For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 310 Fullalo Kane

Chapter 310 Fullalo Kane

Returning to the conference hall of the Bone White House, Fullalo slowed down his previous hasty pace.

The simple and solemn stone gate slowly closed under her control, and the complicated runes interlocked with each other, shielding the harsh and noisy shouts from the door.

In the empty hall, only her footsteps echoed at this moment.

The gorgeous skirt behind Fu Laluo dragged a long red track on the neat carpet, **** as if the road she had walked for so many years.

Walking in the empty hall, after many years, Fu Lalo once again felt that he was alone again.

This feeling is like the day when I was converted into a lich by my adoptive parents; it also seems to be the day when I learned that I was selected as the incarnation of the Great Mother of the Holy Tree and will hold a divine marriage ceremony with the father of the wilderness.

Adoptive parents…

Recalling them, a bitter smile hung on the corner of Fu Lalo’s mouth.

The pair of human adoptive parents who gave their surnames, raised her who was abandoned, told her what it means to pursue the truth, and taught her magical knowledge, until they brought her to the core of the World Tree, they will always be there. The affectionate veil that had been disguised for a long time was torn off.

Raising a forest elf orphan is not to better integrate into foreign cultures, nor is it to look back and feel the family affection that I have never experienced in the past… The legacy of the member of the trial seat, Frost Witch Nihe, can reproduce The brilliant materials of frost spells are the only thing they pursue.

Actually, if this is the case, Fu Laluo is not unwilling to sacrifice herself for the couple who study magic, and for her only relative in this world.

Because since she was a child, her adoptive parents who pretended to be scholars have always told her that family affection is the greatest thing, and the eternal pursuit of truth is greater than family affection.

Besides truth and affection, everything else is secular.

So, in order to fulfill her adoptive parents’ exploration of the peak of the magic way, she is willing to sacrifice herself.

But they didn’t do all this to climb the peak of the magic path. Fu Laluo had already seen through the truth from their eyes that couldn’t restrain their excitement.

Those two taught themselves so well that after the age of fourteen, in order to learn more about magic, Fulalo created a familiar that they couldn’t even detect, lurking in the place they thought was well hidden. The secret room to find new documents.

And heard their secret conversation inside.

It wasn’t for seeking the truth, they planned all of this just to be able to find Neh’s legacy and make atonement, allowing them to return to the power center of the distant Platinum City and seek a comeback.

For the “worldly” things they despise.

Obviously as long as she gave an order, she would tie herself up as a lamb for them to exchange for the truth, but they chose to deceive—using ridiculous and lame lies, and a disguise that can be seen through at a glance.

So, she doesn’t want to do what they want.

“What’s your name?”

When opening the Forgotten Ze, Nehe asked her this question from the imprint left in the soul box.

“Frallo Kane.”

Facing the power that still makes her feel awed from the bottom of her heart even after thousands of years have passed, she replied respectfully.

“Kain… Good name, so are you going to accept my inheritance? Do you know what price you have to pay for this?”

“Death and Rebirth.”

Fu Laluo’s calm answer.

“I have to say, you are too young, which makes your death not worth enough to give you a new life. If you were replaced by any two people below, you could probably inherit 40% of the experience and experience I left behind. Talent. As for you, I’m afraid it can barely reach 20%.”

Neh’s remaining spiritual imprint suggested so.

“Then let the two of them pay the price with me, I will ask for ten percent.”

“…you may die directly, and cannot be reborn.”

After a moment of silence, Neh’s spiritual imprint confirmed it for the last time.

“It doesn’t matter, if that’s the case, that’s what I’m after too.”

…

Although he was not the one who did it, Fu Lalo did kill his adoptive parents on the day he came of age.

Sir William Kane’s previous guess was wrong. In fact, her adoptive parents did not even live to the day when she obtained that terrifying talent.

She was supposed to tell William this, but for some reason, she didn’t want to.

Before killing her parents, Fu Lalo was very curious about how she would feel afterwards.

Killed the adoptive parents who gave me a second life—even if they had thousands of things wrong, they just raised her as a sacrifice that could be used one day, but every minute and every second that I have experienced in living for so many years , but it was given by both of them.

After all, Fu Laluo did not hate her adoptive parents, but respected and loved them very much.

Therefore, they taught themselves that the pursuit of truth is higher than family affection and everything else, and she has always kept it in her heart. Since the two of them are unwilling to climb the peak of the magic way for the sake of worldly things, then she can only go down for them.

And after killing her adoptive parents, her most intuitive feeling is—no feeling at all.

It’s not that he is insensitive and has no feeling, but that the “feeling” itself doesn’t exist anymore.

Her heart was as empty as the void between the stars in the night sky, nothing could fill it.

All meanings were dissipated deep in her heart and became formless. She lost the reason to live and the drive to die.

If she hadn’t seen the text on Nehe’s manuscript, she would probably have stayed in that secret room for the rest of her life, sitting and thinking about the limits of truth. But Nihe’s last words injected new impetus into her—the person who accepted the inheritance of the member of the trial seat will take over his responsibility of guarding Ravenwood.

At this point, Fu Laluo’s clockwork was tightened again.

Guard Ravenwood, but in his own way.

Relying on its own strength internally to suppress the ready-to-move opposition, and externally dealing with various forces, bit by bit this ancient country was pushed out of its own corrupt cycle.

The only power will only be held tightly in your own hands, and you will deal with all issues with the simplest and most efficient logic, but you will not take anyone’s feelings into consideration—the public says she has no heart, she ignores it, and the opposition is colluding in private to rebel , she suppressed.

After leaving behind a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, she finally pushed the country out of the fire pit by three centimeters.

However, she just left for a while, and let go of her hand just a little bit…

The blood on Fulalo’s skirt was left when she killed the guards when she returned to the White House.

After I left earlier, the Oak Council raised their arms in the palace and mobilized them to rebel against their tyranny and overthrow the order they left behind.

Only a very small number of guards stood on their side, and they were cleared out immediately.

When she and Ebony came back, the entire corridor of the Bone White House was in communion.

It may be that the information from the Oak Council and the palace is out of sync. Those guards and subjects who swore allegiance in the past all charged at her.

After killing several batches, they felt the fear of being forgotten again.

Those people stepped back one after another, prostrated themselves in front of her, begging for forgiveness.

Just like the old days.

But when she walked into the inner courtyard of the Bone White House alone, when the reinforcements from the Oak Council arrived, those people, after gaining confidence, charged towards Ebony who was left behind as a guard.

is also the same as in the past.

The illusion of peace and stability these years even made her forget that she was alone all this time.

Flaro, who sat on the Throne of Withered Glory, thought so.

Immediately, she felt an unprecedented relaxation.

Because it’s finally… It’s all coming to an end.

Because there is one person who will bear this responsibility for her, who will bear the dissipated anger and sorrow of 40 million souls for her, and will help her defeat the enemy that she will never be able to defeat.

For Fullalo, who relied on half-determination and carried the fate of the entire race, it was a kind of relief like a religious experience.

She spent so many years and caused countless murders, only to push this country out of the fire pit by three centimeters.

And that man is going to put out the whole fire pit.

He wants to **** back the fate of the forest elves from the hands of the king of nothingness.

The Ether Realm was connected to the circuit of the Throne of Dry Glory, and the magic power began to fill again.

Countless familiars flew to every corner of Ravenwood according to Fu Laluo’s will.

“All forest elves, all citizens of Jade Province, descendants of the conquerors of Ava Continent, hello…”

Fularo made her voice echo on the ground.

Soon, she’ll be able to…

Also at this time, an arrow like glass, an arrow stained with the blood of the incarnation of the Holy Spirit, broke through the magic blockade of the hall and galloped towards her throat.

(end of this chapter)