Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 57: Old-Fashioned
Coles roared in his throat and stepped back violently. The red-hot traitor dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, splashing a few tiny sparks.
Blake's remains fell onto the obsidian round table, and the two crows resting on his shoulders flapped their wings in fear and flew away. But the next second, they were blown into a black mist by an invisible force, and then slowly sucked into Coles' body.
"How was it? The feeling of complete betrayal."
Those fragments of memory kept flashing back in Coles' mind, and Beatrice's voice seemed to come from far away.
Coles was speechless for a long time. He did not immediately experience the power that the Half-Step Void King status brought him, nor did he feel the Black Crow Wang that three-quarters of the territory was under his control.
He just silently looked at the charred burn mark on his palm.
In the Moon Realm, will is power itself, and the remaining memories of the opponent burned his palms like blazing flames.
Even though he had already ascended to a high-level Moon Realm being and could have repaired the charred wound in an instant, he did not want to do so.
The debris that fell on the round table began to turn into dust and dissipate, and Blake's body had long since dissipated in the sarcophagus of the Holy Sepulchre.
The wound caused by this memory is probably the last trace of the other person's existence.
Coles slowly raised his head and looked at Beatrice and said:
"Not really, your worry is unnecessary. I've already come this far, I don't need this kind of thing to continue to demonstrate my determination."
The Whisper Queen asked him to use "betrayal" to seize the remaining power of Blake, which was undoubtedly the last temptation to him.
But in fact, there was no need to test it at all, because this day had been destined since a thousand years ago in the Holy Tomb... no, since he had read about the ascension ceremony of the Void King even earlier.
After Coles finished speaking, the scene in the round table hall collapsed. In its place was a temple with extremely gorgeous decorations. Under the shining crystal ceiling, marble columns with magnificent reliefs slowly rose up, and exquisite lamps were lit one after another.
Maids made of gold and silver walked in the temple carrying trays, bringing endless wine and endless delicacies to the long table in the center covered with a white tablecloth.
The bread placed in front of the starving lady Camilla quickly grew mold, and maggots began to crawl out of the steak and roast chicken next to it.
"Should I stay away from here?"
Seeing that mold spots were beginning to appear on the white tablecloth, He asked.
"These things are just superficial decorations. Before I obtain the Seed of Hope complete the final 'reversal', my control over the power of hope is extremely limited."
Coles, who was sitting at the end of the long table, replied.
"Then the question is, when will the Seed of Hope be delivered by that person?"
The pale poet Poke picked up the golden goblet, took a sip of the wine and said.
"Or maybe he won't come."
The Lord of Dark Tide said on the side.
The food in front of him also began to deteriorate rapidly. However, unlike rotting, the food slowly melted into a pool of thick black liquid that exuded a foul smell.
"No, he will come."
To this, Beatrice simply replied.
Then He continued:
"And that clown will be here too, so let's start the ceremony now."
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Following the direction indicated by the coordinate point, William "flew" in the ever-changing moon realm.
William's attire was extremely strange at this time, and he looked like a bandit who accumulated equipment by robbing passing caravans and using whatever he could find.
He wore a gorgeous blood-red helmet with bat patterns and a pair of bright silver hollow gauntlets. Although the two pieces of equipment were not coordinated, they both looked extremely complicated and exquisite noble equipment. However, he was wearing a ragged brown robe, which was wrapped with circles of rusty chains, making him look more like a criminal who was about to serve his sentence.
In terms of weapons, in addition to the unchanging Judgment II, William's final choice of spell medium is a crystal staff covered with spikes. It looks rough and heavy, and it feels that in addition to being a spell medium, it can also be used directly as a melee weapon.
in addition……
William looked at the ten rings of different colors and shapes on his fingers and couldn't help but think of this.
You can't do this in the game...
In the game, due to the limitation of the equipment bar, players can only wear one ring on each hand, but after crossing over, there is no such restriction.
Therefore, his chances of winning this battle increased accordingly.
Of course, judging from the combat effectiveness on paper, the chance of winning is still very slim.
But then again, he clearly knew that what was waiting for him ahead was a hunting trap set by Yuejing, so why did he still insist on getting into it?
For some reason, William suddenly thought of this question.
Ever since I learned about the incident a thousand years ago, I have been constantly thinking about the solution to the whole thing - how to prevent Coles from becoming the fourteenth king, how to prevent the possible fusion of planes...
However, it was not until now that he seemed to have thought of the option of running away with the Seed of Hope .
Why should I risk my life as a bargaining chip to come and stop this catastrophe?
Now it's not like in the game, where there are countless opportunities to try and fail, and countless strategies to refer to. If you fail, you fail, and there is no chance to start over.
But this question did not bother William for too long, he soon got the answer.
Because William Kane would not make such a choice.
William Kane will not stand idly by when the entire continent is under the threat of the Moon Realm. He will not let the loyalists go without due rewards, nor will he let the betrayers go without corresponding punishment.
From the moment he decided to use this name, he could not disgrace the meaning behind this name - the meaning he once gave to this name.
William Kane needed no reason to do this.
As if to match William's current state of mind, the chaotic moon space around him suddenly became clear. The originally unpredictable moon space acquired a very symbolic appearance in the blink of an eye, which also meant that he had entered a moon space.
Black Crow is looking at the Moon Realm of the fourteenth Void King who has not yet been born.
The place looked like a sea shrouded in a storm, and in the middle of the sea, there was a vague lighthouse flickering.
But William just glanced at the lighthouse that seemed out of reach.
His attention was soon attracted by a figure not far away.
A thin boy wearing a robe woven from feathers, with a pair of pitch-black wings spread out behind him.
It has skin as pale as milk, amber pupils like some kind of bird of prey, and its hands extend with cold claws.
Even though it was in the storm, there was no sign of wetness on its body, as if the rain was consciously avoiding it.
"Your Excellency the Judge, it has been one thousand and eight years since we last met. That is a long time indeed."
The high-ranking Moon Realm being spoke, and its not-so-loud voice pierced through the raging storm and reached William's ears clearly.
William responded:
"Really? It wasn't that long for me. It seems like only a little over a month has passed."
When William said this, he used the storm spell [Voice of Violence].
Visible sonic waves, bringing with them storms and waves, attacked Coles.
But before they could touch each other, three claw blades swept across in an instant, tearing the storm apart.
"Even if you don't want to reminisce about the past, you wouldn't attack me with this degree, right?"
After the storm caused by [Voice of Rage] dissipated, Coles wiped the water off his face and spoke calmly.
"I just can't stand someone talking to me dry when I'm wet. It makes me feel condescending."
William replied calmly.
Despite the storm's tear, tons of water still hit Coles, soaking him to the bone.
Coles seemed stunned for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head and said:
"That's not like your style. It seems that a thousand years is indeed a long time."
Then, without waiting for William to reply, he continued:
"It may sound cliché, but Your Excellency the Judge, you shouldn't be here today."
William just nodded and said:
"That's a really clichéd last word."
