The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1299 - 646: Giant Star and the Great Rescue

Chapter 1299: Chapter 646: Giant Star and the Great Rescue

The next moment, Rod witnessed a wondrous transformation.

The barren land became fertile, the flat surface began to undulate, and in just a few seconds, the originally empty and monotonous area behind the house transformed into a verdant expanse full of nature’s breath.

Its vastness prevented Rod from seeing its end with a single glance.

The Book of Knowledge hopped onto Rod’s shoulder, exclaiming, "Sea of Flowers! It’s the Sea of Flowers, it finally returned, wooo wooo wooo, finally back, the days of suffering are over!"

Rod stared in shock at the fertile land before him, as information from the dreamscape flowed into his mind.

Sea of Flowers: A region with the power of dreamscape nature, capable of greatly promoting the growth of plants with spirituality. Highly rare spiritual plants can be planted here, requiring adequate fertilizer and nutrients. If infused with Colorful Dreams, any type of flower can grow, regardless of damage, pollution, or destruction.

At that moment, Rod was overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy.

Isn’t this the dreamscape’s backyard garden?

With the Sea of Flowers, I can cultivate countless Spirit Flowers and Spirit Grass, create more potions, and help humans grow faster.

The returned divinity will also greatly promote the growth of the dreamscape and may even result in the birth of more Dream Envoys!

It’s a triple win; is there anything better than this?

Rod covered his face, fearing his wild laughter might ruin his image.

Thank you so much, Blood Demon, the collector of the dream realm.

Hahahahaha!

——

After a night of joyful sleep in the Dream Rocking Chair, Rod opened his eyes punctually, feeling extraordinarily refreshed, with his spiritual energy notably restored.

The atmosphere in the group was light, a rarity; many experienced a good night’s sleep for the first time.

Takxis told him that after killing the Blood Demon, monster attacks became less frequent, significantly reducing the group’s pressure. In many areas, the black fog underwent a mysterious transformation, most notably the black fog wall in the Mist Mountain Range spreading open.

But they temporarily didn’t understand what this change signified.

Currently, one benefit is noticeable: the distance for spiritual energy communication has increased severalfold, allowing the head of the group to directly contact the tail without needing a relay.

This is certainly a positive development, the remaining journey is not long and quite navigable; if everything goes well, by tomorrow they will receive survivors from Sword City, and at the latest the day after tomorrow, they’ll exit the Shattered Mountains, leaving Saint Reel.

Takxis confidently told him, "We now have great leeway; I can rescue more people. Thank you, Trolian’s black rice bucket, this is all thanks to you, you are our savior, and your Trolian compatriots are too."

Rod grinned, his nose almost crooked with anger: "What are you saying?"

"Ah, your archbishop Horus told me that this seems to be the Invincible War God’s pronunciation in Troli; is it not quite standard?"

He repeated it several times until Rod stopped him. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Let’s stick to Saint Reel’s language; it sounds odd."

Takxis apologized, "My linguistic talent is lacking; the pronunciation is too strange. I must quickly learn Trolian’s common language."

Rod held his head, "No need, this is fine."

Takxis realized, "Yes, brother Rod is right, we can return to Trolian to learn it later, but now all focus should be on rescuing people. As expected of Invincible War God, sir."

Rod closed his mouth, realizing he should quickly master the translation of both languages, becoming a definitive authority in this area.

In the future, anyone who dares to question him will eat dirt in the sewers.

Humph!

——

As Takxis mentioned, after the team set off, the defensive pressure indeed reduced greatly, allowing them more time to search for survivors from Saint Reel farther afield.

Soon, Takxis found a town overrun by flesh puppets. From the look of the battle, intense fighting within the town had been ongoing for days, leaving it a wasteland littered with shattered corpses and darkened blood, with precarious flames flickering.

Takxis displayed his great prowess alongside Bossivale, Rod, and accompanying warriors and the town’s defenders, quickly defeating the puppets.

After the battle, Bossivale looked at Rod with suspicion, "Your spiritual power strength seems to have increased a lot, at least one-fifth stronger than yesterday!"

Rod chuckled, surprised by his sensitivity.

"How did you do it? Just by sleeping?"

Rod casually replied, "Sleeping and getting stronger, isn’t it a normal thing?"

Bossivale was astonished by Rod’s words, secretly thinking perhaps this is the secret Troli training method.

Inside the broken Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground, they found the Protecting White King on the brink of death, his soul suffering fatal injury and severe pollution. Yet during the battle, he fought on the front line, only collapsing when Takxis and others arrived.

Upon seeing Takxis, tears streamed down, murmuring, "First Saint Heir, you finally came, you finally came, the Pope, Royal City, is it gone?"

Upon learning the truth, his face turned ashen, devoid of vitality, but upon knowing Rod and the existence of Trolian, his eyes erupted with boundless light.

"Ah, ah, there’s hope, there’s life, great, great..."

Takxis said, "Stop talking, Ferros, I’ll take you back for healing."

"No, you don’t understand, I’m already dead; it’s my spirit holding on, you’ve brought hope with Rod, you’ve let us know that afar, there is a flicker of human life, I must tell all Saint Reel survivors, bring this hope to everyone!"

Takxis hesitated, "You..."

Before the words were finished, a powerful white light erupted from him, his spirit instantly exploded, spreading in the void, scattered across the land of Saint Reel.

Takxis’s kingly sense suddenly completely restored, he felt the presence of all survivors on Saint Reel’s land, they wept in despair, mourned before dying, but upon knowing Ferros’s information, uncontrollable ecstasy, indescribable hope, seized their hearts.

Infinite cries for help and pleas filled his head in an instant.

"Save us, flesh puppets have overrun the inner city..."

"Beibei died, First Saint Heir, please avenge us..."

"Big Horn City annihilated; please avenge us, Saint Heir..."

"Sunshine City fallen, all warriors dead; I’m about to die too; a million people, about to be devoured by darkness, Saint Heir, please save them..."

Takxis’s expression evolved from confusion, pain, anger to determination.