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

114 Negotiation

“Calamity, you’re not welcome here!”

William stopped when he heard the sweet voice. He floated in the air and looked at the other party.

In front of him was a huge mist phantom that was so blurry that one could only tell that it was probably a woman. The only thing clear about Her was Her two eyes that flickered with a faint blue light.

“Why? Is it because I snatched something from you in the Holy Sepulchre not long ago, or because I tore down six layers of curtains here the last time I was here?” William asked with a smile.

The other party didn’t reply. The sky, which was as thick as an oil painting, was stirred by a force and almost half of the sky’s color was pulled into a deep vortex. Then, a huge suction force came from the vortex.

This power didn’t affect anything corporeal at all, but any invisible object—be it a summoned creature formed from magic or a Lunar Monster—would feel an irresistible force.

The first to bear the brunt was the crow messenger floating beside William. Under this power, it instantly returned to its crow form. Then, the feathers on its body began to be constantly torn.

As for William, the wings made of light on his back were torn apart by a huge force, turning into fragmented specks of light that were attracted to the vortex.

The moment the surrounding Lunar Monsters saw the vortex appear, they immediately flew into the sky, dug holes, and turned into mist to leave this dangerous place in front of them as quickly as possible. This was a sign that the Lord of Nightmare was angry. If they dared to stay here at a time like this, they would be reduced to the most basic emotional Elementals by the Lord of Nightmare and await reconstruction.

Some Lunar Monsters that had existed for a long time and had experienced the war in the past had already fled when they heard Ms. Zamara say the word ‘Calamity.’ The last time the man named Calamity came here with his subordinates, he killed only two of the seven demon generals in the Nightmare Swamp. It wasn’t until Ms. Zamara accumulated power from Currere in the past century that she restored the demon generals under her command to all seven.

Other than the Demon Generals, countless ordinary Lunar Monsters had been killed—true deaths that included the impossibility of reconstructing their bodies.

“Lord William!”

The crow messenger flying beside William saw that it was about to lose control and be pulled into the vortex. It shouted in despair at William; it could barely keep stable under the immense forces.

The latter waved a magical medium at the ground, and a huge dark-brown nexus appeared below them. Then, a rock and soil stone platform arched up and quickly rose under their feet. The light wings on William’s back were torn apart and turned into specks of light. He grabbed the crow that was about to lose control and landed steadily on the stone platform.

A heaviness that connected to the ground negated the pull of the vortex. William felt the restless mana in his body being pulled by the vortex calm down.

A blue gaze shot over. William was level with the eyes of the Lord of Nightmare.

“If you want to attack, you should at least understand my intentions for coming.”

William stood on the stone platform and grumbled.

The Lord of Nightmare snorted coldly. Dense cracks instantly crawled up the stone platform under William’s feet, and the entire stone platform shook as if it would shatter and collapse in the next second.

“Your intentions… Do you think this is still a thousand years ago? Or do you think this is still your era? You’re only a stumbling block left behind by the past to us now. Perhaps it’s troublesome, but it’s definitely not an obstacle. You can’t stop anything in the upcoming new era,” Zamara said in an arrogant tone.

She wasn’t wrong. Compared to the power of the Moon Realm and the Vic Continent, even if the 1,000-year-old Doomsday Watchers transmigrated in an organized fashion, the final chance of success wasn’t even 20%. Compared to the entire Moon Realm, his combat strength alone was only a moderate problem for the Void Sovereigns to completely control the entire continent.

However…

“Therefore, the problem lies in this so-called ‘new era.’ I want to know what new era you’re pursuing. Is it the ashes and silence that the Ruin Demon God, Ordin, pursues, or the endless battles and fury that the King of Deathblood yearns for, or the endless reversals and betrayals that the Whispering Empress, Beatrice, hopes for? Don’t tell me you don’t have any disagreements on this question?” William stared into Zamara’s deep eyes and asked.

However, Zamara only replied in disdain, “Calamity, what you’re saying now is completely meaningless. Even if there are differences in how to deal with this world, that’s only a matter for chess players. As chess pieces, mortals can forget about giving us any suggestions.”

As She spoke, a gauze-like mist began to envelop the stone platform where William was. Then, fine net-like seals condensed from it.

This was the other party’s plan to completely seal off the nearby Moon Realm domain. If William didn’t break through and leave before the seal took shape, he might be trapped here and face the Lord of Nightmare.

William, who didn’t have Judgment 9, didn’t even theoretically have the ability to crack the Lord of Nightmare’s powers.

Lightning as thin as threads began to flash near the stone platform. They destroyed the net-like seal formed by the mist and delayed the seal’s construction. William calculated how much time he had left to leave and went along with the other party’s words.

“Then, does it matter to you even if the chessboard is smashed?”

Hearing this, the Lord of Nightmare fell silent.

However, She still didn’t stop the construction of the spatial seal.

This meant that William’s words didn’t shake the other party’s resolve.

Therefore, he continued adding, “Plane fusion means binding the Moon Realm’s domain to the land of Currere. If this plan succeeds, there won’t be any so-called nightmares and anomalies on the Vic Continent, and there won’t be any so-called fear and shock from normalities turning into abnormalities. This is because these things will become something that happens in reality every second, and it will become a daily experience for every mortal. No matter how perfect the horrifying effects you produce in a nightmare are, they won’t be half as terrifying as what other Void Sovereigns can do in reality. And your authority will become worthless after the plane fusion—when that happens, what do you plan on changing your title to? Lord of Realism?”

Among the Void Sovereigns, other than the Absurdity Jester, who didn’t want the plane fusion to happen, William could only think of the Lord of Nightmare.

Nightmares were terrifying precisely because of the distortion of reality. If the entire world turned into a truly distorted, demonic realm, the authority the Lord of Nightmare wielded would become meaningless. When that happened, Zamara could only become a follower who picked up leftovers behind the other Void Sovereigns.

After William finished speaking, the spatial seals built around him stopped. William took the opportunity to destroy them all in one breath. Then, he softened his tone and said,

“There are many ways to completely let the Moon Realm control the Vic Continent, and plane fusion is the least cost-effective for you. It might even be worse than maintaining the status quo—with your authority to connect to all mortal nightmares, you can obtain a large amount of nourishment from Currere even if it’s not in the year of your disaster. But if…”

“Don’t tell me you’re telling me…”

Zamara interrupted William and asked in an unprecedented mocking tone, “Back then, you foiled our plans three times and sealed all the Moon Realm rifts on the Vic Continent—the Moon Realm Calamity. Now, you wish to help a Void Sovereign maximize the benefits She can obtain from Currere?”

William stopped and replied in a serious tone, “How can that be? If possible, I would want all of you dead.”