The Last King Of Darkness

Bossivale's words seemed to touch Mod's painful memories. His stiff face twisted like a carved wooden statue undergoing strange changes, and black spots began to appear in the white fog surrounding him.

Horus immediately shouted, "It's corrosion! His soul has been corrupted, and he's starting to darken!"

Rod saw even more clearly. Through the white fog polluted by blackness, the Eye of the Soul could see inside his soul body, where a large spread of darkness was spreading, and the decaying region was rapidly expanding.

This first Bishop was already on the edge of losing control.

In fact, for a soul to become corrupted to this extent, and still retain sanity, was already a miracle.

"Goddess' Tear!"

Horus shouted, stepping forward, "Bright Light" was already gathering in his hand.

"He must be treated immediately!"

Rod translated Horus's words as quickly as possible, but Mod shook his head.

"It's hopeless, unless he is the legendary super healer who has mastered the Bright Light Source Law. Without taking this step, such deep corruption cannot be saved; I'm about to lose control."

"While I still have reason, snap my neck, shatter my soul, let the Strong Source I control return to the Sea of Source, don't let it fall to the monsters, though it's futile, the Sea of Source will ultimately..."

Suddenly, his words were interrupted by the tear in Rod's hand.

It was an absolutely perfect sphere, like it was floating in a zero-gravity space, rolling on his palm, crystal clear and fluid, filled with unprecedented life and purification aura.

Its strength was not high but its position was unfathomable.

At that moment, five words appeared in Mod's mind:

"Goddess' Tear."

The fellow dressed as a Bishop from Trolian anxiously said something, and Rod flipped his wrist, miraculously producing a few more identical tears.

"Lord Mod."

The young Commander, even young in Saint Reel, spoke with a certain tone.

"This should be enough to suppress the darkness within your soul, although it cannot eradicate the corruption, it can largely mitigate it and prevent it from further spreading, subsequent developments depend on your soul's own purification capacity."

In that instant, Mod suddenly felt a very unexpected sensation, as if the predetermined fate had encountered an unforeseen twist.

"Alright."

With little hesitation, he agreed.

Rod's suspended heart dropped instantly, as this Bishop wasn't as stubborn as imagined; he immediately handed the "Goddess' Tear" to Horus.

The latter instantly summoned infinite Bright Light to form a cube that engulfed Mod's form, simultaneously casting the Goddess' Tear into the cube of Bright Light.

"This is the Light Coffin."

Horus said sternly.

"A healing technique I mastered recently, it creates the best healing environment, fully soaking the Goddess' Tear into his soul."

"But his pollution is severe; to eradicate it, he must return to the Great Cathedral in Trolian Royal City, and undergo three to four high-risk soul surgeries for a possible recovery."

The aura of life and purification flourished, and when the Light Coffin descended, the black spots on the white fog had disappeared entirely.

Mod opened his eyes; the pollution within his soul significantly reduced, the heavy burden lifted, making his body incredibly light, feeling reborn.

Rod smiled and said, "Lord Mod, your corruption has been brought under control; your soul should be stable for now."

Mod lifted his gaze, the clarity returning to his murky eyes, he looked at Rod, pausing for a moment, then said, "I sensed some special power from you, but it's all too late, the fate of destruction is unavoidable..."

Rod said calmly, "Even predetermined fate can be altered; I don't believe anything is unavoidable, please tell us what exactly happened in the Saint Rel Royal City, maybe there's still a turning point."

Evela and others seemed to see hope too and urgently shouted, "Lord Mod, how is His Holiness the Pope?"

Mod shook his head, "I don't know."

This answer was unexpected for everyone, Evela anxiously said, "Don't know? How can you not know?"

The painful expression appeared on Mod's face again, but it didn't twist as before. He hesitated a bit, then softly said:

"This matter must start from a year ago."

"A year ago, Daedalus, the Great Shepherd of the Prophetic Hall foresaw an unknown disaster, along with the disaster, came the Pope's crisis."

"Due to the seriousness, this matter was strictly forbidden by the Pope to be spread beyond, only the Pope, Daedalus, and I, a total of three people knew in the entire Saint Reel."

"Three months ago, the Pope sensed the imminent danger and found its source, but he refused to use the power of Saint Reel and the Holy Fire, as unusual activity continued in the Sea of No Light and the Abyss, indicating a possible forewarning of the disaster, concentrating powers to confront the disaster was essential."

"He dispatched three Saint Heirs to No Light City, sent two to eastern and southern fortresses, one to Sword City, then sealed the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground to handle the crisis alone."

"The disaster descended at that moment."

Mod's face twisted again, his voice distorted, but he persisted to speak on.