The Last King Of Darkness

Jelaba clapped his hands: "With the combined force of our two families, we will definitely defeat the Ancient God."

The Red Queen raised her eyebrow: "As long as our King doesn't encounter any problems."

Peibela tapped her: "Silly child, our King won't take such a risk."

In my mind, the Book of Knowledge was also shouting: "Master, I see so much divinity, so much, so much! Rescue them, it's the strength of humanity and our strength too, we must not abandon a single person!"

The puppet's tone also became unusually excited: "We do have a chance to defeat the Ancient God, the Dream Realm can create all miracles!"

Asa chuckled coldly: "That's right, Master. More people mean more strength, but also more shit. What a sad world it would be without shit... As for those foolish Ancient Evil Thoughts, leave them to me. Let me confront them, we will drag each and every one out, no matter how strong or ancient the evil thoughts are, their fate is to be devoured by me!"

Rod smiled; nothing was better than unity of wills.

He turned around, carefully considering his tone, and said: "Respected Master Mod, Lady Evela, Vier, Lance, Bossivale, what I am about to say represents our collective opinion."

"We have decided to accept all the survivors of Saint Reel, regardless of number, regardless of whether they carry the aura of the Ancient God, regardless of strength, regardless of pollution, as long as they are human, they will be under our protection."

Mod's stiff expression flickered as he raised his eyes, as if seeing someone never seen before.

"Are you sure? By taking us in, you will face the same disasters we do... and your strength is not as great as ours."

Rod replied solemnly: "Your disaster will eventually affect us, under this boundless Black Fog, no one can remain untouched. In the Dark Epoch, humanity shares a common fate; we live on the same land, facing the same darkness, unity is our only way out. Mutual rescue is humanity's common understanding, even the Ancient God cannot break this."

"Rescuing Saint Reel is rescuing Trolian!"

Evela, Bossivale, Vier, Lance, and many warriors of Saint Reel looked at him with extremely complicated expressions.

Rod looked around and continued: "Saint Reel is not extinct, as long as its people remain, as long as this memory endures, it exists forever. There is no distinction among humans, Trolian and Saint Reel are no different. We will face the disaster together, even if the ultimate end is destruction."

Vier's eyes gleamed with tears.

Rod's words were like a flower blooming in despair, for that instant, she seemed to see new hope.

Indeed, under the fire's light, where isn't a home?

If this homeland is destroyed, why can't they rebuild?

Evela also turned away, seemingly unwilling to let her tears be seen.

Lance suddenly leapt from the ground, shouting: "Lord Rod is right! We still have hope, humanity still has hope! Everything we lost, we will take back at last!"

Bossivale's hands trembled, gripped together in prayer: "Is this the Great Heavenly God's protection? He points to us the path of life in the unseen."

Only Mod remained calm, but Rod keenly noticed a growing light in his eyes.

"But even if you agree, we are nearly ten thousand miles away from Trolian. High-Rank beings might cross such distance, but what about the civilians?"

Evela said eagerly: "I can use the 'Gale' characteristic power, everyone sheltered under the Gale will gain speed, conceal their forms, cover their presence, I can shelter tens of thousands at once!"

Mod shook his head: "Still no, even so, a day covers three or four hundred miles at most, ten thousand miles means thirty days! And the survivor count is hard to estimate, at least in the tens of millions, too exhausting for you."

Evela's gaze immediately shifted to Qingyu.

"There's also a chosen one of fire, she has mastered the Fire Source Law. I can teach her to use this characteristic power, with her sharing the burden, surely it's possible."

Mod still shook his head.

"No, a massive crowd, a distant journey, it's not simple traveling in darkness. Did you forget our previous travel arrangements?"

Rod immediately spoke: "Master Mod, under normal circumstances, traveling through the dark is extremely dangerous. We traveled here, no one knows better than us the dangers encountered on the way, yet we've carved a relatively safe path. As long as we follow this route, the dangers will significantly decrease."

Evela also came to her senses, urgently saying: "The region between us and Trolian is relatively safe, it's not deep within the Dark World, we won't encounter incomprehensible terrifying beings."

Rod continued: "In fact, just by crossing the Sword Edge Mountain Range, we are safe. Though it's still 3700 miles from Trolian, it's within our power's radiation range."

"Moreover, there exists an Ancient City, already purified once... It was in that Ancient City we found traces of you, thus embarked on this expedition."

Mod seemed to recall something: "Ancient City? Is it the Divine City of the Ancient Epoch?"

Rod nodded: "Yes, the Divine City of the evil and crooked Ancient God. We found traces left by an Adam Yareel there. He was a researcher in the White Sect's Aurora Group, pursuing the method to construct the Eternal Sanctuary."

Evela exclaimed: "Was it him?"

Mod suddenly sighed: "It turned out to be him. We thought he had long fallen into madness in the darkness; actually, you were on the other side of the Ancient City. We once sent out several expeditions, all ultimately perished there... Because of these setbacks, we did not continue exploring further. If only we had persisted back then, things could have been better. Alas, the Great Shepherd Bain firmly opposed..."

Rod's heart stirred, Asa already chuckled in his mind.

"It seems this Bain is our colleague, I smell strong evil thoughts, it's our usual trick. Misleading under the guise of fairness, without leaving traces, appearing like mere differences in conception, no one can blame."

Rod immediately asked: "Do you know where he is?"

Mod shook his head: "He has long been missing."

Rod paused in thought and asked in his mind: "Asa, do you think this disaster could be triggered by the evil thoughts?"

Asa shook his head slightly: "Probably not, evil thoughts lack such powerful Spiritual Energy, their uniqueness lies only in their different structures possessing their own unique abilities."

"In a strong, orderly Kingdom, stealth is paramount. To trigger mighty darkness, powerful force is needed unless this threat resides within the Kingdom. Otherwise, our actions could only involve minor sabotage, while publicly we must serve humanity, every move carries the risk of exposure, hence must be cautious."

"But when disaster strikes, our opportunity arises, at that moment, the evil thoughts reveal their true selves, stirring trouble, fanning the flames."

Rod nodded; if Ancient Evil Thoughts could directly invoke the deepest darkness, there wouldn't be a single surviving Human Kingdom."

Just about to speak, suddenly sensed a slight Spiritual Power wave. Though weak, judging by the waveform, it was at least level 15 Spiritual Energy.

Mod's face changed abruptly: "It's Takxis! He isn't dead!"

Evela urgently shouted: "Vier, Lance, take the civilians to meet up with the survivors of Mist City, we're going to support him!"

Rod's vision flashed with Golden Light, the Star Square distinctly showing the divinity about to be gained.

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