The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1402 - 686: Approaching (Part 3)

At that moment, the world seemed to tremble, and a giant roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Everyone stared in awe at the majestic and eerie throne, with a giant skeleton sitting atop, gazing down at all beings, an unspeakable power surging forth, spreading in the unseen realms.

This is the sacred king’s remains.

Its residual spirit uses it as a focal point, still fighting in the starry sky.

And in the Horror Castle, Rod had a brief exchange with him.

At that time, the sacred king told him that using fire kindling could empower the throne, making the residual spirit stronger, while Trolians would receive greater protection.

The Fire Priest trembled, holding the fire kindling, unsure of what to do.

Rod took this important piece of fire material and came beneath the throne, guided by a sense in the unseen to place the fire kindling into the tomb below the base.

At the moment it was placed, a great fire ignited.

This surging flame did not harm Rod in the slightest, gently licking his skin.

As he left the tomb, he saw that the entire throne emitted a powerful spiritual light.

It was immeasurably distant, seemingly reaching the starry sky, resonating with the residual spirit still battling the black fog in the stars.

Everyone deeply felt its overwhelming momentum, and in that instant, any slight doubts in their hearts vanished.

In almost the entire city, people involuntarily knelt down, worshiping the throne and the skeleton seated upon it.

In the dream realm, on the Star Square.

Rod clearly saw that during the seven days of disastrous weather, the first two days changed to "Sunny Day."

If special instruments were used to observe the sky on "Sunny Day," one could see a golden, burning sun, with no impurities, representing the strengthening of fire’s power, a very good weather.

The sacred king is truly powerful!

The effects are immediate!

Rod felt joy in his heart and sighed in relief, as if a heavy burden was lifted.

The dream realm felt a bit lighter.

He could finally freely use the dream ritual again.

Haha.

This feeling is wonderful.

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After leaving the Holy City, Rod went straight to the final obstacle in the western expansion, the Withered Land.

Although the king had gone to the Spirit Realm, borrowing the power of the Holy Fire greatly aided in battle.

Moreover, he gained new strength and it was time to make a grand display in battle.

The Special Level Combatant guarding this area was Jelaba.

After experiencing an exceptionally warm welcome, Rod finally met him at the top of the stronghold.

Jelaba looked very happy, his big face full of smiles.

"Brother Rod, finally you’re here. I can hardly wait to see you create miracles... huh? Your spiritual energy, you’ve grown stronger again?"

Jelaba widened his eyes, filled with disbelief.

"Heaven, tell me this is real, your spiritual energy is at least 800,000 kique. I feel 5, no, 6 sources, before the journey to Saint Reel, your spiritual energy was only 200,000 kique. Is this what genius is? Is this the Platinum Child?"

Rod smiled, humbly saying: "Yes, but having such powerful spiritual energy, talent accounts for only one percent, the other ninety-nine percent is effort, otherwise, why hasn’t the rest of mankind, um, the Platinum Child, improved as quickly as I have?"

Jelaba’s eyes shone with firelight, saying with admiration: "Brother Rod, you’re absolutely right. Lord Bossivale told me the same thing. He said mine was the hardest ability to improve, reaching this point completely relied on my exponential effort. I’ve already broken through my bottleneck, just need to push a little more to take 10 Pure Star Source Potions at once, unleashing all my potential, and directly achieve Strong Monarch level power."

Strong Monarch?

Rod was stunned but not too envious; Jelaba was the most trained among all Special Level Combatants, using the least resources (aside from Rod).

His achievement today truly owed to his personal effort.

Unleashing his potential with ten Pure Star Source Potions, becoming a Strong Monarch, is well-deserved for him.

"Exactly."

Rod excitedly patted his shoulder, since Jelaba was too tall, he had to stand on tiptoe to reach.

"This is our blessing; effort and striving can change everything!"

Jelaba agreed, nodding with pride alongside his smiling face.

His eyes bright, full of vigor, said: "Brother Rod, the biggest hindrance in the Withered Land is the Withering Nest, a King Level Monster known as the Withering King and its Quasi-King level container are entrenched there, blocking our advance."

Rod nodded, voicing his thoughts.

Gather the strongest forces here, head to the Withering Nest together, and he will open the Teleportation Gate, projecting the power of the Holy Fire.

Under such empowerment, they will eliminate all the quasi-kings and the Withering King, breaking the final obstacle in the western expansion.

Jelaba naturally had no objections.

Soon, they gathered all the First Level Combatants in the stronghold and arrived at the Withering Nest.

It was a massive nest-shaped fortress, clearly built by the monsters themselves.

Countless monsters crowded here, resembling withered dead trees, decaying flesh entwining between them, evoking horror.

In their midst, surrounded a decaying giant tree.

It dwarfed these trees by dozens of times, with countless human heads floating within the flesh, looking extremely terrifying.

It was the King Level Monster here, the Withering King.

As humans intruded, eerie screeches resounded, and black fog engulfed the area, pollution escalating several times over.

But Rod was unfazed, spreading his hands, opening the Teleportation Gate.

Endless golden light burst forth, the power of the Holy Fire enveloping the area instantly, dispelling the black fog in a wink, and scorching the monsters with fire.

Thick smoke rose as all these grotesque blood-flesh trees ignited, including the King Level Monster.

Jelaba looked on in astonishment, checking his star disk: "Isn’t today Fog Day? Why is the Holy Fire’s power so strong?"

Rod laughed, "Today is Sunny Day." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"This, how can it be? The White Tower notified us; it can’t be wrong."

"Can’t the weather change?"

Rod raised his hands, his smile obscured by the golden light.

"For example, the Great Rod, descending upon his faithful Trolians today."

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