For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 60 Power and Magic

  Simon knew the magic caster who suddenly broke into the ceremony scene in front of him, or at least he had seen him.

   He had seen it in the images sent back by the previous reverberation spell.

Although he put on a pitch-black bone armor and a magic agent with a strong frost breath, he recognized at a glance that the man in front of him was the previous miner of Qiao Zhuangcheng who had mixed into the Yinliu mine. , the wizard who killed the web weaver.

  According to Vincent, this person is a magic caster at the level of the gods.

   God Realm, also known as demigods in the Bronze Age, all those who have entered this realm have completed the sublimation of the soul level, and can drive the existence of mythical power in the present world.

   But even so, facing an opponent of such a state, Simon did not panic at all.

  Because even if the realm of the two people is the same, the paths of the two people to reach this realm are fundamentally different.

Although it is not clear how the other party bypasses the laws of the stars to establish a connection with the astral world, as long as he is a magic caster, all his power comes from the knowledge he has accumulated, the spell models he has studied, and the understanding of the laws of the world.

   The scale of power and the depth of rules, Vincent's favorite concept.

   But Simon, who has mastered the authority of the Death God Vala through the Wang Kou transformation ceremony, is the power itself, the rule itself.

   He does not need to channel magic power from the astral plane, nor does he need to build a spell model in the etheric realm, the power related to death can be realized only through his one action, one look, and one thought.

   This is the power of authority, and it is also the earliest form of supernatural power to appear in this world.

  In the distant Bronze Age, all supernatural beings were holders of authority. At that time, the rulers of Vic Continent were all powerful gods who were mirror images of their own mythological rituals.

   And that era is also called the age of demigods.

  It wasn't until later that the magic pioneers, the Tacoma Order, analyzed the primitive witchcraft rituals and built a classical magic system, and the first group of magic singers really appeared.

   A thousand years ago, under the leadership of William Kane, the Mage Guild comprehensively simplified the complex spell model, and classified magic into dozens of major categories that could be bypassed by analogy, which truly made magic popular throughout the continent.

   Of course, the proposal of the law of the stars further simplifies the process of the flow of magic power from the astral world to the present world, which is another story.

   But there is no doubt that when the manipulator of a power faces the power itself, there is no need to discuss more about who is stronger or weaker.

  Simon raised his hand slightly, and the thick death miasma emerged from his cuff, turned into a poisonous snake and attached to every sarcophagus in the tomb, and then turned into miasma and drilled into the gap of the sarcophagus again.

   "Hand over those three offerings to the goddess and I can give you a decent death, but if you..."

  Simon said to William in an ethereal voice.

  William shook his head silently, with a very subtle expression on his face.

   "As long as you...I'll..."

   Co-author these guys only know this one sentence pattern, right, how many times?

   On the withering cold, a mass of frost quickly gathered into a crystal spear, and then flew out silently, stabbing Simon who was babbling non-stop.

  The phantom of the giant snake behind Simon moved instantly, and the sturdy snake tail swung violently, and slammed it towards the middle end of the ice gun.

   That action was many times faster than that of the ice spear, and the momentum was even more terrifying.

   However, just as the snake tail was about to touch the ice spear and slap it off, it suddenly stopped.

   was not blocked by any force, nor was it bounced off by anything.

   is literally stopped.

  Because the time near the frost spear is frozen and still.

   God's Domain Frost Spell [Declaration]

   can't be avoided, can't be dodged, after throwing it, you can only hit the next must-shot Frost Spear.

   Just as the essence of lightning spells is the manipulation of space rifts, the essence of frost spells is the manipulation of the solidification of invisible things.

  The highest crown of frost spells is to solidify magic into stable substances, because everything in this world is the product of the solidification of magic when the Holy Spirit created the world.

   And the next highest level is to solidify "time", the first cause that appeared at the time of creation.

   This is only possible by reaching the realm of the gods.

   Of course, in the game, the performance of this spell is just an ice spear that cannot be evaded and will cause real damage. And because the damage is too low, in the late game when the gods are fighting, it's not like a spell with the label of God's Domain, it's just making up the numbers.

The    ice spear pierced Simon's heart without hindrance, and flew him backwards five or six meters, nailing him to a marble pillar with the thickness of a hug.

  After the attack took effect, the ice gun automatically dissipated its magic power. Simon stood up with his back against the pillar, his right hand covered his chest with a large hole and coughed twice.

   Not a drop of blood came out.

  If he was just a mortal, he would have died just now.

   But at this moment, he, who has become the **** of death Vera, doesn't care about this slight injury at all, because this body is just his body.

   A broken heart, a broken brain, and even a shredded body will not do any harm to his essence.

   This is also an important difference between strong and weak people who gain power through ritual mirror images and magic casters of the same level.

   No matter how strong a magic caster is, their physical body will always be his weakness.

and…

   "I took that blow just now as your answer, what a pity... Don't you know where you are at the moment?"

   With Simon's voice, all the sarcophagi that had previously been infiltrated by the miasma of death began to tremble slightly.

  William stood there and silently added various buffs to himself, and observed the opponent's next movements.

  The first point of PVE is to see the opponent's move before making a move.

   Simon, who stood up again, opened his arms, and the snake shadow gradually solidified behind him. He said solemnly:

"This is the holy tomb of the ancient Blackwater Kingdom. It is a transit station for my ancestors to end their human rule and go to the underworld to continue their unfulfilled wishes. It is the sleeping place of countless heroes and princes... It is a sanctuary inscribed with countless historical memories. , and you dare to challenge the authority of a **** of death here?"

The sarcophagi were opened one by one, and the strong undead breath came out of it like thick smoke, and the skeletons lifted off the stone slabs and climbed up from it. Sturdy armor, holding swords that are stained with the breath of the years.

  Each undead that wakes up is either a former prince and general in the Blackwater Swamp area, or a hero who once left a splendid name in history. The eyes of each corpse are burning with a real, intense soul flame.

"Get up, my servants - the First King of Black Water, General Black Light, Prowler, Second Queen, King of Silver Stream, Rat Slayer... and my ancestor, the Witch King of the Rotten Moon! Memories are gone!"

  Simon commanded in a ghostly voice.

   "Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

   William, who had no intention of talking nonsense with the other party, suddenly said:

   "Your servants? And also your ancestors?"

  William had an odd look on his face.

   Simon did not reply to his words, but waved his sleeves, and the dozens of corpses surrounded him at the same time.

   "My filial piety died."

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   (end of this chapter)