The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1418 - 691: An Unexpected Advancement (Part 2)
The Black Fog hesitated for a moment: "Master Arc, will they believe this?"
Arc displayed a cold smile: "You could say, the way to reassure cattle to live in a pen is to tell them there are wolves outside. The Royal City is resisting the Black Fog merely to maintain their rule. They sacrifice countless lives to fight the Black Fog, only worsening the conflict between humans and the Black Fog. The current actions of Trolian Royal City lead only to their destruction, while we truly represent the power of the Black Fog. Allowing Trolian to continue down this path will only provoke the Black Fog God, leading to the destruction of everything, and ultimately their ultimate sanctuary will not be completed."
The faces of the Black Fogs bore smiles: "Yes."
"As for the original Destruction Sect, everything must remain hidden. These seemingly sane lunatics will deliver a fatal blow to Trolian at a critical moment."
Arc’s smile spread like icy water.
"The day of destruction when the God of Contaminated Blood attacks Trolian is approaching. This civilization is pitifully weak, without a powerful monarch, not even a great king. A single True King cannot withstand the terrible Blood God. In an onslaught of blood tides and evil thoughts, he’ll struggle alone, eventually forced to watch his kingdom be destroyed. Then, we’ve annihilated another human civilization."
The shadows said in unison: "Yes, the Black Fog will surely win, and the great Supreme Will shall return in this age of deep darkness."
Arc let out a wild laugh: "Grah!"
The shadows watched their master strangely, as if he were a duck being strangled, his laughter cut short.
"What?"
He gazed eastward, his face twitching, the smile vanishing entirely.
"Level 16 Spiritual Energy fluctuation? A Strong Source level disturbance? Who? Who became a powerful monarch? Olivia, Bossivale, Evela, or the First Knight, who’s depths are unfathomable?"
"No, it can’t be, this fluctuation, I smell the scent of feces, it’s him! It’s him! It’s him!"
Arc’s eyes widened in rage, gritting his teeth, he shouted the name.
"Rod the Black Pot!"
"How is this possible? He only recently advanced to level 15 Spiritual Energy, what is his reliance? Why is it untraceable on the Evil Thought Stele?"
With a wave of his hand, the shadows retreated, disappearing instantly without a trace.
He closed his eyes, and a strange spiritual light flickered slightly between his brows. Soon, he entered the independent space belonging to evil thoughts.
It was an infinitely deep dark space, with nothing but densely packed yin clouds, and at the center stood an incomparably massive stele.
On the stele, countless "Life of Man" were inscribed.
These forces of cosmic redemption are very troublesome; they’re extremely difficult to completely eradicate. Often, only their carriers die, while these "Life of Man" return to the void, wandering the spiritual mist pervading the universe, until the next suitable carrier appears.
They intertwine with human fate, continually causing enormous trouble for evil thoughts.
To date, the evil thoughts have only completely eliminated less than half of the "Life of Man," this with the assistance of the Black Fog and monstrous trends, along with the Lord’s power; otherwise, those powerful "Life of Man" would be impossible for them to confront directly.
Even worse, some "Life of Man" could temporarily turn the tide, making this dying civilization experience a glorious flashback.
Fortunately, they eventually vanished into smoke.
Arc gazed up at the stele for a moment, again attempting to find Rod’s "reliance" within, but was unsuccessful.
He raised his right hand to his heart, and an eerie wave spread out, a shadow emerging from the air.
"Arc, what are you doing? I’m very busy."
Arc said, "Ache, what is the situation with Saint Reel? When will the invasion of the God of Contaminated Blood occur?"
Ache was silent for a moment and said, "Two strong individuals dispatched by Trolian have disrupted us, delaying the Blood God’s invasion, but this is temporary. The God of Contaminated Blood’s aura will soon flood towards Trolian, destroying that kingdom like Saint Reel... Arc, did you conspire against their king?"
Arc shook his head: "My plan was disrupted by some unknown existence."
Ache’s voice suddenly turned grim.
"You failed? You infiltrated for so long, yet didn’t succeed? Trolian’s king is very powerful, not weaker than the Pope of Saint Reel. Once he advances to become a True King, he might withstand the Blood God’s invasion."
Arc sneered: "Don’t worry, Ache, Trolian’s king is indeed very strong, but also very fragile. His destiny is entangled with terrifying crises. The Star of Death Sign is twinkling in his soul, he won’t live long. This time, the invasion, the God of Contaminated Blood will kill him completely."
"Then why did you call me?"
Arc’s expression turned sinister: "Let me tell you something, a powerful monarch has emerged within Trolian." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Ache was silent for a long time before speaking: "A single powerful monarch isn’t a threat to us."
"You underestimate him, you know him, he was the pivotal figure who helped millions of Saint Reel refugees escape during the battle of Saint Reel."
"You mean... the King of Devoured Feces?"
"No, the King of Devoured Feces is his subordinate, a betraying evil thought, and that identity is a facade. He has another reliance, which I currently can’t discern."
