1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

207 Blood and Magic Nullification

The throne room was deathly quiet. The air seemed to freeze, and even the mist in the room seemed to solidify. William walked down the white jade steps of the throne, ignoring the tense atmosphere. “Did I return too early and disturb your argument?” he asked. “I’m sorry if that’s the case. In fact, I really want to hear more secrets from the past. Unfortunately, as long as I’m not in the Mist Soul, I can’t control when this mist disappears.”

As William approached, Diana, who was standing under the throne, warned, “Halt!” But William kept walking at a steady pace. Suddenly, a blood-red, thorny fence burst out of the ground and blocked him from the puppet. The smell of blood filled the air.

William didn’t sense any magical fluctuations.

“So this is a part of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s authority? Is it related to blood?”

William sneered and reached out to touch the thorny fence. As soon as he touched it, he felt a prick on his fingertip, and round beads of blood instantly appeared on his fingertip.

William flicked the blood off his fingertip. The dark red blood drew an elegant arc in the air before disappearing as if it had never existed.

“Other than that, it also has the ability to null magic?” William continued.

He had used a simple defensive spell on his fingers, but the magic defense at his fingertips instantly dissipated the moment he made contact with the fence.

Not only that, but the Mirror Shadow spell that should have been perfectly constructed as William’s clone also lost its life the moment it came into contact. The blood bead that William flicked out turned into primitive mana and dissipated.

This was a little similar to the ability he had displayed when he fought Terra’s Mist Spirit in the Shattered Sea not long ago. He only needed to touch it to dissipate the magic power that formed the spell. To a certain extent, this could be considered the nemesis of all magic chanters.

“Therefore, what’s the true authority of the Eighth Holy Spirit? Since you used my name to swindle others back then, I believe I have the right to know.”

William retracted his hand and looked at the girl controlled by the old soul through the fence.

Diana looked at the phantom from the past and slowly said, “If you don’t know, it proves that you’re not qualified to know.”

As she spoke, the bronze holy emblem hanging on her chest gradually turned blood-red.

The girl stared into William’s eyes and continued, “Moreover, since you chose to depart and not interfere with this world, why don’t you quietly stay where you belong? Why return?”

The other party’s tone held a tone of helplessness.

This sentence made the polite smile on William’s face disappear slowly like dewdrops that had met the sunlight in the morning.

“But…”

His voice was no longer teasing like before as he became cold and threatening.

“If you had ever done something more humane over the years, I wouldn’t have come knocking after my return. In fact, I wouldn’t care too much if you had used my name, publicized or erased my past deeds. I don’t even mind if you used my name to rope in believers and make yourself a god…”

William raised his right hand to the height of his head.

William looked coldly at the girl suspected to be Terra’s manifestation and asked in a threatening tone, “But tell me, what have you done? You chiseled open the World Shell, compromised with the Void Sovereigns, and established a disaster calendar… Is this what you call ‘expanding the future’? Whose future are you expanding? Currere or the Moon Realm? Therefore, don’t make me ask again. What’s the true authority of the Eighth Holy Spirit? Why did you lie that you were my reincarnation back then as the foundation of the faith?”

Facing William’s oppressive aura, the other party didn’t cower at all. Instead, he tilted his head and asked, “So you still treat yourself as the savior of the past?”

Through the phenomena, ‘she’ could tell from her probing that the other party was only an illusion that relied on a holy relic to exist. It couldn’t even be considered a complete spirit descent, but a clone created using Mirror Shadow.

Compared to the other party’s situation where it was extremely difficult for him to maintain his existence, he basically controlled more than half of the Holy Spirits under the Eighth Order’s management over the years. Although this prophet wasn’t outstanding as a pivot, it was enough to suppress the other party.

Moreover, with the Eighth Holy Spirit’s magic-nullifying characteristics, a clone like the other party which was purely supported by magic and didn’t have a Currere pivot could easily be insta-killed.

The other party couldn’t even pass through the thorny fence he had created. It was as if he was locked in a dungeon.

Whoosh!

Crack, crack, crack…

First, there was the sound of wind breaking, then the sound of something collapsing. The thorny fence between the two of them instantly shattered into pieces before turning into blood and dissipating.

William lowered his raised hand.

Behind William, Remides took off the crown and threw it to the side before pulling the bowstring of the Glazed Moon.

Although her arrows had been sealed by the Ava State consultant, as a weapon produced by the first-generation Moon Realm champion, releasing air arrows remained very powerful.

“From the looks of it, it only has a strong destructive effect on the magic power originating from the Astral World, but it has no effect on Moon Realm creations.”

William looked at the bloodstains on the ground that were emitting white smoke and dissipating.

Then, he looked at the girl and continued, “Therefore, is this naturally like this? Or is it the result of another compromise with the Void Sovereigns?”

“Since you don’t know, don’t judge based on your imagination. I’ve already said that you’re not qualified to possess this power if you can’t sense the scope of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s authority.”

As she spoke, the person formed by the thick fog behind her instantly turned blood-red like the holy emblem pendant on her chest. Then, her eyes became empty, and her feet left the ground as she levitated.

A blood-colored sword appeared in her hand. Its shape and temperament were somewhat similar to the Mist Spirit Terra Riel seen on the Shattered Sea.

“As if I care… Archer, I’m not in a good state. Can you do it?”

William said to Remides behind him. He subconsciously called her by her nickname for convenience.

“I already told you not to call me that… It’s not a problem. I sent him to hell 800 years ago, and it can’t be any easier now.”