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 313 shear
Chapter 313 Snip
After the previous living saint suddenly and strangely disappeared in the secret room, the entire underground root system immediately experienced a violent earthquake, and the surrounding roots also began to squirm.
Remedios saw a similar situation hundreds of years ago—after Nehe completed her reincarnation ceremony, the entire underground root system suddenly came alive as it is now.
Having had a similar experience, she didn't think too much about it, and directly grabbed the two people around her and ran out quickly.
It was also at this time that they heard an intermittent voice echoing in their ears.
"All the forest elves...I am Fulla...we...please accept...the fate of being dead long ago."
Hearing this voice, Remedios pulled the collar of Nazemar immediately said:
"That's Fulalo's voice, and the tone is exactly the same as when she spoke before."
Running at a high speed, she was filled with wind as soon as she opened her mouth, but Nezemar still managed to hear her words clearly.
"Isn't the real Furralo in another timeline? And William hasn't come back either."
Remedios, who led the two of them and was able to swiftly dodge those roots, said so.
Elis, who was held by her in the other hand, replied after hearing the words:
"No, the two current timelines are intertwined by the power of the moon. What we do here can affect the other side, and vice versa, the other side will also affect us."
"how can that be?"
Remedios subconsciously refused to admit this, because if this was the case, then wouldn't the law of causality, which is regarded by mortals as the cornerstone of cognition, become something that could be distorted by powerful lunar existences.
But if she didn't explain it this way, then the question that had been lingering in her mind before would have no answer.
Where did the arrow named "Karma" go that I just shot?
...
"Surprised to see yourself?"
Crossed the heavy stone door and walked slowly into the conference hall. The elongated shadow of the man cut the moonlight outside the door in half.
Fullalo didn't answer her question. Instead, she held on to her crumbling will and waved her hand to give the order to attack the entire hall.
Several dark green undead crawled out of the exaggerated patterns on the floor with rusty swords in their hands, and a frost storm mixed with countless razor-sharp ice blades gathered above each other's heads at the same time.
Facing the power that could easily cut herself apart, the woman with the same face as Fu Lalo just snapped her fingers lightly.
The two menacing spells disappeared in an instant, as if they were canceled by Fullalo himself.
"Aren't you more surprised?"
Seeing the change of expression on Fu Lalo's face on the throne, the man continued to ask.
Fularo still didn't reply, her pierced throat couldn't make a sound that was more orderly than a roar. At this moment, all her energy was devoted to maintaining [Mirror Shadow] and continuing to complete her mission.
But on the other hand, she also knew the general identity of the other party.
Needless to say, the woman in front of her who looks exactly like herself is exactly Furalo Kane from another timeline.
Or in other words, manipulating a certain existence of his own body on another timeline. Although Fullalo doesn't know exactly how the other party managed to break through the restrictions between different timelines, so that "self" can meet "self". But only in this way can it explain why the opponent, like himself, can control the direction of the entire Bone White House magic array with a single thought.
Thinking of this, Fu Laluo felt her heart sinking.
Actually, at this point in the matter, she no longer cares about her own life or death. But the only thing that William entrusted to her, she hoped that she could complete it successfully - so as to draw a relatively successful end to her extremely failed life.
But if the other party has the same authority as her, wouldn't the [Mirror Image] that she tried her best to maintain at this moment be easily affected or even revoked?
"I know what you're worried about, but you can rest assured that I'm not going to end your impassioned speech...at least not now."
As if he had figured out what Fu Lalo was thinking at the moment, the man said so.
She walked to the center of the hall, and stopped beside Ebony who had been thrown in earlier. The latter struggled as if he wanted to get up, but she stepped on the spot.
The other party did not, and there is no need to lie about this matter. Because if she wanted to do it, she didn't need to explain it to herself.
It's just the other party's answer, which made Fu Laluo more vigilant.
In any case, don't do what the enemy wants you to do, this is the truth she learned on the first day she sat on the throne of withered glory.
"why?"
Frost outlined a set of words on the wall, and Fulalo, whose throat was pierced, could only ask in this way.
"Because what you have done is exactly what my master hopes you will do... Rather, the most important purpose of my coming here this time is to urge you to continue that wonderful speech."
The man replied like this.
"..."
Fullalo stared at the other party, and made a puzzled hoarse sound from the back of her throat.
"Don't worry, even if you die, I will take over for you to complete the speech."
As she spoke, a smile appeared on her face that Fularo felt a little familiar with.
"After all, this is a speech that crosses two timelines and interweaves two possibilities. What can be shaken in the end will far exceed what you and the presiding judge predicted before."
Flaro's eyes widened suddenly upon hearing this.
Yeah...why can I meet myself in another timeline?
Why can there be two selves at the same time?
The fact that the other party can appear here at this moment means that the two timelines are now completely intertwined?
In other words, isn’t the speech I’m making at the moment echoing on two timelines at the same time?
...
"Wake up the souls of those 40 million forest elves directly from their sleep... Lord Jamara, are you sure you want to do this?"
The outline of the body is as blurred as a high-speed object captured by a poor-quality camera. This demon named "Falling" will stand outside the third layer of curtains, and asked extremely disturbed at this moment.
Falling symbolizes the end of the dream, so the magic general who got the name "Falling" naturally has the duty to expel the things that Ms. Jamara doesn't want to stay in the nightmare swamp.
Today its owner, the Nightmare Lord who is above all nightmares, summoned it, but the order given to him left it stunned—to expel the souls of 40 million forest elves from the Nightmare Swamp.
You know, those are the souls of 40 million forest elves. Even though they are essentially the existence of the Hunger Lady in the Nightmare Swamp, as long as they operate properly, how powerful the 40 million souls can provide for the entire Nightmare Swamp. ?
+ Are you questioning my order? +
An incomparably majestic voice came from the depths of the curtain, and the "falling" who felt the pressure immediately lowered his head.
"Don't dare to..."
+Then do as I say+
In the curtain, after Zhuomala finished speaking, she looked through the dream to the present world.
"I hope you can bet right this time as you did in the past, disaster."
...
The world is collapsing.
William thought.
There are crazy colors like crayons drawn by idiot children everywhere, but they are not as unpredictable as the moon, just like the dried paint on impressionist paintings.
Not long after Fulalo's speech began to reverberate again, the whole world inexplicably began to show signs of the collapse in front of it.
William has seen a similar scene—it was when the giant dream built by Jamara was collapsing, and because of the drastic change in cognition, the whole world began to go crazy.
As he had expected before, Jumara let go of her control over the forest elf's dream at a critical moment. In this way, the dead of the forest elves can fully understand the content of Fulaluo's speech in a literal sense.
At this moment, William has cut off seven illusory umbilical cords. Except for the miscellaneous soldiers guarding each sub-tree, there is no fighting power to prevent him from weakening the power of the incarnation of the Hungry Lady.
Even the incarnation itself didn't take advantage of its peak power to launch an attack on William with all its strength. It didn't do anything other than unleash a few token AOEs on William at first, and those attacks didn't even break his normal defenses.
"Hey! Camilla, what is this? Did you put in so much effort to come into this world just to be a target?"
Accompanied by William's provocative sound, countless orange fireballs appeared around him. Immediately, following his gesture, those fireballs fell towards the slow-moving corrupt giant like a rain of fire.
The roar of the explosion was endless, and every fireball exploded, turning about half of the basketball court into scorched black. But compared to the other party's mountain-like body, this damage is not even a mosquito bite.
William hasn't used the really high-level spell yet. This round of attack is just to attract the opponent's attention and expose more of his weaknesses.
But in terms of results, this trial does not seem to be working well. The incarnation of nothingness still didn't give any response, it just took a few steps forward, and then suddenly stopped in place.
It looks like "you can fight whatever you want, if you can lose blood, I will lose".
"Hiss... Then this is the opportunity you gave yourself."
William, agitated by the other party's indifferent attitude, raised the spell mediator in his hand, and walked directly to the next umbilical cord. Countless wind blades gathered in his hand to form a sword that reflected the sharp light of the sword. sphere.
In that case, let Him cut all the umbilical cords first.
(end of this chapter)
