1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King Chapter 61 – Closing Up

Chapter 61: Closing Up

The Nightmare Maid—who had its neck strangled by the man surrounded by lightning—constantly glanced at the battle in the middle of the tomb.

A battle between the Calamity and the false god.

Why isn't my contractor dead yet…

This was the only thought in its mind.

Unlike other Lunar Monsters, as the maid of the Lord of Nightmare, it often had the chance to meet the Void Sovereign who ruled the entire Nightmare Swamp. Therefore, it also happened to hear the name of the ‘Calamity' from a thousand years ago in the conversation between the Lord of Nightmare and the demon generals under Her command and understood what kind of existence the other party was.

Even Ms. Zamara—who had supreme power—was completely shattered and expelled by this man called Calamity when she conjured a Currere body like the Holy Spirits condensing magic.

As long as he wasn't in the Moon Realm, even the Void Sovereigns couldn't do anything to him.

Moreover, he held a Judgment weapon that could completely destroy Lunar Monsters. It could directly eliminate its essence through its husk.

Die quickly, my contractor! Die quickly and let me return to the Moon Realm! Stop struggling!

It was extremely anxious and wished it could shout.

The Stumbling Demon, which had been struck a few meters away by a bolt of lightning, had just recovered. Its sickly and vigorous vitality constantly surged, causing it to shake its head and charge over persistently as if it was anxious to save its Moon Realm ally.

Cass had no choice but to divert another portion of his attention to resist the Stumbling Demon.

Can't this idiot let me die in peace?

It was also at this moment that the connection between the Nightmare Maid and its contractor in the ether domain was suddenly severed.

It looked in surprise at the center of the tomb. The short-lived false god had sunken into a silent abyss created by the Calamity, and his aura had completely disappeared.

However, a few seconds later, it realized that the contract between them hadn't been broken.

The Nightmare Maid, who was waiting for the Moon Realm to recall it, remained where it was. Its body showed no signs of turning into black salt crystals and dissipating.

Why?

The Nightmare Maid didn't have the time to think of the reason. It directly asked Cass, who was strangling it with its intact arm, in an extremely mocking tone, “Hero, isn't the power obtained by sacrificing that faerie very powerful?”

Slap!

The Stumbling Demon was blasted back by a bucket-thick bolt of lightning again. Thorn-like charred patterns covered its entire body, and thick gray spore clouds began to spread around it.

“You'll soon experience for yourself whether I'm strong or not, ant!” Cass said to the Nightmare Maid with a tyrannical and crazy expression. He didn't even realize that there was a huge problem with the way he addressed it.

Looking at the dense lightning in the other party's hand that was about to liquefy, the Nightmare Maid smiled smugly.

The other party was indeed affected by the cruel and tyrannical God King in Blackwater mythology, Oka. He would lose his mind with just a little provocation.

However, just as the lightning-grasping fist was about to shatter its head, a Frost Barrier appeared out of thin air in front of the Nightmare Maid.

An instant flash of brilliance appeared and frost fragments splattered everywhere.

By the time it recovered its vision, the Calamity was already standing beside Cass.

William frowned as he looked at the incomplete Authority holder. Just as he had been worried, Cass gradually had the tendency to be controlled by a mythical prototype.

If he continued losing control, he might very well become a Disaster in the future.

Back then, the Doomsday Watchers didn't only fight against threats from the Moon Realm. Those who abused ritual magic to advance to become Authority holders didn't know how to control themselves. In the end, they gradually lost control and became an uncontrollable natural disaster of a mythical phenomenon—a phenomenon called Disaster could be said to be the second greatest threat to the Vic Continent other than the Moon Realm.

“Calm down and remember who you are.”

As William spoke, he struck Cass's head with his staff.

A ball of light that was much gentler than when he struck the giant snake phantom shone on Cass's head, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The Nightmare Maid planned on taking this opportunity to escape, but before it could get up, a few shadow chains firmly pinned it to the ground. As for the Stumbling Demon, it suffered the same fate.

“Why? Why am I still in Currere when my contractor is dead?” the Nightmare Maid looked at William and asked loudly.

“Because he's not dead yet. Of course, he's not alive. He's just forgotten by the world.”

As he spoke, William walked forward and bent down to help Cass up.

At this moment, clarity had returned to the man's eyes.

This was natural. William's staff had been augmented with Tranquility, Serenity, Ice Soul Heart, and many other spells to dispel abnormal mental states.

As for why he used a staff and did not cast a spell, it could only be said that the feeling of hitting the snake's head from before was excellent. The feedback from the game was far less satisfying than in reality.

William could understand how Evelyn felt back then.

“You have to learn to use this power in a restrained manner. Control it instead of letting it control you.”

Looking at Cass, who was looking at him in confusion, William coughed lightly and said, “Authority is different from magic. They have their own will and will constantly try to make you submit to their will. If you submit, it will be the rebirth of ancient myths and legends through your body.”

Upon hearing the other party's words, Cass recalled his previous state.

When the lightning flashed over his body, his chest was filled with anger, madness, a sick desire to control, and a sense of contempt for everyone as ants.

It was as if he was a God King who looked down on all living beings from above the high heavens.

Or rather, the God King temporarily controlled his body.

“But… what is this?” Cass asked in lingering fear.

“Echo,” William replied.

“The echoes of some old trash which should have long been eliminated still can't forget the struggle to return the world to the orderly Mythical Era.”

Cass looked at the magic chanter he had met once and had given him the life-saving Demon Sealing rune. He didn't know where to begin.

Should he first thank the other party for saving him or ask for his identity?

Before he could speak, the gray-haired, silver-eyed man spoke first.

“I know you have many questions now, but before that, you have more important things to do, right?”

With that said, he pointed the Frost Staff in his hand at the Nightmare Maid who was firmly imprisoned by the shadow chains.

“Finish what you need to do first,” the person said.

By the time Cass came to his senses, he had already arrived in front of the Lunar Monster. His hand flashed with lightning again.

He felt the space beside his left hand tear open, and a spatial rift opened. A mist covering a pitch-black knight's sword he found familiar appeared beside his hand.

Judgment 4.

“If you want revenge, use this.”

The man's words came from behind.

For some reason, Cass felt much calmer after being struck by the staff. He held the sword awkwardly with his left hand and coldly looked at one of the culprits who had destroyed everything he had. He raised his sword under the other party's horrified gaze.

“It wasn't me…”

Faced with impending true death, the Nightmare Maid stammered as if it wanted to explain something.

“Tell me…”

Before swinging his sword, Cass recalled the question the other party had asked him, so he planned on asking it the same thing.

“What's the most important thing for a Nightmare?”

The pitch-black knight's sword slashed down, and a head wrapped in fog rolled to the ground. The shadow chains binding it dissipated.

As the fog on the Nightmare Maid dissipated, an old, thin, and ugly body collapsed to the ground, the illusion broken.

It died like a mortal.

Cass sighed.

It's over… This long journey is finally over…

Then, what is next for me?

This person can indeed use Judgment 4.

When he saw Cass chop off the Nightmare Maid's head, a guess in William's heart was finally confirmed. Then, he felt a wave of melancholy.

In that case, Blake is indeed dead…

Judgment 4 was created by the Whispering Empress, who symbolized conspiracy and betrayal. Its stats were opposite to Her domain which was loyalty, so this weapon only had one owner.

Its ownership would be passed down to its previous owner's bloodline descendants after their death. Only after the direct bloodline descendants of its owner ceased would it return to an ownerless state.

Although he didn't know if Cass was a descendant of Blake or a holder who appeared later, since he could use this weapon, it meant that Blake was indeed dead…

I should have accepted this long ago… All mortals die.

In this world, if one didn't sell their soul to the Moon Realm or choose to give up a portion of their personality and identity to become an Authority deity, most mortals' lifespans would be around a certain range even if they reached the Divine Realm. Even those who became the undead would gradually decay and dissipate over time.

This was because the cycle of life and death was the most basic law of Currere.

Moreover, the long years were too cruel to mortals' hearts.

William sighed softly.

He just didn't know if he had lived a happy life after he left.

At this moment, Cass walked over with the knight's sword in his hand. He offered the sword to William with both hands and said,

“Thank you for everything… Thank you. I'll return this to you.”

William looked at the tall man holding the Judgment equipment with mixed emotions and replied,

“There's no need to return it to me. You're the owner of this sword now.”

Cass didn't retract the sword. Instead, he looked at William and replied in a tired tone,

“I have no reason to hold a sword anymore.”

This revenge trip of less than half a month seemed to have burned away all the meaning in his life.

William shook his head and made the other party clasp the sword.

“This sword is the reason… Welcome to the Doomsday Watchers.”

William couldn't leave an Authority holder who had obtained the power of an incomplete God King, Oka, and the current master of Judgment 4 here.

If the former was nurtured well, it would be a powerful combat strength that could unleash the power of the Divine Realm. The latter was an important force to resist the Moon Realm factions in the future.

Of course, it was still too early to let him join as a new Judge, but it was time to explain his intentions and identity to the other party.

“Doomsday Watchers?”

Legendary stories intertwined with current reality gave Cass an unrealistic feeling. Thankfully, he had experienced enough unbelievable things in reality today, so he didn't have any qualms about accepting this.

“Then, who are you?”

Cass suddenly recalled a story he had heard from a bard when he was young about a famous legendary hero.

The name of the hero that appeared along with the name of the legendary Doomsday Watchers.

However, was that possible? That was more than a thousand years ago.

“The person who is here to complete some unfinished business a thousand years later,” William replied.

“William Kane?”

Cass held his sword again and confirmed with a trembling voice.

“You just said that you no longer have a reason to hold a sword. Then, let me tell you that your revenge is far from over.”

William didn't answer his question. Instead, he pointed at the Moon Realm communication nexus on the tomb's dome that he had destroyed.

“They have always been behind the curtain, messing with everything here, including your fate, Duke of Thorn's fate, and the fate of the entire Empire.”

The crisis surrounding the Eternal Gift and King and Rebel ritual was essentially a trial for the three Void Sovereigns to come out of the shadows to take center stage. Of course, all of Them had plans in mind. For example, the Whispering Empress wanted to retrieve Judgment 4, which could cause damage to Her essence, or the Lord of Nightmare wanted to obtain that mysterious soul fragment, or…

Among the 13 Void Sovereigns, although the three Blackwater goddesses were very petty and prone to holding grudges, in comparison, They had an inclination to manipulate matters behind the scenes. They weren't that direct and violent.

If They planned on taking center stage, who would be the next to stir?

“So you came back because…”

“To end this,” William replied. Then, he looked at the main body of the Eternal Gift floating in the air—the core of the Tide of the Undead that used to be the tower guardian.

A scorching Flame Spear took shape over the staff.

“No! You can't do this!”

The Stumbling Demon chained up by the shadow cried out.

The Nightmare Maid's death had already let it know that it was doomed today, but when it saw that person plan on destroying the main body of the Eternal Gift, its intrinsic desire couldn't help but shout.

“You can keep him. With your ability, you can completely control the power of the Rotten Moon Undead Tide. There are millions of loyal servants…” the Stumbling Demon persuaded.

“Your master said the same thing to me when I killed the Rotten Moon Lich King in the past. Speaking of which, that was the first time I met Her.”

As William spoke, he didn't look at the Stumbling Demon. The color of the Flame Spear on his Staff gradually turned white.

“My answer back then was, what's the use of that pile of skeletons? So that it can be used to strengthen Her power source in the Moon Realm?”

The Flame Spear shot out, and the husk of the tower guardian turned to dust.

Chapter end