The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1395 - 684: Hope and Disaster (Part 3)
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A knight known as Helkait occupied the very center of Wind Fury Cape. It was a King Level Fallen and had been dormant here for thousands of years. Its powerful Source Law and soul influenced this area, forming a "Domain Well," gathering Black Fog, and, following its Source Law and soul’s trajectory, created monsters known as Corrupted Demons, ultimately turning that area into its Monster Kingdom.
Rod didn’t mind. After finding out the exact location, he set off immediately.
Luo Weiya quickly organized warriors for a large-scale cleanup operation.
He had already assumed Rod would flatten the area in a short time.
In fact, Rod didn’t disappoint him.
At the center of the "Domain Well" formed by the Black Fog, Rod saw the knight who once belonged to humans.
It wandered alone on a desolate land, with its armor and long sword still polished as new. If not for the dense Black Fog surrounding it, one might almost think it was human.
Around it, there were many twisted black monsters. Those were its quasi-kings. If it were killed only, these disgusting monsters would inherit its power.
Rod had tried, the Dark Devourer could not directly seize its Strong Source to achieve the purpose of disrupting the inheritance.
The Book of Knowledge told him that this was because, in essence, they counted as a shared soul.
If the monsters weren’t dead, how could the Strong Source and souls be harvested?
However, although this was the case, after Rod killed them, he was able to obtain multiple King Souls.
Not dozens or hundreds, they weren’t individually existing entities, but there were still more than a dozen, an outcome not bad at all.
In the Black Domain, Rod walked straight over.
The knight of Helkait immediately detected him, muttering strangely, raising spiritual energy, and drawing its long sword.
Rod shouted loudly, "I, the Invincible War God Rod, am about to end your fallen life and grant you eternal rest. Remember my name!"
With a clap of both hands, a Teleportation Gate opened.
Surging flames instantly shattered the dark Domain Well.
The powerful spiritual energy burst forth, almost enveloping the heavens and earth.
Rod vaguely felt that the King’s power had grown stronger.
The boundless aura became more profound, as if reaching the end of the Starry Sky.
When the flames subsided, everything here had turned to ashes. The powerful Helkait knight only left behind half a helmet, and even its weapon was burned to ashes by the King.
This battle took only 180 seconds.
The Teleportation Gate not only did not rely on Rod to extend time, but also had 120 seconds left over.
"King," Rod said slowly, "you’ve become stronger again."
In the Teleportation Gate, against the backdrop of the towering Holy Fire, the King’s figure appeared somewhat blurred.
"Yes, little Rod, Bossivale performed a preliminary ritual for me, releasing part of my power."
Rod smiled and said, "Then didn’t we clinch this battle?"
The King merely shook his head slightly, "Little Rod, don’t be careless. My spirit has some strange premonition, making me feel very uneasy. Perhaps, this crisis is not as certain as we now imagine."
Rod’s heart tightened, and almost immediately, he thought of the Doomsday believers.
Since severely injuring Akakhalan in the Abyss, the Doomsday believers had been unprecedentedly quiet for some time, with almost no activity at all.
Could it be that they’re up to something again?
"King, is it the Doomsday believers?"
The King replied slowly, "No, I can’t confirm what it is. I even have a feeling that my crisis hasn’t really passed."
At that moment, Rod’s heart sank into an icy abyss, chills spreading throughout his body.
If the last crisis wasn’t the King’s, then what is the King’s crisis?
He suddenly recalled that in that battle, he expended great effort and only gained 100 points of Divinity. The Book of Knowledge had said this was because the King had the ability to weather the crisis himself, albeit with some cost.
Looking at it this way, the attack by the Mysterious Shadow was likely not the King’s crisis.
Pope Saint Reel’s words were merely reminders to be wary of attacks.
No.
Rod made up his mind.
My power is still too weak.
The current speed is still too slow; I must hasten all my actions. I must quickly ignite the Giant Star and also ferret out these Ancient Evil Thoughts like Akakhalan.
Trolian must not have any mishap.
Resolved in his thoughts, Rod was about to set off when the King suddenly said, "Little Rod, for the following days, I won’t be able to aid you."
Rod exclaimed in surprise, "What? Why?"
If he lost the trump card of summoning the King, how could he swiftly clear the various areas of Trolian?
The King spoke solemnly, "There have been significant changes in the Spirit Realm, with pollution worsening, and more monsters descending from the higher Spirit Realm. I need to guard the Holy Fire in the Spirit Realm and cannot spare power to aid you."
Rod’s eyes widened, "Changes in the Spirit Realm? How could this be?"
A terrible thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Could this be my fault?
The King answered calmly, "Little Rod, don’t worry. This is a normal occurrence. The movement of the Spirit Realm is chaotic and unordered, and no one can predict it. It inherently undergoes various changes. From my observations, the Starry Sky’s pollution has sharply increased during this period. Perhaps some great being couldn’t withstand it anymore."
