Chapter 190 The Era of Peace
The deepest part of Demon King's City.
On the lonely throne, a tall figure touched his forehead with his hand. The cold armor was shrouded in dense black air, and scarlet eyes emerged from the gaps in the armor on his head.
The cloaked demon slowly walked in and knelt down on one knee in front of the figure on the throne.
"Is everything done? Shorahat."
The figure on the throne slowly spoke.
"The big demons are very self-centered, but they have also tried their best not to put pressure on the human side. The awakening time of that person will be delayed long enough."
The kneeling figure is none other than the Demon King's deputy, the all-knowing Shorahat, a great demon who sees all possibilities, and whose status is even higher than that of the Seven Bengxians.
There was only one person who asked him to kneel down and salute.
The enemy of the world, the Demon King!
"Just prolong the time?"
"Please rest assured that the emotional fluctuations in the moment will fade with the passage of time. Ruthlessness is the normal state of God."
The figure on the throne was silent for a moment and then asked, "If I challenge you, do you think there is a chance of winning?"
"Human beings cannot fight against gods, and the same goes for demons."
Shorahat lowered his head slowly, "But in the name of the all-knowing Shorahat, I will fulfill your long-cherished wish."
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The news that the demons were defeated and seeking peace spread from Oed to the central countries.
The brave team and the military jointly defeated the demons, forcing the remaining demons to find a way out in exchange for not leaving the Ode area.
The era of peace has officially begun.
The only regret is that the brave team died in this battle. In order to commemorate their heroic deeds, many places began to build bronze statues and hold celebrations.
All the soldiers who participated in the last battle came to the royal city to receive the king's reward after the battle. All the central countries began to celebrate and cheer for the arrival of peace.
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On the outskirts of Barum, in an overgrown wasteland, two figures stood side by side.
"Do you believe this news?"
"Who knows, maybe the sacrificed brave team is so strong that it is no match for the Seven Beng Sages, the Omniscient One and the Corrupt Sage, and can even defeat the Demon King."
Fulian's eyes were all on the magic book, and she answered casually without raising her head.
"I didn't know you had a talent for telling bad jokes."
"Unless Qibengxian's miraculous magic is so powerful, it can't be dealt with without finding the targeted weaknesses."
Luke stretched out his hand towards the ground under his feet. The earth turned into an ocean in an instant, and then turned into a sea of fire. The strong wind swept the raging fire, forming giant flame tornadoes, as if to connect the sky and the earth, and the burning breath hit his face. Come.
But the next moment everything returned to its original state, and only the residual heat proved that this was not a dream.
"He is quite proficient in material transformation, and his magical power is close to one-third of mine."
Fulilian put away the book and watched it for a while, "There is no need to spar with you anymore. You have already surpassed me in terms of actual magic."
There are some geniuses in the world who are beyond the reach of even geniuses.
For example, her teacher Flame, who is less than thirty years old and is far more powerful than her who is hundreds of years old, has developed many magics and various theoretical conjectures that no one has cracked even after thousands of years.
He surpassed himself in less than ten years. Although Luke was not as good as Flame, he was not far behind.
"Theoretical knowledge is not sufficient yet. If I can analyze the structure and characteristics of all matter in the world, I can change everything. If I have enough magic power."
Luke looked at his palm and stated the facts in a calm tone.
"It is too laborious to analyze matter manually. Such an ambitious goal is too long even based on the lifespan of an elf."
Fulian pointed out the difficulty directly.
"I heard that there is a demon called Water Mirror in an ancient ruins. It can make a copy of the original body. If you can learn this magic, you can shorten the time significantly."
Thinking of the first-level magician exam in the original book, Luke came up with a solution that seemed feasible.
"Are you planning to set out to find the Water Mirror Demon?"
"No, there is plenty of time, no less than this moment." Luke touched the Mirror Lotus Ring in his hand, "Go back."
Fulilian was obviously a little surprised, "It's only been two hours since I came out. Have you become more and more family-oriented lately?"
"Teila will be jealous if she leaves for too long." Luke showed a faint smile. "And today is the end of the ban. There should be a fool who will rush back without stopping."
Luke looked in the direction of the mansion, showing a little melancholy, "Although it's too late no matter how fast it is, it's too late."
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Amir likes to repeat some of the things Luke said.
Because some words are very philosophical and make him feel as if he has learned something, while some words sound very philosophical and can fool people into pretending.
There are also some words that I didn’t understand before, but now I think they are very appropriate in retrospect.
For example, I feel more timid when I'm close to my hometown.
After returning home with the Medal of Honor, Amir felt unable to move. He longed to return to the mansion immediately, but when he really stepped into Barum's territory, he did not dare to go home directly.
After lingering for a long time, Amir did not return to the familiar mansion, but walked around the city. He saw some familiar shops, and even more scenes that had been completely transformed. He even saw a statue of Luke in the middle of the city.
This was built by the city lord for Luke when he received the title of "Father of Modern Magic". Over the past few years, it has become a city attraction, and magicians will come to pay their respects from time to time.
"It's a great time."
Amir muttered sourly, but also felt a little proud unconsciously. His brother was always so powerful.
The sky was getting dark, and he felt that he would have to rest in the hotel if he didn't go back. Amir hesitated for a while, then walked to the mansion and knocked on the door with a little excitement.
The person who came out to receive him was not the previous butler, but a young face. The new butler was stunned for a moment when he saw his appearance and attire, and then reacted.
"You are Master Amir, welcome home."
The new butler politely invited the person in, "I am Charles, the new butler who came to the mansion after you left home."
Amir looked around. The interior and exterior of the mansion were exactly the same, with not much sign of change.
"Where's Uncle Arnold from before?"
"That was my father. He died of illness three years ago."
Amir was silent for a moment, "Everything was fine while I was away from home."
Charles showed hesitation, and Amir suddenly felt a bad premonition.
"Just tell me if you have anything to say."
"Your mother passed away three months ago."
Amir's body shook. After a few seconds of silence, he strode to Ms. Luo Yin's original room and opened the door tremblingly.
After seeing the empty room, Amir's face turned pale, his mind went blank, and he fell to the ground, trembling and crying.
He obviously only left for a few years.
"We haven't seen you for seven years, and you still look like this useless person."
An indifferent voice sounded from behind, followed by a powerful kick that knocked Amir down.
Amir temporarily stopped crying, wiped his face and got up from the ground. When he saw a face that was no different from the one in his memory, he cried even harder.
"Luke, Luke!"
He hugged Luke's thigh while crying. His tears, nose, and saliva were all smeared on the other's trouser legs. The elf who looked a little mystical wanted to kick the person in front of him again.
However, Luke endured it in the end. After all, he was the son of a frog who had been away from home for many years, and he had just learned that his relative had passed away. It would not be good to start beating him as soon as he returned home.
When Amir was tired of crying, Luke asked Charles to take him to wash up briefly, then returned to the room to tell Terela that she would not be back tonight.
Terela didn’t ask much. She was not familiar with Amir, but she understood the friendship between brothers.
The two of them sat down at the small table on the roof of the mansion, placed a large bottle of wine on the table, and started chatting while looking at the bright moon.
After crying, Amir's mood became a little more stable, but the sadness on his face could not be concealed. He drank wine in a depressed manner, and waited until the alcohol had paralyzed his brain before he started talking.
"Actually, I regretted it as soon as I joined the army. I thought it would be enough to defeat the demons, but I didn't expect the management inside to be so strict."
"But if I run back in despair, I will lose all the face of the Campbell family, so I can only grit my teeth and persist. When I miss you, I will look at the moon like you did when you were a child, thinking that you should also look at the moon in other places. ”
"Writing letters is very troublesome. There is a shortage of supplies on the front line and there are many demons. If I hadn't been a noble and had some privileges, let alone writing letters, I wouldn't be able to bring back any oral messages."
"I've become a lot more powerful over the years, and I can fight with the demon generals a few times. I thought I was pretty good at first, but guess what, I suddenly heard that you became the father of modern magic."
"When I came back, I felt like everything was gone. My mother was gone, Teacher Lenis was gone, Uncle Arnold was gone, and I didn't even know a few of the servants in the house."
Amir smiled wryly, drank another glass of wine, and looked at Luke, "Everything has changed. Only you are the same as before. You haven't changed at all."
Luke replied calmly, "It's just that the appearance hasn't changed."
"Yes, you actually have a family." Amir curled his lips, as if he felt that his brother's sneaking away was very unreasonable, "Did you know that the eldest son of a noble family is not allowed to have a family, and the second son is not allowed to have a family."
Luke lay on his back on the roof, "Let's not mention that I am not a descendant of the Campbell family. You don't think you are your brother, do you?"
"I'm six years older than you!"
"Amir, when a person can only rely on age, it means that he is inferior to the other person in everything."
Amir rolled his eyes, a little melancholy, "I am indeed inferior to you in everything. If you were a descendant of the Campbell family, you would do better than me."
Luke shook his head, "Don't always think about what if, you have to look forward. Amir, as the backbone of the Campbell family, you should be more mature."
"I behaved very maturely in the army, and this was in front of you." Amir muttered.
"I understand that no matter how old you are, you still feel like a child in front of your father."
"...If you still talk like this, I'll have to beat you up."
Luke stood up and raised his eyebrows: "What, you want to come to the 3663rd competition?"
Amir was startled when he heard this number. His eyes seemed to have spanned time, and he once again saw the two teenagers fighting swords on the lawn. They looked at each other from a distance, observing each other's movements.
Not far away, a dignified and elegant woman and a beautiful elf mentor looked at the two people and talked with each other with a smile.
Scenes from the past appeared in his mind. He drank all the wine in the bottle in one gulp, his expression seemed to be crying and laughing, and he slowly fell drunk on the table, murmuring softly in his mouth.
"I can't go back, I can't go back."
(End of chapter)