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

100 Father of the Crows

The Father of the Crows was a strange and contradictory Moon Realm existence.

Although its strength wasn’t comparable to a Void Sovereign, it wasn’t as powerless in Currere as the Moon Realm Overlords. Its influence on Currere far exceeded that of ordinary Moon Realm Overlords. Even in its slumber, it could effectively project its strength into Currere.

It was known as the summoner of storms and the prophet. It could stir up a terrifying storm on the sea route, but subsequently, point the lost crew in the direction of a lighthouse using dreams on a stormy night.

It was rumored that the Shadow Queen, who had completely severed ties with the Empire back then had retreated to a corner of Ava State and signed a contract with the Father of the Crows. It promised that as long as she was still the effective ruler of Ava State, the storm would envelop the Shattered Sea and protect all of Ava State’s city-states from the Empire’s fleet.

However, even though it was so powerful, the name of the Father of the Crows remained unknown in Currere. It was as if it didn’t want anyone in Currere to mention it. Many nosy people had tried to communicate with it, but most of them returned empty-handed. Very few people successfully communicated with this mysterious Moon Realm existence, and they often acted secretive after that.

In the Currere, only a mysterious organization confirmed that they were its believers—Crows.

Although they couldn’t say the name ‘Father of the Crows,’ they still busied themselves for centuries to make their master whole again. To complete this goal, they even barged into the heavily guarded Astral Lighthouse and didn’t hesitate to oppose the Astral Council, the strongest mage organization in Currere.

But the problem was, did the Father of the Crows want to return to his original state?

No, it didn’t even want anyone in this world to remember its existence.

For this reason, it didn’t hesitate to cast a Silence Oath on its name. Once anyone in the know said the name ‘Father of the Crows’ to others, their soul would be completely torn apart.

Therefore, the next question—who was controlling the Crows? What was his goal in hoping for the Father of the Crows to return to its complete state?

The moment William sensed that the light spot that symbolized the Crown of Original Darkness in his ether domain had disappeared, he knew the answer.

At the same time, many of the questions that had circled his mind were answered.

Why was the soul fragment of the Father of the Crows capable of suppressing the main body of a Demon General?

Why didn’t that Crow Feather Prophet know about the deal between the Father of the Crows and the Lord of Nightmare?

According to William’s interrogation of the crow monster, the soul fragment in the Holy Sepulchre was supposed to be returned to the Father of the Crows. But why didn’t the Crows know? Why did they believe that the fragment had fallen into Zamara’s hands and couldn’t be retrieved?

The answer was very simple. The Father of the Crows wasn’t a Moon Realm Overlord. He was an incomplete Void Sovereign. The goals of the Crows and the Father of the Crows were the opposite from the beginning.

The so-called slumbering will of the Father of the Crows was what was left of Blake’s will. In the past 1,000 years, he had done his best to keep himself in a shattered state.

As for the true leader of the Crows, he was busy with the opposite—returning the unborn Void Sovereign to its complete state.

On stage, Coles’s actor went crazy and wanted to break the seal in front of the sarcophagus, but he was repelled by the power emitted by the sarcophagus seal every time. Judgment 4 trembled slightly in front of the sarcophagus, and the power emitted using it as a medium caused Coles, a Crowman whose soul was in the Moon Realm, to suffer injuries that were difficult to heal.

Rich curses began to surge from Coles, but he didn’t care. He only shouted at the sarcophagus with a ferocious expression, “Blake! Is there a point in doing this? With your will as a mortal, how long can you suppress this power?”

Other than the echoes echoing in the tomb, no one answered him.

After a while, Coles finally calmed down.

He took a deep look at the indestructible sarcophagus and finally turned to leave.

Before he left, he left one last sentence:

“I’ll wait until the day you can’t hold on anymore. Be it ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, I’ll wait for that day. And before that, I’ll record how this world sank bit by bit into oblivion. Then, on that day, I’ll tell you that all of this was a result of your choice.”

The lights went out, and the curtain fell.

The fourth act of The Destruction of Judgment—The Cursed and the Lost—ended.

Valk, who was admiring William’s expression, laughed maniacally. He smiled and said,

“Bravo! Bravo! To be honest, I’m really glad that this soul fragment fell into my hands by a freak combination of factors. Otherwise, many of the scenes in the epic drama, The Destruction of Judgment, would have been buried in history. Or perhaps, if this soul fragment is obtained by my other companions, they might use it to make unreliable plans and make this already boring world even more boring…”

“Valk…”

William quickly calmed down. He looked at the Void Sovereign and asked, “You made Mania wait for me here for more than 800 years and even bet your eyes with the Whispering Empress. Could it be that your ultimate goal is simply to mock me? Or could it be that you, who never needs a reason to do anything, has a reason for doing so?”

…

Rewinding time to a few minutes ago, after the Crow Feather Prophet sneaked out of the Astral Lighthouse in Viper, it originally planned on returning to the Twilight Fortress through the Teleportation point arranged by the Presiding Judge.

Along the way, he pondered over that question.

How did the operation 15 years ago suffer an intelligence leak?

All the internal members of the Crows became pseudo-Crowmen by sharing their leader’s curse. Every thought of theirs was connected to their leader through their souls. There was no possibility of betrayal.

It was also because of this that after suffering that tragic defeat back then, the Crows only wondered why the defense there was so powerful. They didn’t consider the possibility of a leak.

However, when he saw the true defensive strength of the Viper Astral Lighthouse today, he wavered.

Other than the Astral Council obtaining information about their movements in advance, he couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for the quintupled defense.

But who was the one who leaked the information?

Who among the Crows didn’t want to see their lord whole again?

At this moment, a familiar soul voice sounded from the depths of his consciousness.

I feel it. Have you obtained a soul fragment?

The leader of the Crows had contacted him.

The Crow Feather Prophet replied deep down, “Boss, the second soul fragment is in my hands, and the Presiding Judge should have obtained the third soul. I’m currently retreating to the Twilight Fortress according to the original instructions.”

Ignore him and bring the soul fragment in your hand to the third stronghold.

An unexpected order sounded in the depths of his soul.

“Boss?” the Crow Feather Prophet asked in confusion.

Your mission is complete. Return with the soul fragment in your hand. the other party only repeated.

“Boss, but the Presiding Judge’s orders are…”

Before the Crow Feather Prophet could finish asking, the will took over his body. His eyes instantly turned from confusion to coldness.

The Crow Feather Prophet first moved his hands before removing the soul fragment and studying it for a moment.

“It’s easier than I imagined. I originally thought that I would have to use more troublesome methods.”

As he spoke, he smiled faintly and removed the pitch-black brooch from his chest.

“You even lent this out. Is it because you trust others too easily, or…”

With that said, pitch-black magic power emitted from his hand, and a spot of light hidden in the Crown of Original Darkness was wiped out by this magic power.

“You marked it as expected. The Presiding Judge is still the same.”

With that said, the Crow Feather Prophet laughed and transformed into a pitch-black storm before flying into the distance.

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