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

180 Instant Death Authority (2)

Splash…

A figure fell from the spot where the Black Hole had disappeared and landed straight in the sea, floating on the sea like the surrounding splinters.

Is he dead?

William spread the membrane wings on his back and swooped down. At the same time, all kinds of defense spells lit up over his body.

An Authority holder was known as a demigod. The toughness of their body far exceeded that of ordinary people. Some of them even had a conceptual defense, such as never being injured by the power of certain elemental types. Therefore, even though William was very sure that the other party would be completely incapacitated after suffering the damage of the Black Hole, he was still prepared for all aspects of defense.

When William was halfway there, he realized that he had been too cautious.

It’s starting to dissipate…

He noticed that most of the warship fragments floating on the sea churned a few times in the wave before turning into foam and disappearing.

Be it the warship or Terra, they were originally only memories from the past, but they temporarily reappeared in the world through this magical mist. Now, since the phantoms had been destroyed and even the surrounding mist had been swept clean by him, it wasn’t strange for them to begin dissipating.

William hovered above Terra Riel’s spirit and calmed the waves around him. Then, he looked at him quietly.

Terra’s appearance was a replica of how he looked before he died in this sea.

His eyes widened as he floated on his back on the sea, and his face froze with a liberated expression. A crystal clear arrow was stabbed diagonally into his left eye, and a sharp arrowhead extended out his skull, refracting a seven-colored halo under the sunlight.

It was an arrow shot out by the divine artifact, Glazed Moon, that Remides held. This arrow could produce all elemental magic by injecting the purest Creatons. Therefore, it could ignore any magic resistance.

And the other party had been struck by this arrow 800 years ago, so he probably died here.

The other party was only a memory from the past that appeared thanks to the mist that originated from the power of the High Elves’ ancestors. William couldn’t figure out which mythical god the other party had resonated with through a ritual.

Although there were exceptions, generally speaking, the mirror ritual corresponding to the divine target chosen by the Authority holder needed to be widely known and have an older history to become stronger.

All the myths and legends that could trigger ritual magic were vague memories of creation deep in people’s souls if it was traced back to the source. Therefore, the wider the reach of these stories, the more they proved their far-reaching impact. The older these stories were, the closer they were to the creation of the world.

To reach the other party’s strength as a mythical prototype, William estimated that he had to reach the level of a mythical main god at the very least. William knew a little about the myths and legends that originated from the seven civilizations on the Vic Continent. However, after flipping through the characteristics of the mythical main gods in his mind, he couldn’t match any of them.

Even now, his main body was flipping through even more ancient information in the Library of the Dead, but he still had no clue.

He didn’t even completely understand the other party’s authority.

As the battle ended quickly, William didn’t figure out the black lightning. However, the blood-red sword beam was a powerful force that could be used on spells.

The waterspouts he had summoned with Tornado weren’t dissipated by the sword beam but collapsed after the sword beam sliced through the spell’s main body. Just based on this, the other party’s authority could be said to be the nemesis of all magic chanters in the world.

It was also because of this that William chose to use Black Hole, which was extremely small and difficult to capture and intercept, for the final strike.

“Hey…”

What he found even more ridiculous was the ability to remotely crush his clone’s heart.

Without any physical contact, he instantly released an Instant Death skill. This wasn’t even as exaggerated as the Holy Spirit, the Dead, who had gathered all the authority of Death.

“Hey…”

Magic Break and Death might be connected… I’ll carry out the subsequent investigations using these.

William thought as he watched Terra’s spirit gradually dissipate.

“Hey!”

A voice shouted in William’s ear, pulling him back to reality.

William turned his head and saw a tired Liz calling him.

William came back to his senses and said, “Sorry, sorry. I’ll teleport back to Whalebone immediately. Once we’re on the ship, you can disconnect the magic pathways.”

Maintaining Faerie Mist for a long time consumed a lot of energy even though the consumption in the mist was greatly reduced. As William’s greatest guarantee of combat strength on his trip to the Ava State, Liz’s state was more important than his.

He had already encountered so much trouble on the Shattered Sea. There might be something waiting for him when he went ashore. Therefore, William didn’t plan on having her consume too much energy before reaching Ava State.

William looked apologetic. The other party rolled her eyes at him and said, “I’m not talking about that. I’m still far from my limit… Didn’t you say that everything has begun to dissipate? But what’s going on over there?”

As Liz spoke, she pointed to the side.

Just as William flew over to see Terra’s spirit, the surrounding mist began to spread again. It was misty in the direction Liz pointed. He could vaguely see something.

However, the shattered remains of many ships floated over from that direction.

The fragments of the huge warship had disappeared long before Terra’s spirit disappeared, so there was only one possibility…

“Then, let’s go over and see if there are any survivors,” William said.

…

It was very easy for people to fall into hysteria on a half-sinking ship.

“Drop those damned rafts quickly! Stop f*cking dawdling. The water is almost at my waist.”

“Without fresh water, we’ll all die if we don’t get on the raft. No one is to steer the rafts away before the door to the water storage room opens.”

“Fresh water? The entire raft is limited in size. Even if you put a bucket of fresh water on it, who are you planning on kicking into the sea to feed the fish?”

“I don’t have such plans, but if you think that this will eventually happen, choose one of the three of you.”

“Huh? Why isn’t it you, or that b*tch beside you who doesn’t know how to do anything other than pray?”

“Why not me? That’s because I’m a mage who knows Storm spells. Without my help, none of you can reach Ava State alive. Why not her? That’s because, without her help, you would have been charred by that dragon. Moreover, bringing her to Ava State was our goal. If she dies, we will die even if we reach Ava State.”

The young man with an indistinct nexus in his hand protected Diana behind him as he faced the three sailors with their swords unsheathed, his eyes flickering with a faint silver light.

A magic chanter against three ordinary people was a one-sided battle under normal circumstances.

However, because of them being in close quarters, coupled with the fact that he was exhausted, he doubted his chances of winning when facing three armed ordinary people.

The girl behind him was still praying.

“You are an eternal and indestructible spirit in our hearts, the beginning of creation…”

“Can you shut that b*tch up?” the leader of the three sailors roared.

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“Diana, stop talking…” he whispered.

“They’re all very agitated now. Don’t make it worse.”

“After all, the Eighth Holy Spirit won’t answer your prayers immediately.”