The Last King Of Darkness

A deathly silence descended, and the warm firelight turned pale. Everyone in Saint Rel lost their expressions, lost their warmth, lost their color.

Although the people of Trolian couldn't understand his words, seeing such a scene, they knew it was definitely not a good thing.

Horus couldn't help asking, "Rod, what did he say? Is the crisis Saint Rel Royal City faces very serious?"

Jelaba said in a deep voice, "I can sense his attitude. Brother Rod, tell them, although we haven't reached Monarch Level yet, we're very close. I, Peibela, and the Red Queen are just one opportunity away from stepping into the Monarch Level...and Horus is just half a step away from becoming the first person in millennia to master the Bright Light Source Law, and you, Brother Rod, cannot be measured by spiritual power level or rank."

The Red Queen sneered, "Jelaba is right. Among us in Trolian, there are many rising stars rapidly growing. We just started late. It's been less than a year since we obtained the Holy Fire from Starry Sky City. If we're given more time, we might not be weaker than Saint Rel."

Peibela also said, "Our king may not be True King Level, but the gap is only half a step. We just don't know how to cross that chasm and find the path to advance to True King."

Rod didn't know how to explain for a moment.

The focus of this first bishop's words wasn't on Trolian. What disappointed him was that Trolian couldn't bring them hope.

"It seems...Saint Rel is facing a great crisis; they are already on the brink of collapse."

He carefully considered his tone.

"He seems to think that our power can't save the Royal City."

The faces of the people of Trolian momentarily grew heavy. They suddenly realized the situation was far beyond their imagination.

If Saint Rel is on the verge of destruction, then this powerful ally will cease to exist. Trolian will be unable to acquire stronger support from the outside, and furthermore, they will need to expend more strength to aid Saint Rel.

This is bound to affect their expansion speed and the construction of the "Eternal Sanctuary."

If the terrifying event predicted by the Source Prophecy arrives and Trolian doesn't acquire sufficient power, they will face the same fate as Saint Rel.

Suddenly, Horus said, "Do you think the great terror is targeting Trolian? Is it only descending in our Kingdom?"

At that moment, everyone felt a chill down their spine, as if they were plunged into an ice cellar.

Indeed.

Why assume that the great terror in the Dark World is only descending upon Trolian?

The Source Prophecy doesn't necessarily predict a single powerful monster or a difficult-to-resist disaster but rather a great change in the Dark World.

In this upheaval, darkness will gain even greater power.

And fire will greet its cold tide.

It's just that Saint Rel was first to feel the arrival of the cold tide.

Amidst the dead silence, Qingyu suddenly said, "We must aid them, at any cost."

No one expressed dissent. At the moment those words were said, it seemed to become a matter of course.

Despite having never deeply understood Saint Rel and only having interacted with Saint Rel for a few days, at this moment, Saint Rel was Trolian.

Aiding them was aiding themselves.

Rod's heart was suddenly filled with resolve, as if some force was filling his soul.

It was not yet despair.

He thought.

This first bishop doesn't yet know my abilities. Perhaps the disaster in Saint Rel Royal City still has room for redemption.

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After an unknown amount of time, Evela finally emerged from that unprecedented shock. She urgently exclaimed, "What did you say? Lord Mod, what are you saying...The Royal City cannot be destroyed. The Royal City...how can it be destroyed? The Pope is guarding the Royal City. Lord O'Sullivan is unbeatable!!"

The Saintess's words pulled Vier and Lance back from collapse, and they immediately found a life-saving straw, shouting, "The Pope is invincible! He is a god of humanity, a god of Saint Rel, backed by the Holy Fire, he cannot be defeated, not even by the Ancient God!"

The Great Shepherd Bossivale also shouted passionately, "First Bishop, tell me, our King, the Pope of the White Sect, the Eternal Holy Fire, the powerful Church Knights, what has happened?"

Mod's face was like a dry corpse, numb and indifferent, every wrinkle on his face like a scar carved into wood.

He seemed to have turned into a wooden man, his voice mechanical and unvarying: "Bossivale, Evela, it's been three months since you last received messages from the Royal City—no aid, no supplies, no orders. Saint Rel Kingdom is like countless disconnected bases and towns. Haven't you realized why this is?"

Evela's eyes were vacant, murmuring, "I thought our spiritual communication was blocked by the Black Fog..."

Bossivale exclaimed, "Lord Mod, has the Abyss attacked the Royal City? Under the Sea of No Light, have the dormant Ancient Gods awakened? Although the Dawn Horizon was destroyed, No Light City has not fallen. Even if the Royal City faces a crisis, it won't reach despair. As long as the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground hasn't fallen, the Royal City hasn't fallen! As long as the Pope remains, we have hope for a turnaround!"