The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1287 - 642: Above the Heavens (Part 3)

The doll calmly replied, "I remember, countless years ago, it was my shield."

Rod asked in surprise, "Really? Can I use it?"

The doll shook its head slightly, "I’m afraid not... soul weapons are personal."

Rod nodded, no wonder he hadn’t found the function of this Shield of Darkness.

It seems the doll’s background is significant, after all, people who can use source material as soul weapons aren’t weak.

However, the most critical issue now is still the God of Contaminated Blood’s arrival.

The last piece of Colorful Dreams has been used, successfully delaying His arrival.

But this does not ensure they can safely leave Saint Reel.

If they could get another piece of Colorful Dreams, there should be no problem.

But where can they get Nightmare Fuel?

As he was pondering, suddenly he felt someone calling him from the outside.

Rod’s thoughts moved, his consciousness returned to his body, and he opened his eyes to see a warrior from Saint Reel.

He flew anxiously to Rod’s front, shouting urgently, "Lord Rod! We are under attack by hundreds of blood demons, Lord Takxis asks you to hurry and support us!"

Rod’s heart sank, the blood demons are the strongest offshoot of the God of Contaminated Blood, and the monsters they are most unwilling to face.

It can infinitely create limitless phantoms, weak phantoms have 15-level spiritual energy, strong phantoms have 16-level spiritual energy, their attacks are swift, powerful, very difficult to kill, and endless.

Every encounter with the phantoms of blood demons is a hard battle.

But never had he met so many blood demon phantoms.

Does this mean the blood demons are influenced by the God of Contaminated Blood and have targeted them?

Complex thoughts flashed by, Rod got up without hesitation and rushed to the rear of the team.

A vast stream of people swept below, the dense crowd, every glance, made one’s heart palpitate, the weak firelight was like their life, as if it could be extinguished at any moment in this gale-whistling wilderness.

And at the end of the team, a strong spiritual light erupted.

Three monarchs, leading hundreds of warriors, fiercely battled the blood demons.

Takxis was burning with intense golden light, like a colossal sun, he wielded the Flame Greatsword alone and held back more than half of the blood demons.

Mod transformed into countless white smoke, entangled with the gray mist everywhere.

Bossivale was completely red, the air twisted, immense heat radiated from him, roasting the blood demons.

Below them were hundreds of warriors, due to the extreme danger of the blood demons, it often took dozens of warriors to deal with one blood demon phantom.

Despite the dual scorching of strong light and high heat, the battle remained exceptionally difficult.

Almost all strong phantoms surrounded Takxis, the golden armor on this first Saint Heir of Saint Reel already showed many damages, and the Flame Giant Sword almost couldn’t swing amid countless gray shadows.

The collective explosion of dozens of 16-level spiritual energy almost completely overshadowed his spiritual energy.

Despite Takxis controlling the Strong Source, these blood demons had no source, but the absolute difference in spiritual energy overshadowed these differences.

Mod and Bossivale’s situations were even worse, the gray mist tore apart the white mist with immense spiritual energy, and although the high-temperature rays inflicted great damage to the blood demons, masses of blood demons could withstand it and rush towards Bossivale, forcing him into an overwhelming retreat.

If it weren’t for Takxis and Mod’s protection, he would have long been unable to hold.

The worst part is these blood demons can resurrect.

The blood demons just killed reappeared from afar soon after, even the marks left by warrior’s souls among them hadn’t vanished.

Evidently, the Blood God’s Power of Resurrection projected here, the resurrection totem must be planted somewhere.

The situation was extremely critical, the team was on the brink of collapse at any moment.

At this moment, Rod didn’t think of anything, nor did he glance at the impending divinity, he only thought of what the doll told him.

"Aphro, can you fight with the Shield of Darkness now?"

The doll answered firmly, "Yes!"

Rod hesitated hardly at all, immediately summoning the "Wind’s Phantom," then he placed the doll’s soul into the phantom.

The phantom opened its eyes, its gaze instantly filled with spirit, like a living person rather than a puppet.

Rod waved his hand, taking out the Shield of Darkness from the dreamscape.

It was about palm-sized, gray-white, like a fossilized mushroom cap, with a groove at the center where the Light Stone was supposed to be placed.

It’s hard to imagine this would be a shield.

He waved and tossed the Shield of Darkness to the phantom.

The doll put it on its wrist, like a strange decoration.

"No."

It waved twice, without any change.

"Without divinity, it doesn’t recognize me."

Rod’s thoughts moved, directly infusing 100 points of divinity into the soul of the doll.

The next moment, a mad explosion of golden light engulfed the scene.

Ultra-strong spiritual power wave surged forth, a humanoid figure composed of golden light was born from the air.

Though it had no characteristics whatsoever, Rod seemed to see a fully armed golden War God, its cape billowing in the storm of spiritual energy, like the flag of victory.

On the right hand of the figure, a pure gold circular shield quietly appeared.

The shield was engraved with various strange symbols, which Rod recognized at a glance as Dream Realm language, also known as Divine Language.