the high elves, after thousands of years of degeneration, in the absence of organization and leadership, can only be described as mobs.

  It was just Remedios' previous order, but it made the suppression work of these elite fighters directly difficult to several levels.

She does not allow the deadly force used by the high elf fighters under her command—except for dealing with the tree spirits and beast spirits attacking from the outside of the field, this Shadow Queen, who is usually tough, does not even allow her troops to take away The life of any elf clansman.

   But why? Even as potential allies, blood relatives of the same race in the past, in this emergency situation, it should be dealt with in a special case, right? What is the reason that the lonely dictator who once participated in the war with the expeditionary fleet of the Riel Empire, whose deeds were written into legendary stories, agreed to this level of compromise?

  Similar questions only hovered in the minds of these fighters for a few seconds. They are the purest soldiers, as long as they accept the order, they will not ask too many questions-this is also the inheritance that their parents have strengthened in the depths of their souls.

  Some people also call it shackles or curses.

  No matter what, with the chanting of incantations one after another, the spells of the earth system trapped the calves of those rioters, while the spells of the illusion system blocked the angry will of those people. Even if a few people broke free, they were thrown to the ground by the shield guards around the magister-in the end, it was the bone White House guards who had stayed behind that caused far more kin killings than them.

  The time gained thus allowed the remaining magisters in Ava Continent to restart the enchantment previously destroyed by the "beast lord". As the enchantment of the Bone White House was repaired, they separated the larger number of rioting people outside again.

   "Repairing the enchantment is not protecting ourselves, but protecting them."

  The high elf officer who led the command pointed to the people outside and explained to the Bone White House Guard Captain on the side.

  If the tall "beast lord" did not appear on the opposite side, then it can be said that he is completely at ease right now. But at this moment, every time the deity with the antler crown takes a step forward, the sky behind him will be stained with blood by the blood moon, which symbolizes hunting and wildness, and the unparalleled terrifying pressure moves towards everyone on this side. People crushed them.

Seeing the tall hunting **** who was only heard in myths and legends, slowly but firmly approaching them, or in other words, the bone white house guarded behind them, the captain of the guard in charge of palace defense swallowed Taking a mouthful of saliva, he forcibly stopped the trembling of his knees and asked:

   "You... all those wizards combined, can you stop His steps?"

  The high elf officer immediately shook his head when he heard the words:

   "That is the projection of a real god, even if it takes the lives of all of us, it is impossible."

  The face of the captain of the guard turned livid in an instant, but before he could say anything, the high elf continued calmly:

   "But you only need to have the courage to face him and not kneel down, because... our Lord Continent can stop him."

  As his words fell, three arrows that swept through the fierce storm flew towards the white giant wrapped in animal skin and wearing an antler crown from another direction, faster than his own voice. The latter turned his head, and for the first time let his eyes leave the Bone White House not far away, and turned to look in the direction of the arrow.

   Then, accompanied by a beast howl that could shake the earth, he slammed the flint spear in his hand to the ground, and countless wild beast ghosts appeared in the air instantly as if flames were ignited.

  The storm brought by the arrows was blown away by the howling beast, and the three arrows were bitten by the countless wild beasts, and disappeared in an instant.

  A blond high elf in light leather armor appeared between the flashes of lightning. At this moment, she was holding the transparent longbow tightly in her hand, looking at the eyes of the "beast master" full of violence and wildness.

   "Catched up with..."

   Remedios whispered. On the belt around her waist was firmly tied a simple and simple soul box.

   "As a result, this time it's up to you to make the choice again, Neh..."

  Her voice seemed to be complaining, and also seemed to be paying homage.

  ...

After saying this, William stopped talking, and just quietly waited for the other party's reply—it was as if Neh was quietly waiting for William to tell the His end result was mediocre.

  Since the other party at this moment is already a part of the Hungry Lady, Neh, who also has the same vision as the King of Nothingness, should be able to know what happened in this world before across multiple timelines.

   Because of this, William didn't explain anything more. After all, the other party's aloof attitude after seeing him already explained everything.

   But at least this time, he didn't intend to help the other party make any choices out of so-called "good intentions".

   "Lord Judge..."

   Didn’t even look at the [Seed of Hope] in William’s hand, Neh was silent for a while and said slowly:

   "Right now, I just want to figure out one thing..."

   "Why did I hide your soul box back then?"

  William asked with a sigh. Facing this, the only member of the jury that he would feel guilty about, his voice was very soft.

   Neh nodded heavily.

   sighed again, facing him William didn’t want to lie:

   "If I tell you, I knew back then that as long as I return that soul box to you, you will die, do you believe it?"

   "But now it seems that if I died like that back then, it would have brought a better ending."

   To this, Neh replied very calmly.

"So this time I will absolutely respect your opinion. As long as you are willing, I will use the remaining [Seed of Hope] to pull you back from death and fate to the present world. From countless timelines, find A possibility for you to survive normally."

   Regarding this, William seriously brought the topic back.

   Camilla didn't have much time left for him.

   "That is to find a possibility for me to survive normally from the countless timelines you have experienced, right?"

   Neh still replied very calmly, as if what he was talking about at this moment was not his own destiny.

  William opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"The real Nihe died long ago on the day he was transformed into a lich. After that, all that exists in this world is the remnant soul left by the hungry lady. What you met, what you fought for They are all just the reverberations left by the void king in this world. Therefore, even if you consume this precious [Seed of Hope], what will be reborn in the end is just another self that cannot be redeemed."

   Neh continued.

   "But to me, that's the real you."

  William answered firmly immediately.

"For me... my true self had already died that day. Now I am just another filthy soul with the same origin as the king of nothingness, using Nehe's name and memory to serve the things he once cherished Everything brings disaster.

   Neh looked at William seriously, and then continued:

   "So, please tell me another option? Since you asked that before, I believe you must have prepared a more interesting plan,"

  Hearing what the other party said, William closed his eyes and sighed lightly.

   After a long time, the calamity of the moon opened his eyes again:

   "If you are not willing to be reborn in this world with your original identity, then I must ensure that your death is worth enough."

  The previous hesitation and guilt faded from his tone, and at this moment his voice seemed to be hitting an iron felt.

   "For example, completely destroy a void king."