The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1412 - 689: Giant God_3

Omir said in a deep voice, "I will do my best."

The wrinkles on the High Priest’s face stretched into an expression of relief.

"I believe in you, after all, you’ve inherited the Soul Ripple of Beakleus, which is akin to that of the Ancestor."

Rod was moved, Beakleus?

This name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall it at the moment.

It seems this Omir is also a powerful "Life of Man," having inherited a Soul Ripple that is on par with the Giant Ancestor.

No wonder the ancient evil thoughts of Ake would conspire against him.

Asdes shouted, "Our Giant Clan will again witness the glory of ancient times!"

The heated discussion started quickly, and the scene before Rod gradually blurred, everything around him turning into steaming mist.

He knew the next scene would soon unfold before him.

This time, he didn’t have to wait long.

When Rod’s vision returned to normal, he was already in the Great Dragon City, the "War City" of the giants.

The human and giant alliance in the city was gearing up for battle.

Rod looked around, seeing nothing but formidable forces of Commander level and above, their powerful Spiritual Energy merging into a sky-covering barrier.

And far away behind them were countless civilians.

They seemed to have just been relocated.

Beside him, Ove exclaimed excitedly, "What tremendous power, we are finally going to thoroughly defeat the Black Fog disaster!"

Noel shrugged, "Isn’t it bound to happen? In fact, I really wonder how the Black Fog could have rampaged for so long."

Rod didn’t speak; he realized they stood at the forefront of the alliance, surrounded by Monarch Level and higher beings.

At the very front were the twelve Kings of Giants and the old priest.

An eerie Spiritual Light flickered in the sky, enhancing their strength like a blessing of fire.

Ove whispered, "This is the power of the Giant Ancestor, truly unbelievable."

Rod hesitated for a moment and then softly asked, "Who are we fighting?"

"The Abyss."

Ove looked at him in surprise.

"The Giant Ancestor provided a fate hint that the Abyss will open here, and the terrifying Black Fog will sweep out, bringing grave disaster to this world."

"The God of Destiny also gave a corresponding prophecy; otherwise, why would we be here? The source of pollution has already been eradicated."

Rod asked in shock, "The Black Fog comes from the Abyss?"

"Well, probably, anyway, the Giant Ancestor believes this is the last war, and we’re about to end the Black Fog disaster."

"The War City was built under the Ancestor’s prophecy, perhaps it foresaw this day long ago."

Noel shrugged, "Truly a terrifying existence."

Rod knew that destiny wouldn’t unfold like this, urgently asking, "The God of Destiny also made the same prophecy, knowing this is the last battle; why not come to aid?"

He looked around, seeing only humans and giants, no other entities present.

"Uh, it seems because we’re in an extremely distant land, it’s too far away."

Ove explained.

"It seems the Main Continent is also facing a similar war, and they must guard there, fortify the Divine City." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Rod froze: "So we have no aid?"

Noel gave him a strange look: "Why need aid? We can handle it ourselves, we’ve gathered all the strength from this distant land to end the pollution here."

Rod said urgently, "What if we can’t solve it?"

Noel shrugged, "Then we’ll be done for, about twenty billion people back there, all would die unnatural deaths, turning into monsters."

Ove punched him hard: "What nonsense are you talking!"

Noel retorted angrily, "Wasn’t I just answering his question? If he hadn’t asked like that, why would I answer this way?"

"Anyway, you’re not allowed to speak like that!"

"Don’t you reason with me!"

The two began to argue.

Rod sensed something wrong, hurriedly saying, "No, we need to call for reinforcements quickly."

Ove hesitated, "Well, maybe it’s not too late to call for reinforcements after the battle starts..."

Noel patted his shoulder, spreading his arms to showcase the mighty alliance.

"Look at the immense power, eleven Great Monarchs, the Giant Ancestor’s protection, the incredibly solid War City, and two True Kings, I don’t see how we can lose."

Rod exclaimed, "Two True Kings?"

"Yes, Omir and the Giant Ancestor."

"Omir is a True King?"

"Of course! He holds the breath of destiny, there isn’t a single one in the Giant Clan who doesn’t submit to him!"

Rod remained silent.

Noel laughed, "Relax, Roy, this will be the last Black Fog war, you won’t be able to fight even if you want to afterward."

Rod said nothing; he knew things wouldn’t be as simple as they thought.

Indeed, as the rift in the Abyss opened, the Source Black Fog poured out like a space of darkness, and terrifying Black Water flowed out.

The flickering Spiritual Light of the Giant Ancestor could not resist such a terrible pollution.

Thus, the nightmare descended.

A large number of powerful beings were severely polluted, their souls corroded, bodies corrupted, decay and ruin began, Spiritual Energy stagnated, and under such circumstances, their battle with the monsters quickly fell behind.

Monsters from the Abyss proliferated at an unimaginable speed, large numbers of Abyss Demons, Profanity Warriors, Grotesque Demons, Giant Hammer Demons, and Sons of Evil surged out.

They were swift and fierce in the Black Fog, stubborn and ferocious, extremely difficult to deal with.