The Last King Of Darkness

It can be said that all the essence of Trolian humanity has gathered here.

Bathed in the golden Holy Fire, is the hope of humanity.

This was absolutely impossible in the past; the immense pressure of battle made it impossible for them to gather together. Even the occasional assembly was often replaced by illusions. Having everyone present in person, as they are now, was near impossible.

The King descended from the Holy Fire and came before the throne.

In an instant, everyone clenched their right hand, placed it over their heart, and saluted in unison.

"May the Fire be with the King."

The King raised his right hand, clenched in a fist.

"The night will eventually fade, and dawn will surely come!"

"The night will eventually fade, and dawn will surely come!"

The uniform voice echoed in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, this sense of unity, this feeling of working shoulder to shoulder, this vibrant atmosphere, stirred something inexplicable in everyone's heart.

The younger generation felt their blood boil, eager to immediately join the grand battle for revival.

The older generation, witnessing such a magnificent spectacle, recalled various past events, unable to hold back tears.

The King too was filled with emotion, having endured so many hardships to reach this point.

At present, there is no better situation than this.

The rise of Trolian and the revival of humanity seemed within reach.

However, as the King of Trolian, he remained calm and had to remain calm.

"Everyone."

The King spoke loudly.

"I understand how you feel, but our expansion has already reached the limits of safety."

"Expanding further is bound to provoke King Level Monsters. Now, we are not suited to start a King-slaying War. Everything must wait until the Source Prophecy of the White Tower ends."

The Fire Son Luo Weiya stepped forward and asked, "How much longer for the Source Prophecy?"

The Great Prophet Iyeta touched his bald head: "The teacher is preparing with all his might, it is expected to take eight to nine weeks."

Luo Weiya frowned: "Why so long?"

Iyeta replied: "Because this time's Source Prophecy is the largest in scale, of the highest specification. Lord Rod has brought the fate materials condensed from the major remnants and residual souls of the Ancient God of Destiny. This is an invaluable opportunity for us to glimpse the true visage of fate, something no one has ever done to this extent before, nor is it likely to be repeated afterward."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

To be fair, everyone thought this was correct. The Dark World was too dangerous, and no one could guarantee what they would encounter.

But eight to nine weeks was too long. Calculated by the flat month, it was almost more than two months.

At such a good opportunity, waiting for another two months was something everyone found hard to accept.

The First Fire Son Alehon coughed and asked hoarsely: "Your Majesty, can we expand in a limited way?"

The King frowned: "Can't you wait a little longer?"

Alehon said: "The recent star phases are very stable, it's a good time to expand."

The Fire Son Peibela also said: "We can choose only one direction for tentative expansion."

Luo Weiya excitedly said: "Yes, our current defense pressure is so small that we can concentrate our advantageous forces. Honestly, I have never gone seven clock hours on the Giant Dragon Great Wall without encountering a monster. Since becoming a Fire Son, this has been my most leisurely time, even Alan has time to sit and rest."

He gave a wink to Alan beside him, but the latter only nodded slightly, showing a gentle smile.

However, although Alan did not speak, Luo Weiya's words resonated with many.

Everyone talked about their current situation, describing an unprecedented relaxation and all approving Peibela's suggestion.

But soon, the First Elder Amendo raised objections.

"Quiet!"

He said with a stern face.

"Look at you all, blind, arrogant, excited, impulsive—are any of these not signs of decline?"

"Have recent victories made you forget the horrors of the Dark World? Think of Trolian four hundred years ago, how did the powerful Trolian almost face extinction?"

As Amendo finished speaking, many who held opposing views voiced their opinions.

Soon, everyone was caught up in a heated argument.

Rod wisely chose not to participate, blending in among the Special Level Combatants, appearing unobtrusive.

He used this advantage constantly to cast his gaze on the other side of the crowd, focusing on a heavily veiled person.

It was the one known as the "Dark Moon Princess," the Fire Son.

A tragic product of an evil Resurrection Ceremony, a human created by combining the flesh and residual souls of three individuals.

Rod curiously observed her.

She appeared delicate and fragile, though cloaked in the Fire Son's robes, she did not appear very strong. Her features behind the veil were hazy, but it seemed evident that she was a great beauty.

"The King said she is a normal person."

Rod tried to dismiss her origins from his mind, forgetting the gory images, and imagine her as a normal person.

And indeed, she did not emit the eerie aura of the evil ceremony, completely like a living person, a cold princess filled with aloofness and detachment, with a hint of melancholy.

"I wonder how she feels to the touch? Would it feel strange?"

Rod idly speculated.

"Uh, I'm not lusting after her body, I just want to study the evil Resurrection Ceremony..."

As he pondered, someone suddenly clapped him on the shoulder, and Rod turned to see Olivia.

Since ascending to the throne, Olivia had changed a lot. She no longer wore armor, merely donning a simple robe, wide and unadorned, but her towering attire perfectly exemplified the beauty of simplicity.

"Little Rod, what are you looking at?"

She smiled, her sapphire-like eyes curved like a crescent moon.

"Have you been captivated?"

Rod awkwardly coughed: "No, Olivia sister, I was just casually looking..."

Olivia chuckled: "No need to be shy, little Rod. The Dark Moon Princess inherited my brother's and my looks. That beauty is absolute and unreal; she naturally possesses an extra charming ability, so her face needs to be covered with a veil."

Rod was surprised: "Really? I thought I had something on my mind, no wonder I couldn't stop thinking..."

"It's not your fault."

Olivia's smile turned mischievous.

"But I advise you not to become too enamored... Your mind and body might suffer."

Rod quickly replied: "I understand, Olivia sister."

"By the way, I haven't thanked you yet..."

"No need, no need, I didn't do anything..."

Olivia laughed: "Excessive modesty isn't good, you know. Priscilla told me, and I felt it too, in that moment, something changed my destiny, increasing my hope."

Rod scratched his head, chuckling. His divinity was already in his grasp, though unclear for some reason. Perhaps when Olivia's power stabilizes, he will obtain specific values.

Olivia gently brushed her hair, showcasing her keen and profound beauty.

"Hmm, this evening, come to my room, little one."

She gave a soft smile.

"Sister will teach you what real combat means."