The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1409 - 688: Shadows of the Past_3
Previously, Rod was unable to perceive this, but after awakening the Star Soul with the Divine Sense, his greatly enhanced perception now allows him to discern the differences.
As for the woman before him, her Absolute Spiritual Power accounts for at least half, which is 2,500,000 kilokals.
1,300,000 kilokals is Level 16 Spiritual Energy.
4,000,000 kilokals can reach Level 17 Spiritual Energy, and she’s steadily surpassed half of Level 16 Spiritual Energy.
A strong Monarch without a doubt.
"Ove, why are you angry again?"
A deep blue figure descended from the sky, a red-haired man, dressed in a blue robe full of holes, exposing his robust body.
Rod widened his eyes.
Isn’t this Luo Weiya?
But he wisely remained silent.
The woman called "Ove" shouted angrily: "Mind your business? Get lost, Noel!"
Noel sneered: "Fat hag, if it weren’t for Omir’s banquet today, I wouldn’t bother with you."
"What did you say?"
The two seemed ready to fight immediately, but soon a stronger Spiritual Energy suppressed them.
"Noel, Ove, you are too heated."
A deep blue giant thunderously approached, speaking gently.
"Perhaps you should calm down."
Upon seeing him, Rod felt a jolt in his heart.
This image is one he would never forget.
Asdes, the King of the Deep Sea.
Uncorrupted and not fallen, he appeared so gentle, starkly contrasting with his later violent and cruel corrupted form.
Moreover, his Spiritual Energy was stronger than the later King of the Deep Sea, suppressing theirs with over 8,000,000 kilokals.
Ove snorted and turned her head away, not wanting to speak.
Noel winked at Rod, smiling cheekily: "Yeah, maybe we should go fight a couple of Black Fog battles in War City."
The giant gently said: "There will be opportunities, but come along now, the Giant Priest has been waiting, and let’s not anger him."
"Indeed." A female giant approached, "Perhaps today the Ancestor’s Spirit might descend."
Rod immediately recognized her as the only female among the twelve Kings of Giants, Keos.
Perhaps today he would see all the Kings of Giants here.
The brief quarrel quickly ceased, and they proceeded toward the depths of the hall, where the attire of giants and humans grew increasingly lavish.
Yet, the atmosphere gradually became colder, distinctly separating giants and humans into their respective cliques.
However, everyone showed great respect to them, politely bowing as they approached and offering sincere greetings.
Using his advanced perception, Rod caught snippets of their whispered conversations.
"... This is absurd!"
"I can’t accept that the King of Giants would choose a human."
"But, that’s the Ancestor’s will. I heard from Lord Apotos that the Ancestor personally chose Omir."
"Has the Ancestor gone senile?"
"Shut up!"
...
Rod furrowed his brow.
The "Ancestor" they mentioned should be the Giant Ancestor.
But according to the Royal City’s speculation, the Giant Ancestor should have already been dismembered and sealed across five continents by now.
Could it be that despite being dismembered, he still retains consciousness?
The key to all these questions might indeed lie with Omir, the King of Giants.
Deep in thought, Rod soon found himself following them into the innermost part of the hall.
He instantly recognized the small figure seated on the enormous throne, none other than the newly appointed King of Giants, Omir!
