Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 55: Beacon of Hope
Coles understood that the flock of crows that covered the sky did not appear because of his previous questioning.
Because hundreds of years ago, Blake had lost the ability to understand language, so no matter what he said to the lighthouse now, it would not cause any waves.
The real reason why the other party had such a big reaction was because he had finally stopped hiding the aura of the soul fragment in his body.
The body of the Father of Crows instinctively longs for his soul to return to wholeness, and that's all.
Thinking of this, Coles suddenly felt bored.
What happened over the past thousand years has proved that his original choice was correct.
In this world, mortals are not qualified to control their own destiny. Only the absolutely strong are qualified to choose the direction of the future and realize it. The judge of a thousand years has proved this, and now the more powerful King of Nothingness has proved this even more.
And if we hand over power to mortals, this will be the outcome.
He especially wanted Blake to take a good look at the current state of the so-called empire, and then hear his opinion on the choice he made back then.
If the tide of the Corrupted Moon Undead had been awakened back then, only one Blackwater Swamp would have to be sacrificed to create an immortal and absolutely powerful being, and maintain the Tribunal's rule over the continent of Wick forever.
But now, even at the cost of pulling the entire continent into the Moon Realm, they can only barely preserve the Blackwater Swamp as the last beacon of hope.
He especially wanted to know whether Blake would regret his hasty and impulsive decision after knowing this.
But no matter what he said, the other party could no longer answer his questions. The crows that were attacking him irrationally were the best proof of this.
In just a few breaths, the crows gathered into a terrifying storm and appeared in front of him, with razor-like cold light flashing in it. The wailing sound continued to echo from the curled crow feathers, and countless blood-red eyes opened and stared at him.
But the black wings behind Coles just flapped slightly and blew away the storm.
In other words, it was not about "blowing away" the storm, but Coles used the authority in the soul fragments he had obtained to take back the power that originally belonged to him.
The flock of crows was restored to a dark curse of despair, and then pulled into a line, absorbed into his body. His body, reshaped by the four Void Kings, was like a container that could never be filled, greedily absorbing the power that should have belonged to him a thousand years ago.
In the end, only about a quarter of the crows were still circling between the sea and the sky, trying in vain to attack him again and again.
In response, Coles flapped his wings to distance himself from them, then raised one hand, and three bright silver magic circles appeared at the same time on the surging sea.
The next moment, three huge water tornadoes erupted from the magic circle and enveloped the remaining crows. Sharp wind blades flashed inside and cut them into crow feathers all over the sky and dissipated them.
This is just an ordinary storm spell. If used in the real world, it can only overturn a small boat.
But in the Moon Realm, in this wild place where all fantasies that cannot be solidified into reality gather, with the blessing of his own Moon Realm essence, he can stir up a storm that seems to be able to destroy the world as if it were a playful act.
In the real world, any magic used must be within the boundaries of certain rules, but in the Moon Realm, all power has completely removed its disguise, revealing its true nature.
Here, shaping the world according to one's own will is not just a metaphor for politics. For high-ranking Moon Realm beings, this is a literal fact.
After feeling the powerful force at his fingertips, Coles couldn't help but sigh, and then he looked at the lighthouse not far away.
"It's time for me to take back what belongs to me."
Coles said this, flapping his wings and flying into the lighthouse.
As a beacon of hope shining in the sea of despair, this lighthouse should have been an existence that could never be approached.
But for Coles, who already possessed three soul fragments of the owner of this place, entering the lighthouse was as easy as the owner returning home.
Compared to the horrific scene brought by the never-ending storm on the sea of despair outside, the interior of the lighthouse is filled with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
Warm candlelight illuminated the surrounding hall. A huge obsidian round table was placed in the middle, and thirteen stone chairs were placed around the round table.
Coles turned around and saw that the place where he had just flown in was a door made of fine gold.
Even though he had not set foot there for nearly a thousand years, Coles could still recognize in an instant that this was the scene in the Round Table Hall of Dusk Fortress.
Of course, this is not the real Round Table Hall, but a scene restored .
The Beacon of Hope is the embodiment of the concept of "hope".
In other words, for the former owner of Black Crow Watch, this place is the scene that is closest to the concept of "hope" in his mind.
On the stone chair numbered four behind the seat, Coles saw a tall man wearing black half-body armor, leaning against a door-like sword in front of a table.
At this moment he was sitting there quietly with his head down, without a sound. Two crows were perched on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and they kept making threatening hissing sounds at Coles.
Coles ignored the two crows and did not go directly to the man who had long been dead.
He sat down in his seat with some emotion, and then placed his hands on the cold obsidian round table, just like they had done when they were in the meeting more than a thousand years ago.
He couldn't start the ceremony right now by himself, and it would take some time for the four Void Kings who supported him to cross the Sea of Despair.
Therefore, he finally had some time to say his final goodbye to this companion with whom he had parted ways.
"I said this when we failed to use the Seed of Hope to revive the Chief Judge. In the future, the continent will sooner or later reopen the use of the power of the Moon Realm. After all, power is like this. If you don't use it, others will. Only if we seize this power in our own hands first can we truly control the threat of the Moon Realm."
Coles said, looking at the remains of the man.
"I can't quite remember what your answer was, but it seemed to be something like 'It's just a matter of beating them back again'. Then in the Holy Sepulchre, you rejected my suggestion to share the authority of the fourteenth Void King with me. In fact, when you first said that, I should have expected this result."
Coles shook his head and pointed at the storm outside the door.
"Now let's see, can we beat them back one more time?"
The remains of Blake sat there like a sculpture, motionless. Coles didn't care. He glanced at the four shadows approaching the door and continued:
"Let me tell you a piece of good news. The Chief Judge has returned. You are right about this matter. He will return one day when the entire continent is once again in deep crisis."
Then he shook his head and said:
"It's a pity that he came back too late. With the current power comparison, if the entire continent is tied to his chariot and marches forward in the future, I'm afraid that in the end, not even a trace of fire can be preserved..."
As soon as he finished speaking, four figures came in from the golden door and sat down naturally on the stone chairs around the round table.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your reunion with your old friend, but can we get started now?"
One of them, whose body was made of some black liquid like oil, asked this question.
