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

William had seen a similar scene before.

Was that 1,008 years ago, or was it only a few years ago?

This probably depended on the angle you looked at things from and your understanding of time.

In short, there was once a Doomsday Watcher Presiding Judge whose name wasn’t William Kane. She led her people to form a very different lineup of the 13 Judges and came to the desolate Moon Realm.

That place was called Gray Castle. It was said to be the first Moon Realm domain in the world.

Other than gray dust, there was nothing there. Anyone who stepped in would shed their color and reveal a grayish-white color that seemed to have been a result of burning.

It was already the end of the third war. The largest incursions in the Moon Realm were repelled, and all of Currere appeared to welcome a long-awaited peace and serenity.

However, scattered Lunar Monsters were still wreaking havoc in Currere, so the Judges scattered all over the continent and cooperated with the local overlords to fight the enemy. However, one day, their Presiding Judge summoned them to gather at the Twilight Fortress and told them that the last battle was about to begin—a chance to completely resolve the Moon Realm crisis had arrived.

Therefore, they followed the Presiding Judge to Gray Castle.

There, they saw 14 long pillars slowly rise in the flying dust. At the top of each pillar was a unique throne. Then, figures appeared on the thrones.

Unlike the surrounding grayish-white world, They had extremely distinct colors.

Other than one empty throne, a Void Sovereign sat on every throne.

The Judges were surrounded and couldn’t escape.

Someone asked the Presiding Judge in surprise and anger why this was the case.

Then, he became the first sacrifice.

Blood constantly flowed from his hands as a giant wrapped in dark-red armor leaped down from the throne. He beheaded the person with a brass serrated axe before letting out a deafening roar.

Then, her former companions were killed one after another around the Presiding Judge.

Some were strangled to death by spider silk, some were burned to ashes by the flames, some turned into a pool of pus, and some had their blood drained…

Each Void Sovereign took the life of a Judge as a sacrifice.

With every death, the Presiding Judge’s grayish-white body was dyed in color.

After the surrounding 12 Judges died, she completed her final metamorphosis.

White wings spread out from her back, and her body almost turned into light that symbolized hope.

A deep and dark hole appeared in front of her chest. It was an abyss of despair.

The last Void Sovereign who didn’t take away the offerings held a black and white crown and came to her to crown her…

Coles’s form in front of him resembled the opposite of the saved character back then.

So choosing a different method to advance would result in a difference in the final form? William thought.

After completing the transformation, Coles said in a completely distorted voice, “For every second this state is maintained, the mercy I can retain in my will for Currere will decrease, and the number of mortals on the continent who can be protected by the lighthouse will decrease greatly in the future.”

As it spoke, it appeared in front of William like a ghost. It raised its sharp claws and grabbed the latter’s throat.

“And all of this is because of you!” Coles roared.

William raised the enchanted crystal staff in his hand and planned on blocking the strike. However, the pitch-black claws turned into smoke and passed through the staff. Then, they instantly condensed again and approached his throat.

However, just as the sharp claws were about to slit William’s throat, the golden ring on his right ring finger which had the shape of embracing arms lit up.

A faint golden phantom appeared behind William. It was a young woman whose face couldn’t be seen clearly. She crossed her arms behind William and wrapped them around his neck. Coles’s pitch-black claws couldn’t advance an inch under the protection of the golden phantom.

After blocking the strike, William jumped back with the help of a Floating spell. In mid-air, he waved the crystal magical medium in his hand like a sword. A magical sword that emitted a faint blue light instantly took shape.

Then, this strike sliced off Coles’s hand that was grabbing at him like a hot knife slicing through butter.

“Lady’s Protection? I remember now. The seven Holy Spirit rings from back then are still in your hands, right?!”

Coles didn’t look at its severed hand. Instead, it stared at the gradually fading golden phantom behind William.

The answer was yes. Moreover, he was wearing all seven rings.

William didn’t answer Coles’s question.

He was in a state that needed extreme control of his HP in exchange for maximizing the strength of his spells. In short, he was a glass cannon. Although he carried many items that could extend his life when dealt a fatal attack, all of it was one-off. The next time he could use them required him to be out of battle for a recharge or wait for the long cooldown.

For example, he had already been accidentally struck into an invincible state. It was better not to be careless.

The hand that William chopped off didn’t fall to the ground. Instead, it turned into more than ten pitch-black balls in midair and spread out. Then, it quickly attacked William from different directions.

These balls produced potent gravitational forces. Along the way, the ground was torn apart into fissures. Even the orange clouds under the dusk were slightly pulled over by them.

However, in the next moment, a mirror emitting lake light appeared on the path of every pitch-black ball. An equal number of mirror spaces appeared in all directions around Coles.

Coles didn’t have the time to control the gravity balls to stop advancing. The dozen or so balls crashed into the mirror space before flying out of the mirrors around Coles and smashing into their master.

In an instant, intense but silent explosions sounded. Everything around it constantly collapsed with Coles as the center. It and everything around it was kneaded into an irregular sphere that floated in midair.

Then, the sphere cracked inch by inch, and Coles turned it to dust in anger.

However, as soon as it appeared, more than ten spinning illusory ring blades flew at it at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Coles immediately summoned several distorted black swords to intercept them. The ring blades constantly collided and annihilated the airborne black swords. However, a few ring blades still passed through Coles’s interception and firmly wrapped around its body. Countless thick black shadows erupted from the ring blades and constantly enveloped it.

Coles bared its sharp claws and constantly tore at the shadows clinging to it. This prevented it from paying attention to William’s situation.

Seeing that he had temporarily controlled the other party, William held the crystal staff with both hands and slammed it on the ground.

With him as the center, a fiery-red nexus with a diameter of nearly 50 meters was outlined. The pattern looked indescribably complicated.

Let’s end it with this strike.

Peak Fire spell—Return to Dust.