The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1417 - 691: An Unforeseen Promotion
Royal City.
Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.
Amidst the boundless holy fire, the King floated serenely.
His spiritual energy, his presence, blended seamlessly with the endless golden flames, like water merging.
Outside the holy fire stood layer upon layer of Fire Priests and Fire Guardians. The entire Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground was guarded extremely tightly; even Archbishop Horus could not easily approach.
Suddenly, the King opened his eyes and looked towards the distant east.
"Level 16 spiritual power wave, a powerful disturbance in the Sea of Source, a newly ascended strong Monarch has emerged, who is it?"
"Ah, this familiar feeling, isn’t it... Rod?"
The King’s tone was filled with astonishment.
"But hadn’t he just stepped into Level 15 spiritual energy? Just become a half-step Monarch? Could it be that I’ve actually been fighting in the Spirit Realm for a year? Or ten years?"
There was only a momentary confusion in the King’s eyes, but he quickly regained clarity.
"No, that’s not right, clearly it’s only been three days, I just saw him three days ago."
Recalling the scene from that time, the King’s mouth slightly curved into a smile, a faint amusement swirling in his eyes which were like golden hourglasses.
"This young man, really keeps surprising more and more... Hmm, I better notify them, lest these people panic again."
A flash in the King’s eyes, a subtle flame converged, forming lines of text in mid-air, then using the "Holy Fire Blessing" as a medium to notify all holders of the "Crown", that is, all Special Level Combatants.
Dozens of Spirit Crow Messengers made of golden flames flew out from the holy fire. This method of information delivery was somewhat slow, but regardless of distance, it would reach unless the soul carrying the "Fire Crown" blessing mark died.
After accomplishing this, the King closed his eyes again, once more immersing himself into the holy fire.
In the Spirit Realm, the endless battle with the Black Fog began once again.
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The slums of the Lower City District.
Countless people bustled through the crowded streets, cries from the sidelines continued nonstop, vendors weaving through the crowd hoping to sell their handcrafted goods.
Survival here was always difficult, but it’s much better than before; starvation incidents are rare, with a significant drop in murders and other heinous events; the fire’s light shines far brighter, monsters and doomsday believers can no longer rampage here. Every block has Guardians, with warriors patrolling day and night, and the branches of the Internal Affairs Court have deeply embedded here, preventing chaos from arising at the source.
It can be said that this place has already become a pure land - Judgment Chief Lucian believes the purity here surpasses even the Upper City.
However, what he didn’t expect was the moment a black beef vendor, who had been chatting merrily with the Judger’s secret agent, returned to his small cabin, black soul fog seeped silently from under his body, enveloping the entire cabin.
Dozens of black shadows appeared from the shadows, half-kneeling before him.
"Master Ake, all the survivors are here."
The vendor’s face had already become gloomy and eerie.
"Doomsday believers, only this few are left?"
A black shadow said: "Grey Dog’s vigilance is extremely high; they’ve conducted dozens of major sweeps, the sewers are no longer safe, and gathering spots outside the Royal City have become more dangerous due to lack of depth. We’ve tried our best to conserve strength."
Ake snorted coldly: "The foolish Polluter Sect has already been eradicated, and that fool Asa’s betrayal severely damaged our cause."
A black shadow asked: "Master Ake, I still can’t believe, why would Asa betray? Aren’t we all creations of Supreme Will? How dare he defy his creator?"
Ake said coldly: "He was misled by illusions, ignore him. When Supreme Will returns, he will pay for all he has done. The Black Fog will devour everything; it’s an irreversible fate, an unstoppable trend. We are merely accelerating the era’s transformations, bringing this world back on the rightful track sooner."
The black shadows chorused: "Yes, Master Ake, our cause is righteous." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"Abe, how much strength do we have now?"
"Master Ake, Descender Sect’s remnants are nearly gone, only one person avoided judgment. The Survivor Sect has entirely withdrawn; their likelihood of exposure is very small; they are a hidden blade among humans, but only one evil intent has infiltrated them, our connection is weak, and some hold completely opposing views. This sect might slip from our control."
Ake asked again: "And the Prime Sect?"
"Its main body suffered devastating blows, the remnants split into three groups, hiding within major legions; due to expansion warfare, Royal City’s screening of warriors is relatively lenient, which gives us shelter."
Ake was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Who is the person who avoided judgment?"
A black shadow said: "His name is Manolo Bana, currently has no position, roams as a refugee in the sewer’s shallow layers, completely out of official sight."
"Find him, the one who avoided judgment. If possible, use him to assist us in executing the destruction plan, but be cautious, he may be bait from the Internal Affairs Court."
"Understood."
"Try to contact the Survivor Sect, they are the most hidden sect, our only avenue to develop doomsday believers given the current situation. Ensure to hold them in our grasp, and for some stubborn ones within, you may incite and stir them, tell them the Black Fog is actually peaceful and harmless, that the Royal City is the real enemy."
