1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King Chapter 90 – 90 Walking in the Shadows

90 Walking in the Shadows

The tower guardian's eyes instantly turned sharp when she heard the words ‘Mad Box.'

She was still musing that it would be fine as long as there were no problems with the seal in the last month of her term, but what she was worried about seemed imminent.

For a moment, she even wanted to inform the people in charge of the fortress area to hold a combat meeting.

No…

This impulsive thought only lasted for a moment before the tower guardian quickly calmed down.

To ensure that the Mad Box's seal wasn't used by people with ulterior motives, the matter of Demon General Mania sealed under the Astral Lighthouse in Blacklight City had always been top secret. Over the years, even Thorn City's Rose Palace didn't know.

Now that she had heard the words “Mad Box” from the envoy, regardless of whether the Gift Church was trying to undo the seal as he said, it at least proved that this secret had been leaked.

“How do you know about this?” she asked solemnly. As she spoke, she even used the mana in the Astral Lighthouse to create pressure.

Massive amounts of mana turned into invisible pressure that stacked over the man in front of her. Even a Legendary domain powerhouse would reveal an uncomfortable expression, but the person in front of her didn't even frown.

“We weren't aware of this until we learned from documents that the members of the Gift Church's Mage Hall failed to destroy in time, so we specially came to warn you,” the other party replied with a calm expression.

There was indeed nothing wrong with this explanation. Moreover, she couldn't see any flaws in the other party's expression.

After all, he had thrown the blame onto the Gift Church.

As for how the Gift Church knew about the seal, why they wanted to undo it, and how they wanted to break through the impregnable garrison here…

He didn't even mention these details as if he didn't know anything.

In any case, he had already distanced himself from this matter. He was only here to inform her of this matter.

No matter what choice the Astral Lighthouse made in the future, it was their decision and had nothing to do with them.

Tricks… the tower guardian thought.

So what if the other party could provide evidence? He had already said that they only had written information to prove this matter, and it was easy to fake written information.

If she really only listened to this person's one-sided story and immediately ordered the forces in the fortress to eliminate the Gift Church, it would be exactly what Thorn City wanted. She would be used as a tool.

“Then, please go back and tell His Excellency Vincent that we are very grateful for his warning. We will continue to increase our vigilance against the Mad Box seal and won't give the Gift Church a chance,” the tower guardian replied.

In other words, we will continue tightening our strength to ensure the safety of the seal. As for purging the Gift Church, don't count on it.

Indeed, for the first time, the other party's expression changed when he heard her words.

“Is this really appropriate? It's equivalent to giving up the initiative to the other party if all you do is tighten your strength and not take the initiative to resolve the latent dangers,” the other party said in a deep voice.

Regarding this, the tower guardian—who had completely seen through his trick—sneered and said,

“If you knew how strong our defense of that seal is, you definitely wouldn't have such thoughts.”

Ignoring the previously unknown Gift Church, didn't the mysterious organization, Crows, fail15 years ago?

“No matter how perfect the defense is, there will always be loopholes. Only by resolving the latent danger can the problem be truly resolved,” the other party continued persuading with a sincere expression.

“There's no need. Please help me pass the message to Mr. Vincent… What's wrong now?!”

Before the tower guardian could finish speaking, the door to the Astral Observatory suddenly opened, and the attendant from before stumbled in.

He didn't even care that there were outsiders and walked over under the tower guardian's furious gaze.

The first sentence he said turned the tower guardian's emotions from anger to panic.

“M'lady, we just received news from the Sealing Chamber that the holy relic used to seal the Mad Box has been stolen!”

“What?!”

Viper Astral Lighthouse, underground tower base.

The Crow Feather Prophet slowly walked in the shadows.

In his line of sight, everything seemed to be enveloped by shadows, making it blurry. He could only see a vague outline. As long as he walked, the shadows would be dragged into long afterimages.

All the sounds around him seemed to come from afar. He had to do his best to hear extremely weak echoes.

It was dark and lonely.

It was as if he was walking under the projection of this world. The guards couldn't sense his existence at all even when he brushed past them.

With his Expert-level Shadow spells, it was originally impossible for him to walk completely in the shadows like this.

However…

The Crow Feather Prophet touched the pitch-black brooch on its chest.

Crown of Original Darkness.

The cornerstone divine artifact of the Thieves' Guild was once the status symbol of the previous presidents of the Thieves' Guild. As long as one wore it, it could completely turn the wearer into an incarnation of shadows and walk in shadows that others couldn't see.

However, this divine artifact had disappeared for more than a thousand years. The Thieves' Guild had even established a branch called Dark Crown to recover it, searching the continent for any news of its existence.

It was unexpectedly in the Presiding Judge's hands.

As the Crow Feather Prophet sighed with emotion, he dodged a patrol of Shadow Souls and bypassed a few exquisite magic power traps.

When he was in the shadows, the hidden triggering traps were as dazzling to him as dragon blood ink dripping onto parchment.

Shadows were areas without light, and light was Creatons that formed everything in Currere.

Therefore, shadows represented the unknown and concealment.

It was like a blurry state before creation that couldn't be recognized by any emotions.

Shadow magic was a fake proposition because shadows represented a state where no magic existed. Among the 13 spells, only Shadow magic was constantly expelling magic power to create a temporary hidden space.

To him, who walked completely in the shadows, no matter how hidden the traps or alarm devices were, as long as they were driven by magic, they were as dazzling as flames in the darkness.

He strolled to the Sealing Chamber's door and waited patiently for a while before following the rotating guards in.

Although the Crow Feather Prophet had never been here personally, he was extremely familiar with this place.

In the Father of the Crows' dream, the clear memories of the tragedy 15 years ago remained vivid.

The high-end combat strength the Crows had built up for many years was wiped out in that battle. The subsequent retaliatory strike by the Astral Council almost caused the entire organization to collapse. Although the Father of the Crows couldn't respond to them because of his eternal slumber, all the Crowmen could sense his sorrow in their dreams from then on.

Of course, 15 years had passed, and the arrangements here had changed drastically from before.

The Sealing Chamber's defense is even more… lax than before?

The Crow Feather Prophet didn't dare move for a moment, afraid that this was a trap.

In the dream memories, the entire Sealing Chamber was filled with magic traps, and the surrounding statues were all disciplined puppets that could be awakened at any moment. There were five Master-level magic chanters alone, and two of them were peak Masters.

Later on, when the Crows analyzed the tragic failure, they were extremely puzzled as to why they would protect the seal at all costs.

It had to be known that the resources needed to maintain so many magic traps and magic puppets weren't trivial. In addition, arranging five Master-level magic chanters here was a considerable waste even for the Astral Council.

After being invaded once, there were less than a fifth of the guards in the Sealing Chamber when they should have been more vigilant.

The Crow Feather Prophet had previously heard from the tavern owner that the current tower guardian had already raised the defense level of the fortress area several notches up because she didn't want any mistakes to happen at the end of her term.

Even the defense level of the fortress area had increased. There was no reason for the Sealing Chamber's defense level not to increase.

Why?

Or could it be that this level of security was the norm?

The extravagant defense back then was because they had long known that the Crows would come?

Who told the Astral Council about the Crows' actions?

Chapter end