The Last King Of Darkness

Jelaba nodded, speaking in a deep voice:

"It's somewhat regrettable, but it's also understandable: no power is without limits, no power comes without a price, the principle of exchange is always equivalent... but perhaps we don't have to face True King-level enemies, clearing away other threats would be the greatest aid to Saint Reel."

Everyone nodded in agreement, except Horus, who expressed opposition:

"Don't replace reality with imagination, we still don't know the situation of the Saint Reel Royal City. Did you all forget the contents of 'Advanced Selection Strategy Class'? You ignoramuses, you all better make up for it when you return!"

No one dared to contradict him. Although they were all Fire Sons, Horus held seniority and was an Archbishop, nobody wanted to argue with him.

Moreover, what he said made sense.

Consequently, everyone focused more on observing, but still didn't gain much.

Until they were about six hundred thousand miles away from Saint Reel Royal City when Rod suddenly spotted a flicker of firelight, faintly visible within the dense Black Fog.

"I see it!"

Rod shouted.

"There's someone ahead on the left!"

The group immediately became alert, quickening their pace.

Soon, they also sensed it.

The intense Spiritual Power Wave signified a brutal battle underway.

Evela's eyes widened suddenly, shouting urgently: "It's Lord Mod! Lord Mod is ahead!"

Rod saw Vier, Lance, Bossivale, and the warriors of Saint Reel with their eyes suddenly lit up, the hidden gloom and worries dispelled mostly by the flame of hope, it seemed the name "Mod" carried some strange magic.

"Lord Mod... who is he?"

Bossivale raised his head, his old face no longer dim but rather glowing with an unusual radiance:

"Lord Mod is our First Bishop, the right hand of His Holiness, the second seat in the Holy White Church, the closest among us to a True King."

"Lord Mod seldom leaves the Royal City unless there's something particularly important."

Vier shouted excitedly: "His appearance here might indicate the crisis in the Royal City has ended, His Holiness sent him to clean up the surroundings and reclaim fallen towns."

Lance suppressed his wild joy, saying: "Regardless, once we see him, everything will be clear."

The gale howled, Evela quickened her pace, Rod couldn't help but being drawn along in speed, his feelings were complicated, originally prepared for a bloody battle, unexpectedly, the crisis seemed likely to be resolved.

Of course, this was undoubtedly a good thing and didn't mean losing the chance to gain Divinity.

On the contrary, in a more distant future, he might acquire even more Divinity.

Rod exhaled a breath, quickening his steps to match Evela's pace.

Soon, he saw clearly that it wasn't a small troop, but a large squad of about hundreds of thousands, running desperately in the dark, many even being pushed out of the firelight, rapidly corroded by the Black Fog, turning into Living Corpses.

A figure shrouded in white mist was fighting a monstrous creature never seen before by anyone.

The creature wasn't very large, only four to five miles in size, no taller than two humans.

The lower half of its body was a mass of ethereal mist, floating in mid-air, with sharp claws at least two miles long.

The monster's entire body was enveloped in Black Fog, releasing ultra-strong Spiritual Power Wave from its figure, but the figure covered in white mist didn't fall behind, swinging a heavy fist wrapped in white fog, resisting the monster's attack.

Every clash generated a tsunami-like Spiritual Power Wave.

Liszt exclaimed: "2.8 million of Spiritual Power Wave! Oh my God, I've never seen such a terrifying monster!"

Evela's face showed extreme delight, shouting: "Lord Mod, I'm here to help!"

Her figure immediately transformed into light, arriving above the team.

In the next instant, countless golden lights shot out, the Black Fog was instantly dispelled, the dark power suppressed.

The black phantom emitted intense wails, its claws broken by the white figure's punch, pierced through the chest.

Amidst the intense wailing, the phantoms quickly dissolved, becoming intangible.

The crisis was thus lifted.

Evela excitedly shouted: "Lord Mod, it's us, we've come to support the Royal City!"

The white mist dissipated, revealing a wrinkled, aged face, with two deep decree lines dropping along his nose, dividing the wrinkles like gorges, imparting an indescribable dignity and harshness to his face.

The mist stopped just at the neck, the majority of his body still surrounded by mist.

After seeing Evela, only a brief flash of delight passed in his eyes, quickly returning to calm.

"What about Safuk?"

He asked sternly.

"What's happened to Sword City?"

Evela said softly: "Lord Mod, Safuk unfortunately fell, descended into darkness, but has been purified, the soul rests in peace, Sword City was attacked by the Abyss, isolated inside and out, I ultimately had to abandon the city, survivors are less than a million, warriors no more than a thousand."

"Who are they?"

Mod's gaze immediately fell on Rod's face, then moved sequentially from Peibela, Jelaba, Red Queen's face before finally landing on Qingyu.

"Another Fire Son, or Command Level?"

Evela said joyfully: "Lord Mod, the prophecy is true. In the Dark Epoch, there are other survivors!"

"What?"

Mod's expression changed dramatically for the first time, he clasped Evela's arms with such force that she had to activate Spiritual Defense.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Evela suppressed her excitement and said: "They come from faraway Trolian, another Fire King City; they crossed more than eight thousand miles to find us!"

Mod's wrinkles spread open like blooming chrysanthemums, anxiously asking: "How many Monarchs do they have? How many True Kings? How many came? Can more come?"

Evela's expression looked a bit embarrassed, speaking softly.

"Lord Mod, Trolian is a city ravaged by disasters, they experienced several mass extinctions, now this generation has just recovered from the calamity over two hundred years ago."

Rod coughed lightly and said: "Lord Mod, we've come with five Commanders, the strongest warriors in our Kingdom. I'm sorry, our power isn't strong enough, no True Kings have emerged yet, only two Monarch-level combatants..."

At this moment, Rod distinctly saw the heavy and unyielding disappointment on Mod's face, enough that he retracted the rest of his words.

Evela, however, remained in extreme excitement, eagerly asking: "Lord Mod, is there still threat in the Royal City?"

Mod replied in an indistinguishable tone: "Yes."

Evela urgently said: "Then let's hurry to aid the Royal City, with our help..."

"There's no need."

Evela exclaimed in surprise: "Why?"

Mod glanced at her, his eyes dull and devoid of emotion, only an indescribable void.

"The Royal City is already destroyed."

Like a thunderbolt in the sky, everyone widened their eyes, their minds blank, unable to believe what they heard.

Evela almost doubted she heard wrongly: "You, what did you say? What happened to the Royal City?"

Mod replied in a calm, despairing voice devoid of life.

"Royal City destroyed, Saint Reel toppled, humanity is about to enter Doomsday."

"We are finished."