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

77 Substitute and Congratulations

Under William’s urging, Cass ran along the light.

Along the way, he constantly calmed the anxiety in his heart and suppressed the tyranny that would overwhelm him if he wasn’t careful. He imagined that he was still a mercenary of the Bramble Mercenaries and was only carrying out missions as usual.

He passed through the bloated undead that surrounded the church like a ghost. After cleaving apart the barricade in front of him, he finally saw the source of the light.

However, he realized that it might be too late to save the two people at the monster’s feet—if he ran over normally.

Unless…

An impatient sense of urgency swept across his back like an electric current.

Bear with it…

What would he have done in the past?

What would he have done in the past to save people the sword couldn’t reach?

In a flash, he threw the sword in his hand in the direction of the light.

The spinning sword tip tore through space, drawing out lightning. This strike flickered and blinked many times in space, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the giant’s back and sank deep into its body.

Roar!

Thorn-like lightning patterns instantly crawled up the giant’s body, and the rotten sores and fungi growing on its body constantly collapsed like fragments under the flashes of lightning.

It roared and turned around. Countless tiny eyes on its face looked past the damaged door at Cass.

The strike he threw wasn’t enough to kill the Lady of Starvation spawn who was famous for its tenacious vitality. After the lightning wrapped around the sword was exhausted, the porcelain-like wounds on its body immediately began to ooze with new corruption. Its fine flesh and blood constantly squirmed to repair the wound.

Other than the wound caused by Judgment 4, there was no chance of self-healing from the wound that had destroyed the Moon Realm essence at a deeper level.

However, the sword remained stuck in the other party.

The monster roared and punched the ground, and a rotten aura seeped into it.

Before Cass could react, the ground under his feet sank like a swamp. The black rot buried in the ground quickly spread along his calves and onto his body. Furthermore, with every inch it crawled up, a portion of it immediately condensed into a hard shell.

In less than the time it took a breath, the rot stacked up and imprisoned him in place.

As for the bloated undead that he had ignored during his haste to rush over, they surrounded him tightly after he was imprisoned.

Upon seeing this, Cass silently took off the black iron sword on his back and twisted the mechanism on the hilt, causing the runes on it to clamp in place.

The Presiding Judge had wiped away the spell named Breaking Dawn on the sword and helped him engrave a Fire-element rune spell on it.

“There are specialties in every field. My attainments in enchantment can’t compare to Enchanter Sibylla of the Judges in the past. I can only say that it’s still passably usable. However, I engraved this spell for you only to give you some inspiration. Remember to give it a try in actual combat if you have the chance next time. I’ve fought authority holders from the Damon Continent in the past, and they left a deep impression on me regarding the development of authority. Now that I think of it, it seems to be a little similar to this spell, so give it a try…”

This was what the Presiding Judge said when he returned the sword to him.

The Presiding Judge didn’t specify what he was to try. He only vaguely said that it was just a guess.

The moment the spell was activated, a scorching heat came from the sword, and dancing sparks suddenly appeared in the surrounding air.

Cass’s surroundings turned into a fiery red flame, and the rotten outer shell that spread to his legs was instantly ignited and exploded.

Then, all the bloated undead around him were ignited one by one, emitting a crackling sound.

It was as if they had spontaneously combusted.

Cass—who didn’t know the specific effects of this spell—tried to swing his sword horizontally.

In addition to the few bloated undead within the reach of the sword, dozens of bloated undead blocking him from the shattered door were sliced into two by the sword. Then, the halved bodies of the undead were ignited with the temple door.

A flaming sword-shaped phantom swung out with his strike.

He looked up.

It wasn’t just a sword phantom. At this moment, a three to four-meter-tall Fire Giant phantom appeared behind him. Its entire body was wrapped in molten dark-red armor, and bright red magma flowed through the cracks between its armor. The flaming sword phantom was held in its hand.

With a strike, all the obstacles in front of him were purified by the flames.

Was this the level of enchantment that was considered passably usable?

Although he was mentally prepared, this powerful strength left Cass secretly speechless.

The Presiding Judge’s definition of ‘usable’ was probably far from that of ordinary people.

Upon hearing the staggering footsteps of the undead behind him, Cass turned around and swung his sword. The Fire Giant phantom behind him also turned around and struck in unison.

The undead behind him was also sliced in half by the sword.

“I see. Is this how it’s used…”

Seeing the Flame Giant phantom move in sync with him, Cass suddenly seemed to understand what the Presiding Judge meant.

The festering monster had already crawled out of the temple. With every step it took, the rot in the ground grew crazily around it. Then, it crawled to its body and condensed layer by layer, finally forming an armor that resembled a blood scab.

After two strikes, the little magic power in the huge sword was exhausted by this spell, and the Fire Giant phantom behind Cass gradually dissipated.

He fixed the black iron heavy sword behind him again and beckoned with one hand. Judgment 4, which had stabbed into the Lunar Monster’s chest, pierced out of its chest and flew back into his hand.

This was Judgment 4’s ability. As a sword that symbolized absolute loyalty, the sword could return to his hand at any time as long as its master required its services.

According to the Presiding Judge, this was apparently called ‘knights don’t die bare-handed’.

The Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon—who had its chest penetrated—exploded with a roar mixed with pain and anger. The constantly squirming eyes on its head spun and gathered into a huge single eye. Then, its pupils dissipated into stars.

Its single eye projected a lake that reflected countless stars. Images of the end of all things constantly appeared on the lake.

A pale and slender hand suddenly reached out of the lake and picked up a rusty knight’s sword.

As for the Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon, it reached into its single eye and pulled out the sword.

The moment the rusty sword appeared, a dark-red aura began to spread, and a pungent smell of rust spread over.

The crackling flames on the surrounding bloated undead weakened after coming into contact with the dark-red aura. They struggled a few times before extinguishing, leaving behind dark-red embers.

Even the flames that symbolized destruction weakened under the sword’s aura.

After pulling out the sword, the Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon roared at the sky. It first jogged slowly before gradually increasing its speed. It raised the knight’s sword in its hand and stabbed at the abnormally tiny swordsman in front of it.

The dark-red rusty aura surged out with the strike, as if it wanted to corrode his bones.

However, the strike stopped when it was five to six meters away from the other party.

A knight’s sword that was four to five meters long and purely made of bright silver lightning blocked it out of thin air.

Cass only stood on the spot and made a slashing motion. As he did so, the lightning sword that looked identical to Judgment 4 swung at the same time, stopping the other party.

Behind Cass, a blurry phantom held the Sword of Lightning and did the same strike as him.

Not far away, William looked at the phantom behind Cass and muttered in surprise,

“I didn’t expect the idea of a substitute to work?”

…

Roy looked at the man who had summoned a blurry phantom to fight the Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The dark-red rusty aura constantly collided and entangled with the silver-white lightning, producing intense explosions from time to time and causing the ground to tremble.

In her experience, the man had the upper hand. The monster was constantly retreating under the other party’s continuous attacks.

I survived…

With this in mind, Roy turned to look at the pale-skinned crow-eyed man beside her.

She still didn’t understand what was going on. How did that person summon such powerful reinforcements just by raising the Holy Spirit Disc?

Was it because the Holy Spirits Church hadn’t completely abandoned them? Or was it the reinforcements sent by Vincent from Thorn City, who claimed to be the First Citizen?

From the clothes of the reinforcement and his skilled swordsmanship, the other party didn’t seem to be a true magic chanter.

Could it be a Spellblade?

However, she had never heard of a Spellblade capable of such an attack.

She planned on asking the prophet at the side about the situation, but when she turned her head, she realized that he wasn’t looking at the intense battle not far away.

His gaze crossed the battlefield where the dark-red aura was entangled with the bright silver lightning and looked at a few blurry figures in the distance.

“He’s here. The destined savior, the person who brought us hope; he’s back.”

The prophet no longer had his calm expression from before. His entire body was trembling as he spoke in an excited tone.

Roy curiously traced his gaze.

Previously, she thought that those humanoids were just bloated undead wandering not far away, but when she narrowed her eyes and observed, she realized that they were normal people slowly walking over.

The leader was a man in a tattered brown robe. He held the hands of two children, and behind him was a tall blond woman.

Huh?

Roy found the woman familiar.

When they got closer, she realized why she found the other party very familiar.

Wasn’t that woman the Silver Blood Daughter, Nizemar, who had come to their Sealing Temple more than two months ago and asked them to cooperate by providing her with intelligence?

Could this really be reinforcements sent by the Holy Spirits Church?

Roy subconsciously looked at Woolt, whose spine had been spanned into an inverted V.

Was she wrong? The Church didn’t give up on them?

Was the man wielding the magic sword one of the legendary Church’s strongest trump cards, the Demon Burial?

This might was indeed somewhat similar to the legendary Demon Burial Paladin.

Before Roy could ask, the crow-eyed man beside her replied, “No, they’re not from the Holy Spirits Church.”

He also looked at Woolt, who was no longer breathing, and shook his head regretfully.

“Poor Woolt. Even before his death, he refused to believe that he had been abandoned by the Holy Spirits Church. The Church won’t come here to save you. They’re cowardly and incompetent. They only dare to curl up in safety, cover their eyes, and convince themselves that the impending crisis doesn’t exist.”

“Then who are they?” Roy asked.

“Didn’t I just say that?”

“The destined savior?”

Roy didn’t find it a very convincing answer, especially since there was a relic hunter among them.

“Or let me put it another way. A name you’ve definitely heard of—Doomsday Watchers,”

the man said as if he was declaring something.

Roy wasn’t sure if the other party was joking with her, but if this was a joke, the other party lacked a sense of humor.

“You mean the one from a thousand years ago?” Roy probed.

The person nodded.

“But didn’t the Doomsday Watchers disband after the Eighth Holy Spirit’s first ascension?”

There was no record of William Kane’s death in history. In the Riel Empire’s official history books, the day William Kane disappeared was set as the first Ascension Day.

The crow-eyed man laughed.

“Therefore, as long as he returns, the Doomsday Watchers will return.”

Recalling the sudden divinity manifestation of the figurines not long ago, Roy seemed to have guessed whom the other party was referring to.

Chi!

Clang!

Not far away, the sword made of lightning severed the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Rotten Demon, and the rusty knight’s sword in its hand fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the phantom behind the Spellblade suddenly swung his sword and beheaded the monster. The moment the monster’s head fell to the ground, the person dispelled the phantom behind him. Then, he blinked in front of the head and stabbed into the monster’s eye.

The monster stopped moving after letting out a dying roar.

“You’re saying… the Eighth Holy Spirit has descended?” Roy asked in disbelief as she watched the Spellblade cleanly finish the monster that would throw ordinary Master-level magic chanters into a bitter battle.

The person didn’t answer. Instead, he quietly watched the gray-haired man walk towards him.

When the other party was less than five meters away from him, he knelt on one knee and held the Holy Spirit Disc up to him.

“According to the Crows’ prophecy, I present the Holy Spirit Disc to congratulate you on your return and the return of Judgment. Presiding Judge, Your Excellency William Kane.”