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

116 Coordinates

A thousand years ago, that subordinate of yours rejected the chance to advance to become one of us and chose to seal himself. He divided the part of his soul that had already been elevated to a Moon Realm existence into four parts and scattered them across the Vic Continent. He also left the part that was still a mortal in the body that’s now known as the Father of the Crows. To be honest, the fact that his will can last for a thousand years is far beyond our imagination.

William remained silent.

Zamara continued, But that’s all. Little is left of his will… Do you know what will happen if his remnant will forcefully begins the second advancement ritual?

William slowly answered the question, “It will cause the body of the Father of the Crows to completely disintegrate, forming a Moon Realm storm that will eventually dissipate.”

This was also shown in the CG of the Eclipse ending upon mission failure.

Zamara looked at William in confusion and said without changing Her tone, That’s right, and this process can be done through the Seed of Hope in your hand—I can send your soul to the Father of the Crows’ dream through my Nightmare authority now. You can directly gather the power of the Seed of Hope in the other party’s body through the dream and detonate this bomb in advance. Then, we can talk about how to stop the plane fusion ten years later.

“So… you mean that you want me to personally kill the Judge who has been loyal to me for a thousand years, right?” William asked softly about the Lord of Nightmare’s suggestion.

That loyal subordinate of yours is long dead. The remains in the Father of the Crows are at best his residue, Zamara replied.

Suppressing a Moon Realm existence with a Void Sovereign stature for a thousand years with the remnant soul of a mortal would be crushed by this mighty force no matter how strong this will was. Blake’s body had long been wrecked by the powers of the Curse of Despair and the Seed of Hope. Now, controlling the Father of the Crows was only a mechanical operation program. Therefore, it wasn’t wrong to say that Blake was completely dead.

However, William didn’t seem to think so. He replied firmly, “I won’t do it no matter what. People who have been loyal for a thousand years shouldn’t end like this.”

Zamara looked at William’s firm expression and asked in confusion, Then, are you planning on telling me… that you’re planning on going to Black Crow Gaze yourself and killing the candidate chosen by Them under the noses of the four Void Sovereigns?

For the current plane fusion plan, the four Void Sovereigns had prepared for many years and had invested countless efforts and resources. Therefore, when the advancement ritual began, They would personally be at the venue to ensure that the ritual went smoothly.

William didn’t answer the other party’s question. Instead, he raised another issue.

“Valk has expressed his willingness to crown me.”

Upon hearing William’s words, Zamara was stunned for a moment before laughing uncontrollably.

So you plan on making yourself the 14th Void Sovereign? But who else in the Moon Realm do you think will support you other than that lunatic, Valk? More than a thousand years in Currere isn’t long for us. Many of the things you did back then seem to have happened yesterday. Everyone, including me, won’t welcome the former Moon Realm Calamity…

William ignored the other party and continued, “Valk promised to stop one of the Void Sovereigns during the advancement ritual. As long as you can help restrain the other, then…”

Then, you only need to face two Void Sovereigns’ main bodies in the Moon Realm and an original Judge who has three-quarters of the stature of the Father of the Crows… Tell me frankly, don’t tell me you really think you can win?

The Lord of Nightmare interrupted the other party.

William stopped and stared at the blurry outline at the end of the curtain for a long time before asking, “Then, can I interpret what you’re saying as you’re unwilling to provide your help?”

If the success rate of this plan isn’t zero, I might consider it carefully. But with all due respect, I don’t see any other meaning other than sending the Seed of Hope to it for nothing, the Lord of Nightmare replied.

In Her opinion, the success rate of this plan was infinitely close to zero.

Even if She and Absurdity Jester helped stop two of the Void Sovereigns, it was impossible for the Calamity—a mortal—to fend off the remaining two Void Sovereigns in the Moon Realm.

Not to mention resisting, it was already not bad for him if he could escape from Them.

Back then, the Calamity could fight three alone in Currere and shatter three Void incarnations in one battle because he had the home ground advantage in Currere and a full set of Judgment equipment. Now, the advancement ritual was in the Moon Realm, and it was the Void Sovereign’s home ground. However, the other party only had Judgment 2 corresponding to the King of Deathblood and Judgment 4 corresponding to the Whispering Empress.

Ignoring the Void Sovereign, Coles—who had grasped three-quarters of the authority of the Father of the Crows and was blessed by the four Void Sovereigns at the same time—would be an extremely powerful opponent for him.

William didn’t seem to care. He shrugged and said, “If you’re unwilling to help, you just need to give me something.”

This was also William’s true goal in coming to the Nightmare Swamp.

What is it? Zamara asked in confusion.

“Coordinates. Coordinates to the Moon Realm domain, Black Crow Gaze.”

…

Erin, who had just completed the final deal, walked down from the towering chalk city wall. Along the way, the golden-armored guards equipped with magic swords bowed to her. However, she ignored them completely. Instead, she returned to her bedroom in a daze and sat down.

She first got the servants in the room to leave before sitting in front of the mirror and stroking the bronze crown placed in a velvet square box. She fell into deep thought for a long time.

After a long time, she asked, “Do you think I did the right thing?”

There was no one else in the room other than Erin.

However, a few seconds later, a ghostly voice sounded from all directions.

“I, Blackblade, have no right to comment on any of your decisions, Your Majesty.”

Upon hearing this, Erin couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s true…” she said in self-deprecation.

However, she then asked, “That’s only in terms of protecting me. I want to hear your opinion on that Crow Boss.”

This time, the ghostly voice immediately replied, “It’s extremely dangerous. The other party sensed my existence five seconds after seeing you and locked onto my aura in ten seconds. If the other party has the intention of hurting you, I am only confident in blocking three attacks for you. If you still want to meet him in the future, it’s recommended to bring three times the usual guards.”

“Three attacks… Wasn’t that very dangerous?” Erin asked teasingly.

“No, this bit of time is enough for the Platinum Ring’s chief to sense the problem and rush over.”

“Is that so?”

Erin sighed.

The shattered ship, the drowning person, and herself who had fallen into the abyss…

The prophetic nightmare from before gave her an ominous feeling. Therefore, when she finally negotiated the deal, she hesitated a few times about giving up the holy relic passed down by the royal family in exchange for the Shattered Sea storm to stop.

However, she ultimately insisted on her original plan.

This year’s Year of Starvation happened to coincide with the renewal of the Damon Continent’s truce agreement. Coupled with what had happened in the Blackwater Province, if they didn’t send troops to take down Ava State’s granary, the entire Empire would probably be filled with starving people and blood would cover the land for thousands of miles.

With this in mind, for some reason, the words the Crow Boss said before he left suddenly surfaced in Erin’s mind.

“You made the right choice. From now on, the Lighthouse of Hope will light up your Empire.”

What did he mean?