The Last King Of Darkness

Rod's throat moved slightly; he already guessed who that person was.

The sixth Fire Son, the one always wearing a veil, known as the Dark Moon Princess.

But the whole matter was completely beyond his imagination.

How could someone who was nearly a monster become a Fire Son?

The King saw his doubts and explained, "He is a normal person, though his birth was a tragedy, it has nothing to do with him. And, in legend, creating humans is the domain of the gods. We've broken through the domain of the gods, although it's not something to be proud of."

Rod hesitantly asked, "Is he really normal?"

"Yes, the Resurrection Ceremony itself has no problems, otherwise it wouldn't have deceived Olivia's brother, but Amon concealed its true purpose... In the Royal City, some scholars believe humans might have been born this way."

"The body and soul of the Dark Moon Princess are normal, her personality and spirit are also very normal, except for being extremely infatuated with Olivia, and some minor flaws, there are no other issues."

"For Olivia, this special Fire Son is, in legal terms, her child, her brother, a part of her, something she's always been unable to face, until now..."

The King paused, then continued.

"She has completely resolved this mental knot, no longer avoiding this inner demon, her soul has truly accepted that residual soul, becoming a complete fusion, moonlight devoured the dark moon, the power of the Source has grown, and she thus gained a chance to take another step forward, a blessing in disguise."

"Once the Ascension Ceremony is completed, Olivia will become the ninth Fire Son, and the first Monarch Level Fire Son of Trolian."

Rod was silent for a while, then asked, "What about Mephit?"

The King said in a deep voice, "At that time, the only place with resistance in the center of the attack was the workshop of the Alchemist Master Stone Granny. Half of the Trialists and Judgers hid inside, trying to rely on the workshop to delay time and wait for rescue."

"They ultimately failed, and when we arrived, amidst the burning black fire and piles of corpses, we only saw the sole survivor."

"Mephit."

"She couldn't perfectly explain why she was there, nor could she clearly state what had happened. Interrogating the other Doomsday believers was also ineffective. These fundamentalist madmen are particularly difficult, their minds already different from ordinary people, we didn't get any intelligence from them."

"So, Mephit, who couldn't be convicted, became the only surviving 'Doomsday believer'."

"Later, due to the intervention of the Silver Oath's Taboo Armament, her Soul Curse grew stronger, bringing misfortune and corruption to those around her, thus making her even more detested... Little Rod, you can imagine Olivia's feelings, it was already the utmost restraint that she didn't rush forward and kill everyone."

Rod nodded and said, "Yes, Sister Olivia has a remarkably strong heart, she always considers the overall interests of Trolian as the most important priority."

"Of course..."

The King showed a slight smile.

"Now everything is fine. Olivia has grown; she overcame herself and became her own master."

Rod deeply nodded; nothing is more anticipated than a Monarch Level Moonlight Knight.

The King added, "This matter has been a wake-up call for us, malice will take root in flawed souls where it quietly grows and ultimately silently controls the soul. Even a Commander cannot escape its influence. We must guard against such things from happening; I have ordered the Anti-curse Cult and the Soul Church to conduct an in-depth examination of the souls of all High Rank combatants, if necessary, Mephit must also participate."

"I understand."

Rod bit his lip and said.

"It's unfortunate that Amon only lost half of his soul and couldn't be captured and killed, but he can't escape, I must avenge Sister Olivia."

The King teasingly said, "Don't forget to have children with her."

Rod's face darkened: "King, there's no such thing."

The King laughed, "I believe she would be willing. With your excellence, the children born would also be outstanding. The Royal City needs more geniuses..."

Rod glanced at him, "Why don't you go have children with her?"

"Olivia wouldn't be interested in an old man like me... Anyway, this glorious and arduous task is handed to you."

After speaking, the King returned to the Holy Fire, leaving Rod with a belly full of unspoken words.

—He actually intended to discuss the matter of the Destiny Divine Sword with the King.

Back then, he was forced to discard the Destiny Divine Sword to buy time.

If not for the threat to his life, he would have been extremely reluctant to discard such a powerful Divine Artifact.

However, at that time, his mind was turning quickly enough, and he used a more complete "Star Mark" on the Divine Sword while discarding it.

With this mark, Rod could sense the location of the Divine Sword.

Currently, the Destiny Divine Sword is in the Sagus Ancient City, together with the King of the Deep Sea, Asmonis.

It seems the King of the Deep Sea seized the Destiny Divine Sword and is entrenched in Sagus City.

In other words, as long as the King of the Deep Sea is slain, he can regain the Destiny Divine Sword.

Of course, looking at this matter shortly is impossible unless the King can act freely.

Trolian wouldn't wager everything to challenge such a powerful ancient ruler so far away in the Ancient City.

Rod could only temporarily set it aside.

Now, he had more important matters.

In the Soul Church, the dissection of the Spirit Coffin was underway.

Those infected with Amon's Evil Seed were undergoing Soul Surgery, jointly performed by Archbishop Horus and Soul Master Priscilla, with several Soul Masters assisting.

Mephit was on the side, maintaining the soul's freezing.

Under the superb techniques of the Archbishop and the Soul Master, the Evil Seeds in the souls of Lucian and several Judgers were extracted for the first time completely.

They were like transparent little bugs, very quiet in the soul, but they struggled madly when pulled out of the soul.

If not frozen by Mephit, they would quickly collapse and dissipate like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Horus lamented, "This is what controlled me back then."

Rod asked curiously, "Lord Horus, what flaw did you have in your mind? Did your brother die too?"

Horus's face, like withered wood, darkened instantly, and he roared, "I have no brother, focus on work, stop making wild guesses!"

But the Soul Master Priscilla on the side mercilessly revealed his old secrets: "He always felt his talent was too low, his growth too slow, and he did not deserve to be an Archbishop."

"That's nonsense!"

Horus's old face turned red, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"I just got caught carelessly! It was just an accident!"

Rod shrugged, not too concerned.

In any case, he would give him some more Star Source to help him take that final step when the time came.

Horus was already just half a step away, and if he could break through the bottleneck, becoming a Commander, the Royal City would gain another special level force.

On the operating table, the Soul Masters carefully studied the Evil Seeds, all amazed by its intricate soul structure.

This was an existence beyond their imagination, like a ghost that can change and control a soul invisibly.

A flawed soul can hardly guard against it.

The Anti-curse Cult is intensively researching ways to target it.

After extracting the Evil Seeds, Lucian and others were gradually recovering, and it wouldn't be long before they could return to their positions.

Recovering so quickly was, apart from the extraordinary skills of the Archbishop and Soul Master Priscilla, also due to Mephit's merit.

Her Cold Ice was simply the nemesis of malice. Back then, if she hadn't timely sealed Lucian and others, things would not have gone so smoothly.

Rod initially wanted to check on Olivia, but Asa had finished his feeding.