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

224 The Whereabouts of Judgment 3

As William received the heart, Aiur told him, “In Currere, it can create a domain that cancels out all magic for you. As long as you’re in the domain, all spells that go against the laws of reality will disappear. Only the laws of Currere will work… But that’s not the most important thing it does.”

“What is its most important function?” William asked without thinking.

“You won’t want to use it.” Aiur replied, but she went on, “The Ironstone Pact will be your last resort. It can seal off the last bit of hope in your worst moment.”

She didn’t explain why he would end up in his worst moment or how to seal off the last bit of hope.

Don’t ask. If you ask, the answer is ‘can’t say. You have to comprehend it yourself.’

It was as if an unseen existence was watching their every move. Once the keyword was detected, it would alert them at the speed of light.

Forget it…

William sighed and looked at the withered ironstone heart in his hand.

He had always treated it as an accessory, placing it with other strange-looking objects in his Treasure Hall. If it weren’t for Aiur’s actions, he may not have remembered he even had it.

This thing was essentially the same as the Seed of Hope. It seemed to be a necessary ceremonial material for advancing to the Void Sovereign realm.

However, William immediately rejected this idea.

Steelheart Widow was a Void Sovereign who had existed since Creation and there was no way she would need a ritual advancement.

Could it be that this object was a manifestation of a Void Sovereign’s authority?

No… These aren’t the crux of the issue.

No matter what, this thing was extremely important to the Void Sovereign. To a certain extent, it could be considered as handing over a portion of Her authority to William.

But why did She do this?

Was it because She thought of him as Her dead husband? Did She really want him to kill Her?

William couldn’t believe any of the things Aiur had told him. He wouldn’t trust the future of the Vic Continent, or even the entire Currere, to a Void Sovereign’s promise.

But now, after Steelheart Widow showed Her “sincerity,” William was starting to waver.

William held the Seed of Hope in his hand, knowing that it possessed a power even greater than the greatest miracle—the ability to bring the dead back to life. It could even allow William to see events that should have never occurred in history. This was a game-changing power, one that went beyond the boundaries of this single save.

He also believed that the Ironstone Pact, which was also an Origin of the Moon, had the same kind of power.

William eagerly held the ironstone heart, wanting to return to the Treasure Hall and compare it to the Ironstone Pact in his collection to see if they were the same.

Furthermore, it isn’t just limited to the Ironstone Pact, William thought.

William had found a few items in his Treasure Hall labeled “Origin of the Moon” that he had obtained from the developers’ abandoned assets through the console. However, he had only put them in the hall as decorations because they were just models.

He fought the temptation to go back to the treasure vault and check on them. He looked at Aiur instead.

After giving William the ironstone heart, the aura that had affected his spell chanting disappeared and Aiur became indistinct, almost like She could disappear at any moment.

Holding Her cold heart, William didn’t know what to say before She vanished.

He considered telling her he understood Her obsession and determination, but he felt that it would turn into a soap opera.

“What other preparations do I need to make besides sitting on the throne?”

If I want to kill you.

William asked, unable to think of a farewell line that fit the current atmosphere.

Aiur still had a cold expression, but Her voice had begun to distort, as if it was being severely interfered with by a signal.

“Judgment 3… That weapon I once forged… You need to retrieve it so that…” her voice trailed off. William quickly asked, “Do you know where it is?”

“After Nehe was killed, Judgment 3 was preserved at the Tacma Church’s headquarters as a spoil of war,” Aiur’s final words echoed in William’s ears before She disappeared.

“After Nehe was killed?”

William asked, staring at the silhouette that slowly dissipated in midair. He was shocked.

Nehe was… killed?

This was unbelievable to William. Nehe was a Frost Lich, theoretically at the peak of Frost, Necromancy, and Life spells.

He was the third Judge and, to William’s knowledge, the only one who had a chance of survival, besides the long-lived Dragon Dowa King.

Most dragons chose to return to the Dragon Bone Islands in the north and become Dragon Bone Elders when they reached a certain age, fusing with the rocks of the mountains.

So, William had always assumed that Nehe, who had become a high-level Lich, was the only Judge with a chance of survival.

But now, Aiur told him that Nehe was already dead.

He was killed.

Killed by whom?

He remembered the latter half of Aiur’s sentence before She disappeared.

Judgment 3 was stored at the Tacma Church’s headquarters as a spoil of war.

William turned to look at Hill, the elder of the Tacma Church.

After Aiur left, the effects on him also dissipated.

However, the other party still hadn’t recovered from the blow.

Part of it was the impact of Aiur’s strength on his body. To be honest, he should be grateful he was still alive after being tortured by a Void Sovereign for so long.

But the physical blow was only a small part of it. The greater blow was inflicted on his mind.

Although Hill was physically tortured, he remained very, very clear-headed. If possible, he wished he had just lost consciousness.

The Tacma Church had a deal with Steelheart Widow to aid in the creation of the Eighth Holy Spirit in exchange for Judgment 3 being returned to Her control. Aiur had been helping the Tacma Church, the Eighth Order, and the royal family of the empire to continually advance the establishment of the throne.

However, the other party broke the contract. Although She didn’t know what price they would demand, She still terminated it without hesitation.

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Then, She even told the man in front of Her about Judgment 3 being in the Tacma Church.

I’ve been deceived…

They had all been deceived. What Aiur truly pursued wasn’t to throw everything into an empty and cold world… It wasn’t to die at all costs with the other.

In reality, the cause and effect were reversed.

What She truly pursued was Her own death to attain eternal peace.

For this, She didn’t hesitate to destroy Currere.

If there was no one in the world She recognized, the only way for Her to commit suicide was to destroy Currere.

Now, there was someone She acknowledged.

Moreover, that person was staring at him coldly.

After a long pause, the person said softly, “Tell me everything you know about Judgment 3. I can guarantee that you will die a less painful death…”

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