The Last King Of Darkness

60 points of divinity?

Rod's heart trembled. You should know, his previous rescue missions had only earned him 10 or 15 points of divinity.

Even rescuing Mod's team, plus healing him, only got him 5 points of divinity.

Because the values were so low, Rod hadn't paid much attention.

Of course, there might be other reasons, but this time directly indicating 60 points of divinity clearly shows that this "Takxis" is by no means an ordinary person.

"Who is he?" Rod asked.

Evela said excitedly, "Our First Saint Heir, the White Sect's first candidate for the pope, he was sent to No Light City on a special mission to suppress the Abyss's disturbances."

"After the disaster, I thought he was trapped in No Light City, or already perished, but I didn't expect he was still alive!"

Mod's tone became extremely urgent:

"Quickly go support him!"

His figure instantly soared into the air, flying rapidly toward the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.

The others immediately followed.

Evela's body flashed with white light, a gale rose up, enveloping all the warriors, taking them to follow closely behind Mod.

Their speed was very fast, the fluctuations of spiritual energy were rapidly increasing, proving the direction was correct.

Liszt stared at his tactical goggles: "The maximum spiritual power strength at the destination is close to one million ki, and it is dispersing at multiple points, generally around five hundred thousand ki, indicating that the intensity of this battle is very high."

Rod asked, "Can you see the presence of a Strong Source?"

Liszt pondered for a moment: "Some spiritual energy fluctuations are very deep, leaving deep imprints in space, the spiritual energy it originates from likely possesses a Strong Source, but from the waveform, this Strong Source is likely human."

Rod looked at him in surprise, not expecting Liszt's reconnaissance abilities to have reached this level, to distinguish possession of a Strong Source from spiritual energy fluctuations, as well as to discern whether it was from a human or a monster.

Soon, they approached the battlefield.

The moment Rod saw it clearly, he was shocked by the scene before him.

It was a team far larger than before, with the winding firelight extending at least several tens of kilometers in the thick darkness.

Countless civilians crowded under the firelight, without any protection, they squirmed on the wasteland, constantly being pushed outside the firelight, quickly corroded by the black fog into living corpses, and turning to attack the living in the team.

They quickly ignited with flames, thick smoke rose, but before being burned to ashes, they had already killed many people.

Throughout the team, thick smoke rose, cries, shouts, wails were all intertwined, yet the crowd did not dare to stop, still stumbling forward.

Behind them, terrifying black fog and intense firelight were in fierce confrontation.

Rod immediately saw the Flame Giant within the firelight.

He wielded a massive Flame Giant Sword, entangled with dozens of specters.

The specters had smoke as their lower bodies, but their short upper bodies bore giant claws, they were the monsters that attacked Mod's team, but now their numbers were far greater than before.

And below the firelight, there were also thousands of Flesh Puppets.

Less than a hundred Knights were fiercely combating them, but were clearly no match.

The Knights were retreating step by step, nearly unable to hold on.

Wrinkles surged across Mod's face: "Takxis! First Bishop leading the support!"

The voice spread out like thunder, the Flame Giant abruptly turned his head.

However, his voice held no joy.

"Mod, do not support, do not support, evacuate the civilians!"

Mod ignored his words completely, instantly transforming into white mist, breaking through the air and joining the battle.

Evela's whole body erupted with flames, bringing the warriors into the battlefield as well.

A second sun appeared on the battlefield.

Qingyu, not wanting to fall behind, became the third sun, lighting up the battlefield as if it were daylight, with the firelight overpowering the darkness for the first time.

The Flame Giant was bewildered: "Who is she? Why is her aura so unfamiliar?"

But he quickly cast aside his doubts.

"Mod, retreat quickly, these flesh monsters are undead, with a Blood Demon nearby!"

"Protect the civilians, leave Saint Reel, find a new foothold, or we'll all be finished!"

"Did you hear me?"

Mod remained silent, his entire body turned into mist, darting around the battlefield like countless chains, restricting the monsters' movements, or like countless shields, blocking the monsters' attacks on the warriors, even able to bind and drag a warrior away in critical moments.

Responding to him was Vier, who shouted, "First Saint Heir, don't worry, we have a way to deal with them!"

The Flame Giant roared angrily, "Shut up, what way do you have? You don't even know what we are facing, retreat quickly! Or we'll all die here! Evela, did you hear me?"

Evela did not reply, feeling enormous pressure as soon as she joined the fight, she had no time to catch her breath.

Responding to him was Lance, who shouted, "First Saint Heir, we have reinforcements, he has special means!"

The Flame Giant suddenly swelled up: "Stop spewing nonsense, if it were before, I'd lock you in confinement for a month! The pope is not around, the God of Contaminated Blood's Root Origin is indestructible, the flesh endlessly regenerates, we would suffer total annihilation here, retreat now! Don't make me say it a third time!"

But Lance stubbornly continued to shout, "Trust me, Lord Takxis!"

Takxis erupted with rage, "Are you out of your mind? Which of the supporters is the True King? Who can stop these monsters from regenerating? He can... afterwards... even defecate right into my mouth if he wants to..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed an invisible field unfold, the air turned to cold ice, and frost appeared on the ground.

A flesh monster sliced into fragments by the Knights quickly turned to flying ash.

Its flesh did not rejoin into the void.

"What?"

In mid-air, the Flame Giant suddenly froze in place, as if unable to believe his eyes.

Not far away, Rod burst into laughter.

He finally understood how these 60 points of divinity came about.

The blood monsters here were exactly like those they had encountered before the fortress, capable of infinite rebirth.

Rod realized that this was most likely the influence of the flesh totem.

But with the battlefield so vast and the monsters so numerous, he couldn't find the totem at all.

Therefore, the "Ice Prison" had to be used.

Rod immediately informed Vier and Lance about this.

The two of them had witnessed Rod's methods and trusted him almost unconditionally.

Then, he spent 10 points of divinity and one Flower of Humanity to create the "Ice Prison" from the Dream Realm.

This was the last "Ice Prison."

Sure enough, when the field of the "Ice Prison" was deployed, the rebirth ability of the flesh monsters was prohibited.

The balance of the battle tipped instantly, and the reinforcement immediately reversed the situation.

Takxis's gaze locked onto Rod.

Who is this?

How did he do it?

Does his shit stink?

Countless doubts surged in his mind, but they were thrown aside in an instant.

The most powerful Flame Giant on the battlefield let out a roar, swinging the Flame Giant Sword and charged into the monster crowd, slashing wildly; he wanted to vent all his anger on these disgusting flesh monsters.

But soon, he found in frustration he hadn't seemed to kill a single monster.

Every time he severely injured a blood monster, that guy would suddenly appear behind the monster like a phantom and kill it with a bizarre soul attack.

The anger in the First Saint Heir's heart kept piling up, and the Flame Giant grew even larger.

His attacks continuously strengthened like thunder, yet he still didn't kill a single monster.

"Who is this person?"

It was the first time Takxis had encountered such a person, but he couldn't chide him. Killing monsters should never be criticized no matter when, that was his life creed.

Thus, he grew more frustrated, his attack strength growing stronger and stronger.

But until all the monsters were killed by them and all shadows dispersed, he hadn't killed a single one.

When the battle ended, cheers nearly echoed through the heavens and earth.

Golden light flickered before Rod's eyes, and he received 60 divinity points directly, along with countless humanity and a Flower of Humanity.

The Flower of Humanity came from Takxis.

Indeed, this tall macho man standing three meters tall, with a full head of red hair, sword brows, and starry eyes, exuding a majestic and imposing aura.

He stood quietly on the cracked ground, listening to Mod and Evela's words without any indication, as if this was the most ordinary thing.

Only Rod knew the passionate flame in his heart.

The first Saint Heir of the White Sect nodded toward Rod and said calmly, "Thank you, thank you all."

He extended a hand to Qingyu.

"The first Saint Heir promises, Saint Reel will always be Troli's brother."

Although Qingyu couldn't understand, he could guess his words and courteously shook his hand, responding, "Humanity is undivided."

After hearing Rod's simultaneous translation, Takxis nodded, calmly took two steps back, then suddenly looked up and roared in anger, pounding the ground wildly.

The earth throbbed like a big drum, and huge cracks spread like cobwebs.

Troli's people were startled, thinking he was crazy.

Evela consoled, "Don't worry, he's just venting his inner emotions."

Seconds later, Takxis turned around, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Sorry, Mod, No Light City has fallen, the Dawn Horizon collapsed, the Sea of No Light has lost its constraint, the Abyss is in turmoil, the God of Contaminated Blood has awoken, descended upon Saint Reel, the Pope is missing, the Holy Fire extinguished, our kingdom has been overturned."

His tone was calm, as though stating something absolutely simple.

"The four Saint Heirs and Saintesses led the escape of civilians from No Light City and the Dawn Horizon at the cost of life. Now, there are only around five million civilians left in the group, more than ten thousand mid to low-rank warriors, and fewer than a hundred high-rank strong ones. Nineteen Fire Sparks of the Bright Fire remain."

"I hope you can take these people back to Troli, to rebuild a new homeland."

Evela urgently asked, "Takxis, what exactly happened in No Light City? Didn't you already detect the arrival of the catastrophe? Why did the Pope's plan fail?"

Takxis's expression turned gloomy.

"The Sea of No Light is a forbidden place of terrible constraints. When we discovered that the Ancient Gods we pursued for countless times had mysteriously disappeared at the end of the Ancient Epoch, it turns out they were dormant in the abyss beneath the Sea of No Light, we should have known they would awaken someday."

"I just didn't expect the day to come so soon."

"Below the surface of the Sea of No Light, Primordial black fog seeped from the Void, polluting the constraints, awakening the world's great terror. The God of Contaminated Blood was the first Ancient God to awaken, spreading its power across this land, blood monsters thriving all around, destroying our kingdom."

"It constantly absorbed the aura of the Abyss, converting more blood favored, which caused severe disturbances in the Abyss. We exhausted all power to avoid it forming strong quantification, plunging the entire world into the Abyss."

"But the turmoil is inevitable, and other Ancient Gods will awaken in the near future."

"Troli is humanity's last hope. Hurry and leave with the civilians, I hope you can establish a new homeland on new soil."

Rod was taken aback, "Aren't you coming?"

Evela anxiously said, "Where are you going? Come with us!"

Takxis calmly looked towards the southeast, the direction of the Royal City.

"I'm going to the Royal City, to find the Pope's whereabouts."

"Regardless of life or death."