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

   Chapter 65 Epitaph

  Storm Province, Wanren City, Cain Cathedral.

Two statues of the Holy Spirit made of pure gold stand on both sides behind the pulpit, one wearing a bronze crown, holding a gorgeous ritual sword in the right hand, and stroking the dragon crawling under it with the left; The simple straight sword is blowing a quaint horn.

  Different from the other seven holy spirits, which are separated from the personal image and only allowed to use the holy light pattern as a symbol, the eighth holy spirit "The Hermit" is allowed to worship the statue of the holy spirit.

  Because of this, the Eighth Order is often criticized by the Holy Spirit Church. Of course, this criticism usually only stays at the verbal level.

   After all, that is the Holy Spirit Kane who has walked twice in the world and left countless holy signs. No matter how you prohibit related idol worship, it is always unconvincing.

  The Patriarch of the Eighth Order with gray hair and beard, Adrian, is sitting on the pulpit at the moment, and behind him is the rough, sharp-angled holy emblem that is the symbol of the Eighth Holy Spirit.

The   silver holy emblem was smeared with a faint flame by the candles in the surrounding candlesticks, and the air was filled with a strong scent of incense.

  Adrian closed his eyes, crossed his fingers, and patiently listened to his subordinates reporting the latest news from all sides to him.

Most of the    is trivia, whether it's about the preparations for the annual sacramental arrangement of the Royal House of Riel; or about the collection of religious donations in the provinces, ah, except for the disobedient Blackwater.

   These are things that have already been planned, and there will not be much changes from year to year.

   But since we talked about Blackwater Province…

   "...It is believed that Nezemar, the daughter of silver blood, has reached a cooperation with the bishop of St. Dewey's Church, and it may be possible to recover the 'Judgment 4'..."

   The deacon in gray said a little worriedly.

"No problem."

   Adrian said slowly.

   He knew what the other party was worried about.

  When there are two or more of anything, there will be a distinction between closeness and distance. Just like this, the two statues of the Holy Spirit behind him symbolize the two incarnations of the Eight Holy Spirits a thousand years ago and eight hundred years ago.

   Within the sect, there has been a long-standing debate about which one can better represent the essence of the Eighth Holy Spirit, and after eight hundred years of precipitation, the final result of this debate is the emergence of the charismatic sect and the holy practice sect.

   As the patriarch, Adrian's most important job when he was in charge of the sect was to maintain the balance of power between the two factions of the Sect of Grace and the Sect.

  Deacon in gray said worriedly: "Nezmar successfully recovered the 'Judgment Eight' from the Dragon's Breath Province last time, which has greatly increased the influence of the Holy Order. If she is allowed to return from the Blackwater Province this time..."

   "Don't worry, things in Heishui Province won't work out."

   Adrian said in a very confident tone.

"why?"

  The deacon in gray asked suspiciously. In his impression, the patriarch rarely said one thing in such a sure tone.

   Adrian opened his cloudy eyes and looked at him and said:

"Do you know why the Church of the Holy Spirit, including the Eighth Order, has been gradually shrinking its power from the Blackwater Province since 14 years ago, and has basically withdrawn from it in recent years? ?"

   Suddenly brought up this rather sensitive topic, Deacon in gray replied nervously:

   "That's not because of the current Duke of Thorns..."

"no."

   Adrian shook his head, then closed his eyes and continued;

"Simon Ward is just a pretense, the real reason is not that the Blackwater Province abandoned us, but that we abandoned the Blackwater Province. So now Nezemar is destined to do nothing in the Blackwater Province. Okay. , what's more, it's not something you should care about... Is there anything else to report?"

   The confused gray-clothed deacon replied immediately:

   "The seventeenth search for Kane's Horn also ended in failure. The White House has already had a great opinion on our progress..."

  Deacon in gray clothes stopped before he could finish his words, because a trumpet sound suddenly came from not far away at this time.

   Continuous and long.

   He froze in place like a statue, and could only stare blankly in that direction, unable to make any sound.

   After hearing this voice, Adrian turned around in confusion and looked behind him.

   Then he also froze in place.

  The sound of the trumpet came from the statue that symbolized the incarnation of the Holy Spirit more than a thousand years ago.

  The solid gold statue was trembling slightly at the moment, and the long horn sounded throughout the interior of the church.

   A feeling that his soul was trembling, so that the old man who had been the patriarch for more than 40 years could only let out an exclamation that was almost a whimper:

   "The Holy Spirit is above..."

   But before he finished speaking, the horn sound suddenly stopped.

   Then, with a "click" sound, a fine crack quickly extended from the top of the Kane statue's head.

  The icon is cracked?

   was like a basin of cold water poured on Adrian's head.

As the Patriarch of the Eighth Order, of course he knew what this meant. This was the omen of the calamity predicted in the last chapter of Kane's New Testament, the Revelation, which meant the Holy Spirit who had walked twice among men. About to fall into anger in the world.

   But why?

   The two stared at the cracks in the icon for three full minutes, during which no one dared to move, and no one dared to say anything at this time.

   After a long time, Adrian lowered his voice and said to the deacon beside him:

   "Notify the Sealed Temple and help me prepare for the teleportation circle to the Platinum Province."

  …

At this moment, all the icons of Kane who have been blessed by the Holy Spirit Church in the entire Vic Continent trembled slightly with the Kane horn blown by Vincent. Countless people stopped and watched this happening. Miracle.

   The trembling ended, and with a soft sound of "click", all the blessed icons in the whole continent cracked with a small crack.

   At this moment, after the icon was found to be cracked, countless crying, excitement, sadness, ecstasy, anger, doubt, fear, doubt, and confusion resounded in every corner of the Vic Continent.

   Such a majestic emotion reverberated at the same moment, and even stirred up the moon realm to create ripples, disturbing many dreams that existed in the high-level moon realm.

   and return to the center of this storm.

   Facing the mighty sea of ​​undead, Vincent blew that quaint horn.

   The sea of ​​emerald green soul fire that was reflected in his pupils, all turned into a bubble and dissipated in an instant when he blew the distant horn.

The tens of thousands of undead in front of him fell down weakly like puppets with broken strings in an instant. Only the countless crisp bones colliding when they fell down proved that they were still heading here a few seconds ago. .

  Vincent froze in place, and after a long, long time, he looked in awe at the horn in his hand.

   "Kane Horn, and Judge William Kane..."

   he murmured.

   For some reason, at this time, he suddenly recalled the words that the man said when he first met him, those words that he had heard extremely arrogant at the time.

   "Free the fate of all mankind from the hands of the gods?"

   Even now, this is an extremely arrogant idea.

   But at this moment, in the eyes of Vincent, who witnessed the miracle in front of him, it no longer seems to be an unattainable goal.

  …

   "He's real, at least that horn is real, no, he must be the real Kane came into the world."

  Nezmar held the silver Kane icon with a cracked pattern in his hand, suppressing his excitement and said.

   She, who was usually indifferent on weekdays, was trembling uncontrollably at this moment, and her eyes were dyed with a touch of silver at some point.

The bishop on the side of    frowned at the silver icon of Kane. To be precise, the crack on the icon said:

   "You should know what this means, right?"

   To this, Nezemar just turned his head and replied in an almost fanatical tone:

   "Of course, it means judgment, judgment for all filth!"

   The frenzy in the other party's tone and the sudden silver light in his eyes made the bishop take a half step back.

  Is it the same as the legend? All the relic collectors of the Eighth Order are the most fanatical radical believers.

  The bishop was speechless.

   When the other party took the initiative to find him to cooperate, his subordinates also urged him not to have too many interactions with those lunatics. But at that time, I saw that the other party was very normal in both speech and behavior. I thought those were just some exaggerated rumors, so I agreed to cooperate, but now it seems...

  Thinking of this, the bishop looked back at the fading tide of undead in the distance.

  Although he, as a conservative in the church, only agrees with the belief in the model of the creation of the seven holy spirits, and does not believe in the eighth holy spirit who is sanctified by mortals, he also has to admit that what is happening in front of him is an out-and-out miracle.

   So is the man who calls himself "William Kane" real?

  If he is true, will the prophecy of the tribulation that will bring wrath to the world be true?

  …

   Not only the 50,000 undead that broke through the wall, but even the hundreds of thousands of undead that had been awakened in the cemetery fell silent to the sound of the horn of requiem.

   William, who was under the Holy Sepulchre at the moment, also heard the distant sound of the horn, and immediately noticed that the trembling outside that had not stopped suddenly disappeared.

   This surprised him too.

   No way, that horn doesn’t have such an exaggerated effect in the game.

   is just a five-fold expansion of the halo effect to appease the undead. At most, it can affect a radius of one kilometer. How can it be possible to silence all the densely packed undead in the entire cemetery?

  William thought suspiciously.

   Then the possibility of a toothache came to his mind.

   Wouldn't it be the "Eighth Holy Spirit" worshipped by later generations that really appeared?

  Strictly speaking, "Kane's Horn" is not a magic tool, but a sacred object, the product of the special processing of the fragments of light left after the creation of the Holy Spirit, and the creation itself that is still flowing.

   And he named this sacred object with his own name, plus it resonated with their continuous belief in "Holy Spirit Kane" for hundreds of years, maybe he came up with something.

  Thinking of this, William added another item to his next list of things to do in his mind - confirming the state of the so-called "Eighth Holy Spirit".

  The gods in this world cannot be worshipped indiscriminately.

   In those days, the Holy Spirit Church's personal worship of the seven holy spirits brought about "seven great disasters", which ravaged the entire continent and poisoned thousands of miles.

  If they had healed their scars and forgot the pain, and created the "Eighth Calamity", and they were still wearing their own names, then he wouldn't even be able to laugh.

   "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

   Cass looked at the man in front of him with a shaky look on his face, and asked in a heartbeat.

  Cas's words brought William's thoughts back, he squatted down, gently picked up the remains of the dead witch and said:

   "Nothing... Let's continue. For witches, such extraordinary creatures, who do not rely on natural reproduction, their death and new life are one. Every witch will leave a new seed after death."

   He said, a faint golden flame ignited in his hand, and Liz's aged body instantly turned into golden dust all over the sky.

   Cass breathed quickly when he saw this scene, and the flame in William's hand was extinguished at this time. When the dust dissipated, a pearl-sized golden gem floated in his palm.

  Kas looked at the gem and asked nervously, "This is?"

   "Dream Egg, or also known as the Witch's Seed. Put it in a flower bud that has not yet opened during the full moon, and a new Witch will be born with the flower blooming on the next full moon."

   Looking at Cass' eager eyes, William suddenly felt a little unbearable. After hesitating for a while, he still told the truth:

   "Of course, that is not a resurrection, but the birth of a new witch. Although the new witch will inherit some of the memories and characters of the previous witch, but..."

   But that's not the Liz you know.

  William's second half of the sentence was ultimately unutterable.

   Generally speaking, it takes a very long time to condense a witch's seed from a witch's remains. But after William finished asking the story about how Cass got here, he decided to help speed up the process a little.

  If you only rely on hatred as the driving force in your heart, it is easy for people to embark on the road of gradual collapse.

   And once the heart is broken, it will give those moon realm monsters a chance to enter.

   So the motivation for people to fight must be something beautiful, something that people are willing to protect.

   Otherwise, fighting against the Moon Realm will also become the food for the Moon Realm to become stronger.

"thanks…"

   Carefully took the golden gem from William, and Cass thanked him hoarsely.

   "After that I will take you to a place, and I will train you to use this power well until you can completely control this power, can you accept it?"

  William said as he walked to the location of the black stone tablet in front of the central sarcophagus.

   He had heard from Cass' story earlier that the Fourth Judgment was pulled out from there.

  So, was Blake buried here?

   With an uneasy heart, William blew away the thick dust covering the stone tablet.

  …

   Cass seemed to answer something behind him, but he couldn't hear it.

   All his attention was drawn to the writing on this stele.

The inscription    reads as follows:

   In memory of our colleagues on the Tribunal: Coles Jackdaws, Blake Saiba

   In order to seal the Wraith of the Rotten Moon, they rest here forever

   warn future generations that the seal cannot be opened for a thousand years before the resentment dissipates

  The 24th month of the valley in the year 899 of the platinum calendar

   "What... are you kidding?"

   After being stunned for a long time, William walked a few steps to the sarcophagus almost angrily.

   With the strength of those two people, how could they risk their own lives to seal the Rotten Moon Wraith?

   He put his hand on the sarcophagus, then took a deep breath and opened the coffin.

   Except for a large scattered crow feathers and a huge sword the size of a door, there is nothing inside.

  This is an empty tomb.

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   Tomorrow this volume will end, and an epilogue and a summary of the volume will be updated, which may not have as many words as usual.

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