The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1312 - 651: Shining Hope (Part 3)

In Trolian, apart from those with exceptional talent, no one can become a Commander.

He decided to thoroughly inquire about this field after returning to the Royal City.

If things are indeed as he imagines, Trolian is poised for a major enhancement.

At that time, everyone working together to defeat the Blood God is not impossible.

After eliminating the threat at the back of the team, their speed returned to normal.

With Rod missing as a Source, it barely had any impact.

Rod acutely noticed that these Flesh Puppets, unlike those in Saint Reel, were not only mad but constantly melting, their soul and body becoming unstable.

Perhaps this is what they meant by the effect of leaving the Earthly Divine Kingdom.

Rod gazed forward and found he could no longer see the scarlet light, indicating the God of Contaminated Blood seemed to have stopped pursuing them.

Perhaps inherently unwilling to suffer too much damage, or perhaps remaining in His Earthly Divine Kingdom is His utmost invincible instinct.

Either way, the Blood God hasn’t pursued them; they’ve escaped Him.

Rod breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally, safe.

"Hahaha, do you think you’re safe?"

A ghostly voice echoed in his ears, causing the hairs on Rod’s body to stand on end instantly.

It was the voice of the Fear Ghost, Aher.

He used unknown means to prevent any delay in the Blood God’s arrival, leading to Takxis’s demise.

And now, he appeared here again.

"What do you want?" Rod shouted fiercely, "Asa, find him."

Asa immediately responded, "Master, that’s a shadow of fear; his true form isn’t here."

The crazy laughter once again echoed in Rod’s ears, coming from all directions, but Rod immediately found its source.

"Don’t think of running!"

Instantly, countless Star Shuttles shot forward, leveling that area.

"Whatever you intend, you won’t succeed."

The shadow hidden in the darkness was quickly eliminated, but its laughter persisted.

"Foolish Life of Man, your tiny peculiarity is like a jest to me. I have long seen through your roots from the Void. Devourer of the King of Filth, don’t think you can save the world; before true darkness, you’ll soon recognize your insignificance."

The shadow dispersed like oil paint on water, releasing a peculiar aura.

In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge suddenly shouted, "No, Master, run, that’s the Blood God’s Field—a fragment of His Field!"

Blood-red light rapidly expanded, a thin bloodline darted lightning-fast toward Saint Reel.

"Run, Master, once the bloodline connects with Saint Reel’s earth, this place will become part of the Blood God’s Field—the Earthly Divine Kingdom, where He can descend!"

Rod’s mind boomed, exclaiming in disbelief, "No way to stop it?"

"None, unless you possess the same divine Authority—Root Origin’s Authority—otherwise ancient God’s Field cannot be eradicated!"

Rod’s heart sank as if plunged into ice, the chill from his soul extending outward, nearly freezing him as he rushed to inform everyone in the team.

Bossivale clenched his fist, "I must tear this Ancient Evil Thought to pieces!"

Horus immediately asked, "What if that evil thought casts the Blood God’s Field fragment into Trolian?"

Rod relayed the Book of Knowledge’s answer:

"If it’s too far, the fragment will lose its effect unless he has many such fragments, enough to connect Saint Reel and Trolian."

Horus asked, "What if he has many?"

"That’s impossible; too many fragments would damage the Blood God’s soul. Aggregation is one of Divine Soul’s inherent abilities; generally, ancient God’s Field fragments are hard to obtain."

Rod’s mind eased slightly; perhaps, he used this fragment to ensure the Blood God’s prompt arrival.

Beside him, Horus shouted, "Faster! Everyone, push harder; we must move quicker!"

Amidst the life-or-death crisis, everyone unleashed their full power.

With such a large team, their speed surged to shocking thirty thousand yards per clock hour.

However, before they’d gone far, that terrifying aura reappeared behind them, as infinite beams of blood light shot from afar, forming an overwhelmingly vast Blood Fog.

Blood God descends.

An indescribable Spiritual Energy shriek emanated from behind, unparalleled strength descending once more, suffusing the world with red light.

Every person felt as if they returned to an earlier, suffocating state.

Rod frantically shouted, "Run, run fast!"

But the Blood God’s spreading blood light far outpaced their speed.

Soon, that blood light threatened to reach the tail of the team.

"It’s my turn." Suddenly, Mod spoke.

"The chains of White Smoke can last for three clock hours; I hope during these final three, you can reach safety." Rod exclaimed, "No, you can’t go; you’re our strongest asset now... Saint Reel still needs a Strong King Level presence, Trolian too..." Mod gently shook his head, for the first time dispersing his protective mist.

Under the white mist lay a rotting body, bones embedded in decaying flesh, black organs visible.

"My corruption is beyond cure. Thank you for saving me, allowing me to live to see hope." As his words fell, Mod’s body suddenly ignited, his soul uncontrollably spewing Spiritual Energy outward, endless white mist rising from him.

"Monster!"

He let out a piercing scream, as the infinite white mist surged, clashing into the blood-red light.

The fluctuation of Spiritual Energy instantly peaked, the collision of Source Laws stirring waves in the Sea of Source.

"Don’t think of surpassing me!"

White mist and red light entangled everything until the team moved far away, leaving only endless darkness.

——

The atmosphere within the team was extremely heavy; losing two of their strongest consecutively made many in the team lose confidence, believing they might never escape a fate of destruction.

But they didn’t stop, continuing to hurry furiously, though the remaining journey wasn’t smooth; changes in the Black Fog made earlier paths inaccessible, and they often faced large monster attacks, grueling battles slowing their pace.

Fortunately, they’d distanced themselves from the God of Contaminated Blood, only encountering misshapen monsters melting, seeing nothing related to flesh.

The chains of White Smoke continued but didn’t last three clock hours, vanishing within one.

None spoke; they knew Mod too died.

Saint Reel’s four proud strong, all had fallen.

As the White Smoke faded, the team’s speed visibly slowed, travel becoming exceedingly arduous, yet everyone grit their teeth, desperately pushing towards Trolian.

Finally, after several arduous battles, when everyone was exhausted to their limits, they saw the Sword Edge Mountain Range, saw the Ancient City nestled within it.

Within the Ancient City, lights blazed—just like their hope.