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 255 this side
Chapter 255 This Side
The smoke from the explosion of the spell obscured the sight of both parties.
Immediately, a strong wind blew past, cutting the thick smoke in half neatly like a sharp blade slashing through paper.
"Nezmaar" appeared in front of the slashed smoke screen wrapped in a whirlwind, and the edge of the smoke screen rolled up like a sliced paper.
Her hands covered with moss and scars clenched the silver evil rapier, and bursts of white smoke hissed from her palms.
"That person... seems to have run away."
Her tone was calm, it sounded as if a mosquito had escaped.
"Frallo" wearing an antler crown walked to the position beside her and said:
"Stay vigilant, maybe it's still hiding around here."
But apparently Nezemar didn't think so. The silver rapier returned to its sheath with a "clang", and she walked straight to Elier, who was tied to the roots, closed her eyes and began to sing the incantation.
The last stanza ended, and a swirling vortex of emerald green runes lit up around her.
"I can be sure that the other party is no longer here."
It was only then that she explained that.
The rune lit up, and those roots gradually wriggled and loosened, throwing the imperial ambassador from a height of about two meters.
"Bangdang" fell to the ground, Elier rolled on the ground in a frenzy for two times, and finally groaned on the ground and complained that the other party's actions were too rough.
In response, Nezemar stepped forward quickly and turned him over with his boots.
"You fucking…"
"Who was that man next to you just now?"
Ignoring the other party's blurted cursing, Nezemar asked directly.
At this moment, just because she had just used the life-type spell, traces of burns were constantly appearing on her body. But her expression did not change in the slightest—it was not because she had endured by her own will and did not appear to have changed, but she was like a painless patient, completely unaware of the changes in her body.
"Man? What man?"
Irael asked strangely.
"that is…"
Nezmar opened her mouth to say something, but just uttered two words, her expression froze for a while. That look of hesitating to speak, as if trying to recall a dream that has been forgotten. After hesitating for a long time, she finally put down her raised hand, and her expression returned to her previous indifference, or numbness.
"It looks like you have found this underground resistance stronghold."
Like a poor drama actor, she said in a mechanical tone.
"So our deal is settled then? I'll help you find this place, and you hand the blind girl back to me."
"Irael" got up from the ground, grinned open the corners of his cracked mouth, and showed a smile as if he had succeeded in a conspiracy.
"But I should have said before, don't cause unnecessary killing, right?"
"Frallo", whose half face was already hideous, walked over. She pointed to the corpses on the ground not far away, and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Are you expecting me to not even resist? I wanted to discuss it with them, but they immediately took action when they saw me... I'm just self-defense, don't you think?"
Said, Elaire looked at the surviving forest elves, opened her mouth full of maggots, and showed a cheerful smile.
The forest elves who were squatting and shivering suddenly shrank their necks back, but this made the smile on Elier's face froze.
"So afraid of what I will do, I won't eat you..."
he said a little depressed.
Frallo ignored those people, but made a waving gesture behind him, and then the ebony who was bound all over was escorted up.
"Okay, now that all the evidence is here, what else do you want to quibble about?"
Flaro turned to look at the man and asked.
The ebony expression that was escorted up looked very tired. Probably a normal person has been in a lunatic asylum for a long time, and he can't tell whether he is crazy or the world is crazy.
"I don't quite understand what you're trying to 'prove'."
said numbly ebony.
"You used your status as a listener of the Holy Tree to hide the prisoner I sentenced to death."
"Frallo" said so.
"I'm just trying to save the city as much as I can... the few normal people."
he replied feebly.
"So, are you trying to challenge the order of Sacred Tree City in this way?"
"Sacred Tree City?"
Ebony raised his head upon hearing this, and forced a wry smile on his face.
"Dead Tree City is almost the same..."
"This is your answer?"
Flaro asked with a frown.
"Anyway, no matter how I point out the truth, you won't believe it, will you?"
Ebony, who was placed in front of the Undead Duke, answered.
Then, as if he could not hold it anymore, he took a deep breath and said like a barrage of cannons:
"Or, do you want to hear the truth again? The truth is that all of you are already dead. In fact, the history you left behind is nothing but nothing. In fact, the holy tree mother you believe in is just a dead corpse. ...but no matter how many times I say it, you just pretend you didn't hear it and go on with your hilarious play. Pretend you're alive, pretend you're normal, pretend you're really in Ravenwood right now, not someone In the illusion created by the superior existence, or something else."
"But can you really hear what I'm saying?"
"Frallo" looked at the man in front of him, his fingers tapped the magic agent in his hand rhythmically. After a long while, she looked at Nezemar in a daze and asked:
"Do you understand what he just said?"
…
When the smoke cleared, William, who was chanting a non-lethal spell and intending to counterattack, saw Flaro and his party looking at him nervously.
As if everything just happened was just an illusion - they had no rotting faces, exposed gums, and no inexplicable attack intentions.
William turned his head to look at the previous forest elves. This time, in the vision of [Life Detection], he could no longer see the silhouettes of those people.
This…
With his full willpower, he didn't think what he just saw would be a scene woven by illusion. Even if the Lord of Nightmares himself cast illusions on him, it would not be so real.
In other words, what I saw before was the real scene…
So… did you just jump the timeline?
Thinking of this, he extinguished the spell in his hand, and then released the imperial ambassador who was tied to the root of the tree with his backhand.
"Bangdang" fell to the ground, and Elier rolled on the ground twice, then fell on the ground without saying a word - he didn't dare to make a sound.
"Be honest here."
Leaving this sentence behind, William walked to the group that followed.
"Did someone sneak attack just now? I saw that your magic barrier was activated."
Nezemar asked cautiously while turning his head and guarding his back.
She could see clearly before that the Lord Inquisitor was singing spells in their direction.
"Have you been here all the time?"
William asked.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean by 'always here'. But we just followed Mr. Ebony's instructions, and we didn't encounter anything strange on the way, nor did we hear anything strange. The voice... so what happened just now, Mr. Presiding Judge?"
Nezmar replied immediately.
On the side, Flaro seemed to have guessed what William meant, and immediately asked:
"Could it be that you just went to the 'other side'?"
William nodded slowly.
"It only stayed for a few minutes, and then came back. By the way, I went to the other side with me, and this guy."
William said and pointed to Elier, who was lying on the ground with a corpse.
"You're on the other side, did you see anything?"
Looking at the surrounding dust that has not yet subsided, Flaro asked cautiously.
"I saw you guys... Of course, you guys who don't seem to be in good shape."
William answered with careful choice of words.
Flaro understood what it meant, so she didn't ask any further questions, and immediately turned her eyes to Elier.
"You said he just went with you on the 'other side'?"
She pointed at Elier who seemed to be pretending to be dead and asked.
William nodded, but before he opened his mouth to describe what had happened here before, Elis, who was beside him, suddenly got out from under Nezemal's arm.
Her blindfolded eyes stared at Elier lying on the ground and said:
"Your Excellency the Presiding Judge... Please allow me to correct one point, it is not the other side that he went with you, but the other side that you went with him."
The world reflected in the eyes of God cannot be described in words, just as you cannot describe what color is to a blind person. Therefore, describing time as a thread is merely a metaphor. At this moment, in Elis's eyes, the thread of time on the body of the imperial ambassador was divided into two sections like a untied rope, and was slowly re-woven together.
In other words, the shadows of the two possibilities are constantly overlapping.
In other words, his personal time was broken into two parts by some force, and now he is slowly healing.
As for what time the power broke, considering what the other party had done before…
"That is to say... Killing the undead that crossed our timeline can break time to a certain extent and go to another timeline?"
After listening to Elis' description, William could only come to this conclusion.
Elis nodded, and then continued with some doubts:
"Having said that, he should be the only one who can temporarily jump to another timeline. It's just that for some reason, you also passed by next to him. I don't know why this happened - at least on you. Time is intact. Or, I'm even skeptical that something can break it."
In her vision, if the image of time in normal people is a slender thread, then in this presiding judge, the image of time she can see... is almost similar to the thick marijuana used by ships to drop anchors rope.
(end of this chapter)
