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

Chapter 63: Kane Horn

“Override the duke’s troop mobilization and evacuate the residents along the graveyard to Thorn City. You have to take charge personally on the spot and let the citizens see you. You only need to inform the Battle Mages from the Mage Hall. However, remember to tabulate the people who didn’t respond. They are most likely to be related to the Moon Realm, and it will be easier to clean up afterward…”

Before the man left, he instructed Vincent in detail about what to do next.

“It shouldn’t take long for me to resolve the matter, so the undead that eventually escapes won’t end up spiring out of control. Instead, I can make good use of this matter to build goodwill for you and eliminate some obstacles…”

Regarding this, he asked worriedly, “Wait, what if the duke’s ritual is already completed? He will be a…”

“A complete Authority holder? Ah, this isn’t something you should worry about… Right, take this first.”

As he spoke, he took out an ancient horn engraved with a heptagram symbol from a spatial rift.

Vincent looked at the horn in confusion as the other party explained to him, “A wide-range Placating the Undead spell is sealed inside. It has also been blessed by the Seven Holy Spirits, allowing all the undead within a certain range to fall into complete solitude. If something happens that you can’t resolve in time, use it.”

The other party’s description of the horn’s effect reminded Vincent of some well-known stories in the Blackwater Province. It was one of the many legends about how the Rotten Moon Undead Tide was stopped a thousand years ago.

Recalling that the man in front of him had previously called himself the Presiding Judge, an extremely ridiculous possibility surfaced in Vincent’s heart.

Then, he suppressed his excitement and asked, “May I know the name of this horn?”

“Uh…”

William fell silent for a moment.

This was a reward he had obtained from a quest from the Holy Spirits Church—a horn that had received the blessings of the Seven Holy Spirits. He could choose to engrave a halo spell on it when obtaining it. After blowing it, it could temporarily release a halo effect that had quintupled expanded range.

As he was about to advance the Rotten Moon Tide mission, he didn’t think twice and chose the halo effect of Placating the Undead.

Of course, it was indeed useless in hindsight.

In short, players had to name the item after obtaining it. William kept his usual concise naming style and named the horn ‘Kane Horn.’

The fun in giving this name could be said to be the same as when he named the Judgment equipment. It was numbered from 1 to 12 according to the chronological order of obtaining it.

“Kane Horn,” William replied.

This answer caused an uproar in Vincent’s heart.

The legendary Holy Spirit Horn that calmed the Undead Tide. A holy relic the Kane Church has been searching for eight centuries…

“Then you are?”

William nodded and said, “That’s right. I’m the owner of this horn.”

“Re… Really? Is that the real Kane Horn? You’re the real Kane…”

Another voice exclaimed before Vincent did.

Nizemar, who had just woken up, happened to hear their last conversation. Ignoring her weak state, she stared fixedly at the ancient horn and tried to crawl out of the blanket wrapped around her naked body.

Cough…

With a cast of a Sleep spell, Nizemar stopped and fell asleep. William coughed lightly and said, “Bring her back to the Rose Palace and assign the missions. I’ll go to the Holy Sepulchre first and we’ll talk about the rest when I return. By the way, do you have anything else you want to say to Simon?”

This question made Vincent fall silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “No.”

…

Back to the present.

Vincent, the bishop, and Nizemar stood on the city wall of Thorn City. A line of flames extended into the distance from the city gate. It was a road sign lit for the emergency evacuation of the residents around Thorn City.

Under the escort of the black-armored guards, the scattered refugees gradually gathered into a congested crowd and slowly entered the city through the door under their feet.

Not far away under the night sky, in the direction of the graveyard, an innumerable sea of dark-green Soul Fire was slowly but firmly approaching the city gate.

Occasionally, some Soul Fires that burned brightly left the sea and rushed to the nearby refugees.

Those who broke off were relatively high-level undead creatures that could no longer suppress their desire for the living. However, they would soon be sent back to their eternal slumber by the surrounding vigilant Spellblades.

Was this what William meant by how things wouldn’t spiral out of control?

Vincent thought to himself as he looked at the undead tide that made his scalp tingle.

However, considering that the legendary person had once calmed the Tide of the Undead that was dozens or hundreds of times larger than this, perhaps this was something still within his control.

With this in mind, Vincent turned around and said to the Battle Mages behind him, “After evacuating all the residents into the city, we’ll carry out saturated magic attacks on the Undead Tide. Fire Master-level magic chanters will be in charge of the densest area.”

Only about a third of the people in the Mage Hall responded to his notice.

This ratio made Vincent very uneasy.

“Master Vincent, but just us alone isn’t enough to eliminate so many undead. Look, that’s one huge swath. There are tens of thousands…”

“Then, we have to eliminate them all here. Otherwise, when they disperse, the surrounding villages and towns will probably be plagued by the undead for years. Their gathering is our best chance,” Vincent said firmly.

At the same time, the bishop standing beside him said, “I think they will catch up to the residents at the back. Where are they from? Half Moon Mill?”

As he spoke, amber light swirled in his eyes.

Vincent also looked in that direction when he heard that, but because he didn’t study Morphing spells, he couldn’t use Eagle Eye to see what was happening so far away like the bishop.

Behind Vincent, another Master Sage asked, “Should we inform the Spellblades to cover their retreat? Or should we open a portal here and bring them over first?”

Nizemar shook her head and stared at the Kane Horn in Vincent’s hand.

“No, the Spellblades are too far away. With so many undead gathered, the rich Undead magic power will affect the stability of the portal, so…”

She said with bright eyes, “That’s why I suggest trying that horn.”

Vincent sighed slightly.

Now, he even suspected that the bishop and Nizemar were putting on a show just to let him test the authenticity of this horn.

After all, William Kane’s return needed a powerful “miracle” as evidence before anyone would believe him.

Otherwise, he would be like the fake prophets from the past.

However…

Vincent recalled what William had said to him before giving him this series of assignments.

“Next, you only have one mission, and that is to become a hero.”

Could an executioner like him become a hero?

Vincent smiled bitterly and used Teleportation. With a flash of lightning, he arrived in front of the Undead Tide.

Dust flew, and the sound of bones colliding gathered into a tidal wave.

Facing the endless Undead Tide in front of him, he raised the horn.

A distant bugle call seemed to echo throughout the Blackwater Province.

Not only did the undead in front of Vincent stop, but even the ones wandering in the graveyard stopped.

On the city wall, Nizemar nervously held Kane’s figurine and stared at the spot Vincent had teleported to.

As the distant bugle call sounded, the Kane figurine in her hand suddenly trembled.