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

134 Mountain Sea

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Sigmonds would never have believed that such a thing would happen.

A while ago, the entire fortress’s maintenance team had received orders from the Presiding Judge to transfer all personnel, valuable equipment, documents, and information to the south of the Grief Mountains in half a day.

This order was very sudden and extremely firm. Moreover, there was no room for negotiation.

“Then what about the things that can’t be transferred?” Sigmonds asked in confusion.

Half a day was only enough to transfer the enchantment tables and some valuable raw materials. Larger equipment likely could not be dismantled in time. Other than that, the assembly line of the enchantment factory that had just gotten on track would be in a mess.

“Then, leave it here. The key is that the people and the enchantment tables have to be withdrawn. In addition, we might have to make preparations for the equipment to be repurchased and rearranged. We have documented all of that, right?”

That was all the Presiding Judge replied.

Sigmonds nodded. The Presiding Judge had previously instructed him to do so.

William nodded and said, “That’s good. Remember, everyone has to evacuate. Nobody is to remain behind.”

The Presiding Judge turned around and planned on leaving after solemnly emphasizing this, but Sigmonds stopped him.

“Presiding Judge, so what exactly is it that requires us to evacuate urgently?” he asked curiously.

The Presiding Judge slowed down slightly and said, “A storm might be approaching. Staying here might be life-threatening.”

Storm?

Sigmonds didn’t quite understand what the Presiding Judge meant.

The Grief Mountains were inland. Although the environment was harsh, extreme weather rarely happened.

How can there be a storm here? At most, it will be heavy rain, right?

That was what Sigmonds thought back then.

Then, reality proved that his understanding of reality was too superficial.

…

Sigmonds was called out by his subordinates in a temporary tent.

Back then, he was in a meeting with the new batch of enchanters from Blacklight City.

It had to be said that after interacting with the mages from Thorn City for so long, he originally thought that he could tolerate the arrogance of magic chanters.

However, after interacting with the enchanters who used to belong to the Astral Council, he felt that the mages from Thorn City could only be described as humble.

After raising the relevant work requirements, Sigmonds, who felt the stifling atmosphere at the venue, smiled and added, “Of course, if you have any questions about the treatment…”

However, the representatives representing the Viper Tower’s Enchantment Association didn’t even look at Sigmonds. They turned to look at the representative sent by Thorn City’s Mage Hall beside Sigmonds. The young man in the lead who wore a white robe and had the symbol of Ring City embroidered on his collar said, “No offense, but… Is this how things work here? Letting mortals be in charge of magic chanters?”

The representative sent by Thorn City’s Mage Hall looked at Sigmonds with an embarrassed expression.

The smile on Sigmonds’s face immediately disappeared as he crossed his fingers and said in a deep voice, “Sorry… Mortal?”

Only then did the Enchantment Association representative look at him.

“Why? Isn’t that so?” the other party replied with a disdainful expression.

Upon hearing this, Sigmonds first pointed at himself before pointing at the other party.

“Of course, I’m mortal, but what about you?”

The strongest magic chanter he knew—the Presiding Judge—also called himself a mortal. What right did the person in front of him have to categorize himself as non-mortal?

Did he think that he was a higher species just because he was a magic chanter?

Looking at Sigmonds’s serious gaze, the other party smiled in disdain and said, “Sorry, I’m not obligated to answer a stupid question like yours. In addition, don’t think that you can hire people from the Astral Council to help you just because you cough out enough money. According to Ring City’s habits, you have to send a magic chanter of the same title for negotiations to be considered mutual respect… What about the Presiding Judge who’s hiring us?”

As the representative spoke, he seemed to inadvertently flash the Master title badge on his robe.

A gust of wind shook the entire temporary tent. After the wind stopped, Sigmonds said, “I can make the decision.”

The other party shook his head and said, “No, you can’t. We can’t accept signing a contract with a mortal…”

Another gust swept past. This time, the entire tent nearly fell apart. Sigmonds seemed to hear something being blown away outside.

Raindrops splattered on the tent, sounding like someone had splashed water on it with a bucket. Sigmonds had never heard such a storm in his life.

The representative raised his hand, and a dark-brown nexus appeared in his hand. Then, it turned into a dark light that spread and fused into the entire tent. The texture of the tent began to turn as thick as rock. The tent’s flapping sound from the gust disappeared, and the sound of the rain became much muffled. Everyone present felt as if they were hiding in a solid cave.

After doing all of this, the representative observed the expressions of Sigmonds and the others and said smugly, “Therefore, at least let the mysterious boss behind you reveal himself. It’s very difficult not to think that he’s just a rich second-rate mage by always remotely controlling a bunch of third-rate or ordinary people for work…”

However, before he could finish speaking, a large amount of water splattered in from the tent’s door. The Blacklight City representative sitting near the door was instantly drenched.

He was stunned for a few seconds before slowly wiping the water off his face and shouting, “What the hell is this weather?! Are we on a ship heading to Ava State?”

With that said, he spat out the water that had flowed down his cheek and into his mouth.

“And it’s f*cking salty? Are we really at sea now?”

Before he could finish speaking, a drenched follower rushed into the tent. He ran to Sigmonds’s side and told him about the unbelievable things happening outside.

“Waves? Storms? Are you sure you’re talking about the Grief Mountains?” Sigmonds looked at the follower and asked.

The other party only revealed an expression that said: “you’ll know after taking a look.”

Therefore, Sigmonds stood up and walked out of the tent, looking south of the Grief Mountains.

Then, he saw that scene…

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that anyone who told him about this was spouting nonsense.

Layers of dark clouds covered more than half the sky above where the fortress used to stand. The greatest storm he had ever seen wreaked havoc under the dark clouds.

Lightning constantly flickered in the storm. Every time they lit up, they reflected a large black crow flock flying in the storm. And in the middle of the storm, he seemed to vaguely see a hazy lighthouse.

Under the storm, the entire southern part of the Grief Mountains turned into a pitch-black sea.

This wasn’t a metaphor or an exaggeration. It was a literal ocean.

The original mountain range and the forest had disappeared, leaving behind an ocean of waves constantly swept up by the storm.

Logically speaking, if the entire mountain range turned into an ocean, the seawater would flood the area and completely drown the town and tribes at the foot of the mountain. It would even turn the entire eastern part of the Blackwater Swamp into an ocean. However, the hundreds of millions of tonnes of seawater seemed to be restrained by something as it hovered at the edge of the mountain range.

Only when the storm swept up would waves overflow and splash out.

This was what Sigmonds had thought of as heavy rain.

“By the Seven Holy Spirits…”

“By my constellations…”

“By the Holy Spirit Kane…”

The surrounding crowd exclaimed in all kinds of surprise when they saw this miraculous scene and prayed to the gods and Holy Spirits they believed in.

With a whoosh, a huge wave was swept up from the sea by the storm and struck them.

This wave looked dozens of meters tall. If it was real, the hundreds of people camping here would probably be swept away.

A few magic chanters raised their magical mediums one after another and tried in despair to stop the unrivaled power of ‘nature.’ As for the rest, they chose to pray futilely or escape in vain.

At this critical moment, two figures appeared in front of the shocking wave.

The one wearing half armor with black wings on his back raised his hand to calm the storm, turning the stirring wave into nothingness.

As for the person in the tattered robe, he waved the magical medium in his hand and pushed back most of the wave with an invisible force.

The remaining portion was shattered into a curtain of rain by him.

The storm drenched everyone present.

However, strangely, although everyone was drenched by the rain, the surrounding ground and everything else remained dry.

Not even a drop of water.

Sigmonds poked the dumbfounded Enchantment Association representative beside him and said, “Didn’t you want to meet the Presiding Judge that’s backing me? He’s the one who pushed the wave back.”