"you……"

Sigmund pointed to the man in front of him tremblingly, his mouth wide open as he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

William, who drew his sword, said calmly.

As if to confirm what he said, the boy named Colt who fell to the ground coughed at this time.

"How did he..."

The remaining half of Sigmons' words were blocked by the straight sword inserted into his throat. The man who called himself the presiding judge looked at him condescendingly, and a faint silver light overflowed from his eyes.

Magic chanter...

This person is a magic caster.

It was a strange feeling to be pulled by an iron sword deep in his throat. Sigmons felt that he had difficulty breathing, and a smell of rust spread in his mouth.

what happened?

"laugh……"

The sword was pulled out from his throat. He subconsciously touched his throat, but found that there was not a drop of blood on his hand.

A strange feeling of something crawling deep in his throat emerged. The severe nausea made him kneel on the ground, put his hands on the ground and vomited it out with a "wow" sound.

Mixed with saliva, stomach water and blood, a half-palm-sized spider spit out from his mouth. As soon as it fell to the ground, it curled up into a ball and trembled slightly. After a while, it stopped struggling.

Colter, who was lying on the ground next to him, was also coughing violently. Sigmons turned to look at him. Amid the boy's breathless cough, a ball of spiders curled up into a ball of hair was also covered.

He coughed it up.

"what is that?"

"Look where you are now."

William said.

Sigmons raised his head when he heard this and saw everything not far away.

In his memory, this should be the narrow passage in Mine No. 9.

But now, he is at the door of a hall.

A hill made of countless skulls stood in the center of the hall. A dozen luminous spirits were floating in the air. The sound of shovels stopped at some point. Dozens of miners stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction.

There were three of them.

In front of the skull hill, there are three goddess statues that exude an unspeakable evil aura.

One is a statue of a plump girl with a beautiful face, but her skin is full of ulcers; the other is a statue of an empress wearing a tattered black robe with eight spider legs on her back and a silver crown on her head; and the last one is a statue of a draped queen.

There is a statue of a dancing girl covered with a layer of seductive gauze. Half of her face is that of a withered old man, and the other half is that of a young and beautiful girl.

"Mining tunnel No. 7? That ruins? How is this possible? I remember it was clearly on No. 9..."

Sigmons murmured to himself, and then his eyes fell on the spider that he had spat out before.

"because this?"

"The soul-eating spider demon will stay in places where there are many conspiracies. Once it parasitizes in a person's body, it can distort people's cognition."

William answered.

"Besides, you should be glad that you haven't been parasitized for too long. They haven't built a nest in your body yet, otherwise even Judgment II won't be able to save you."

As he spoke, he shook off the straight sword in his hand, leaving a line of dark green liquid on the ground.

Judgment Two probably refers to the name of the weapon in his hand.

Weird name.

"What...are they?"

"I have already said that the soul-eating spider demon is a kind of moon monster. Have you heard of it?"

Sigmons shook his head.

"That's right...I never understood before why you don't know what the moon monster is. But after seeing this temple, I finally have some clues."

As William spoke, he took out a magic medium from the space rift.

Why have William Kane and other deeds of the Watcher of the End been passed down - whether it was sealing the seven calamities, repelling the expeditionary force on Daemon Continent, or purifying the entire continent.

Tide of the Undead, and all other deeds have been passed down to this day.

But why is it that no one knows about the greatest achievement, leading the Endgame Watchers to repel the invasion of the Moon Realm three times?

Even people nowadays don’t even know what moon realm monsters are.

"So that's it... Lady of Hungry, Queen of Whispers, and Lord of Nightmares. These three are the faith of the King of Nothingness that once wreaked havoc in the Blackwater Kingdom. Their former temples should have been overthrown by the Endgame Watcher.

Well, all their previous beliefs should have been extinguished, but now they have been dug up again and started to be worshiped."

The man who claimed to be the presiding judge said with great emotion, his eyes seemed to be recalling something far away.

The final watchman?

Sigmons worked in a tavern when he was a child, and he often heard bards singing heroic epics from ancient times and modern times. So it was natural that he had heard of the Endgame Watcher, the name of the heroic group that had saved the Vic continent many times.

But what do they have to do with all this?

In the hall, more than a dozen spirit bodies landed one after another. They roughly maintained a human shape, but wailing human faces kept appearing on their bodies.

And the dozens of miners also surrounded them on guard with shovels in their hands.

"Hey, are they also controlled by those spiders? And what are those ghost-like things? Will they attack us?"

Sigmons asked as he helped Colt back up.

"You may not believe it, but in fact the Moon Realm does not want to destroy the present world."

The man came up to him and said something incomprehensible.

"What's the meaning?"

Sigmons asked doubtfully.

"The Moon Realm is the reflection of thoughts, and their existence relies on the existence of the present world. In other words, if all intellectual creatures in the present world become extinct, they will also be destroyed. So what they pursue is not simple destruction, but a role for mortals in the world.

Expand the influence of one's own domain. For example, the Hungry Lady will hope that there will be more hunger and abnormal rot in the world, and the Whispering Queen will hope that mortals will have more conspiracies, betrayals and assassinations between each other."

William tapped the staff in his hand and said.

"Except for a few natural destructors whose realms symbolize destruction, most of the rulers of the Moon Realm, the Void Kings, don't like to personally conquer the world. They prefer to secretly manipulate other mortals to increase the power of their own realms.

For example, the former Kingdom of Blackwater was famous for its conspiracy, assassination and study of necromancy, and the fundamental reason was that the beliefs of the Hungry Lady and the Whispering Queen were prevalent here."

In fact, not only the Kingdom of Blackwater, but also the nobles of the entire Vic continent secretly worshiped the Moon Realm. Various cruel black magic rituals emerged in the upper class. The rulers may even deliberately launch wars or artificially create famines.

Just to please the nihilistic kings they believe in and seek their gifts.

Exchanging the suffering of one's own people for strength and the stability of one's own rule is much easier than devoting all one's energy to becoming an excellent ruler.

The entire main storyline of "Watcher of the End" in the early and mid-term was that the protagonist team traveled among the seven kingdoms of the mainland, exposing the Moon Realm believers hidden among the high-ranking people one by one, and judging them in public.

In this way, the name of the Thirteenth Judgment Seat gradually became famous all over the world. Until the end of the game plot, all the Moon Realm worshiping forces on the Vic continent were uprooted by them. And through the signing of the "Greycastle Agreement",

The Kings of Nothingness also promised that they would no longer take the initiative to spread their beliefs in the world.

And today, a thousand years later, William saw the scene in front of him.

The statues of three void kings hidden deep in the mines, the miners parasitized by the soul-eating spider demons, and the nightmare evil spirits summoned from the souls of the innocent dead.

This all told him that today, a thousand years later, the belief in the Moon Realm has been revived.

Why was his own achievement of repelling and sealing the Moon Realm erased from history?

This is the answer.

"It turned out to be back to the previous state..."

William let out a long sigh, then raised the magic medium in his hand, and the electric light flashed on it.
Chapter completed!