The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1347 - 666: Beneath the True King’s Throne

Chapter 1347: Chapter 666: Beneath the True King’s Throne

It was a long time before Rod emerged from the shock of his soul.

He couldn’t imagine what kind of person could be worthy of such words.

This being, known as the Holy King, completely surpassed the limits of his understanding. He pioneered the epoch of humanity, accomplished feats even the "gods couldn’t achieve," and even after reaching the end of his life, he continued to guard humanity with sheer willpower for a thousand years, ensuring that humanity emerged from its infancy.

His life lasted a thousand years, nearly reaching the limits of a True King, and coupled with another thousand years after his death, this great Yasi Oushenas single-handedly protected humanity for a total of two thousand years.

Rod gazed upward at the indescribable corpse above the unprecedented throne and told the other three about the inscription on the throne.

Likewise, they were also plunged into the same shock as Rod.

Horus marveled, "I truly can’t imagine it. In Trolian, a king reigning for over 30 years, we would consider him a great king. Over 50 years, those kings can be counted on one hand in the history of Trolian."

Peibela nodded, "After the last great calamity, we’ve lived through the era of sixteen kings, totaling only a little over two hundred years."

"In these 270 years, Trolian has gone from having only one Royal City to possessing tens of thousands of strongholds, hundreds of towns, and its population has grown from less than ten million to more than tenfold, with combatants increasing several hundred times over."

"Indeed," Horus sighed lightly. "Two thousand years, to what extent could things have developed, I can’t imagine."

Qingyu said, "According to legend, the Fire Epoch was inaugurated by three True Kings, and it’s hard for me to envision two other strong figures like him."

Horus’ tone was filled with reverence and hope:

"Perhaps because of this, humanity can have such a glorious Fire Epoch... Ah, the legacy of the True King must lie beneath his throne. This great existence probably left behind a lot of Star Source and Primordial Spirit Power, right?"

"He is benevolent."

Qingyu said in a light-hearted tone:

"He has been waiting here for us for many years, let’s go over there."

Peibela said, "Still, be cautious. The Black Fog is enough to distort everything... I’ll go first."

The four of them gradually moved forward.

The magnificent throne was like a towering peak, and the corpse, sitting atop the mountain, epitomized greatness for the first time.

Soon, Rod saw more inscriptions below the throne.

"Oh great king, who singlehandedly initiated the Fire Epoch, the Holy King, the Bright King, the King of Radiant, all belong to the great Yasi Oushenas, the first in his lifetime, the latter after his death, an avatar of his consciousness..."

"... To resist the endless Black Fog, he created countless offspring with transcendent spiritual power, but none inherited the great power of the father..."

"... The Spirit Throne, the unsurpassable transcendent spirit technology, unfathomable genius wisdom, a power enough to change an epoch... But with his demise, this power was forgotten..."

"... Fallen, humanity succumbed, the despairing tides of the Black Fog once again engulfed the world..."

These inscriptions were relatively chaotic, the languages varied, and many were damaged and incomprehensible.

Rod couldn’t help but ask, "Who left these writings?"

Horus mused, "It must be someone from his era."

"But the legacy remains," Qingyu reminded, "Why didn’t they take the True King’s inheritance?"

Indeed.

Rod pondered.

Someone capable of writing dream realm texts, someone who wouldn’t take the legacy of a True King.

What kind of identity would that be?

Could it be the former Master of Dreams?

Rod inquired within his soul, but the Book of Knowledge gave a negative answer.

"Master, although my memory in this area has been erased, I can confirm that among the Masters of Dreams, there is no such special and brilliant person. As for the Holy King Yasi Oushenas, I have no impression of him in my soul."

Asa circled in the air, thinking that rapid spinning might help him recall more things.

"I also have no impression. The initial 2000 years of the Fire Epoch seemed to be a silent 2000 years for the Ancient Evil Thought... Ah, no, I remembered, at the start of the Fire Epoch, Ak had convened powerful evil thoughts at the Supreme Stele, and at that time, the mighty I was able to participate, but what was said at the gathering, I have no memory. I only remember that from that time on, my goal was to devour Ak and replace him as the leader of the evil thoughts—of course, this was very childish and foolish."

Rod nodded, feeling that the identity of this Holy King became increasingly mysterious.

This great figure, who existed in the most glorious history of humanity for two thousand years, didn’t even leave behind a name.

And his inheritance was actually called the Horror Castle.

Rod found it hard to comprehend.

Who came up with this name? Was it the Holy King himself, or the unknown person who left these inscriptions?

A thought flashed through Rod’s mind again.

Could the Hidden Sage Royeger be connected with him?

After all, based on the current clues, Royeger was a human who existed at the end of the Second Epoch. He most certainly experienced the great horror that destroyed the Second Epoch, and the Holy King was a powerful figure at the beginning of the Third Epoch. It’s quite normal for there to be intersections between them.

Rod gazed at the area below the throne, his eyes blazing with intensity.

If everything was really as he suspected, then he might find useful clues here.

As the distance shortened, the breathing of the three companions became heavy, especially Horus, who seemed like a panting bulldog barking in their ears.

Finally, they reached beneath the throne, near the remains of this king.

Although it had decayed for millions of years, Rod didn’t sense any pollution, corrosion, or distorted mutations.

The corpse seemed to have merged with the throne.

Qingyu softly asked, "He wasn’t polluted? Such a powerful existence, surely he killed countless monsters. It’s impossible he wasn’t eroded."

Peibela pondered, "Has he undergone some kind of life mutation? Even giants aren’t nearly as massive as he is."

"Where... is the inheritance?" Horus questioned with a soulful inquiry.

Rod looked around. To be safe, he still did not activate the Eye of the Soul. With the naked eye, he couldn’t see many details, but from the silhouette of the throne, he sharply detected a possibility.

"Here!"

Rod quickly walked to a protruding part and tapped the dust off with his toe. A giant door appeared right in front of them.

On the door was inscribed a line of text, gnarled and majestic, full of power, vastly different from the text on the throne.

"Oh you who come later, please inherit my legacy."

On the door’s surface, the powerful sealing was still in operation. Those specific symbols were Dream Realm language, translated as: "Verification: Human, Condition: Alive, Non-polluted, Non-distorted, Non-out of control."

At that moment, Rod smiled.

Indeed, it was waiting for us to come.

"Below here lies the inheritance, and the sealing’s verification criterion is only one: that is human."

Horus looked at him in surprise, "You understood it? Such a complicated seal, I couldn’t even understand one percent of it."

Rod laughed, "I’m inherently clever, just occasionally appearing a bit dazed at times..."

As he spoke, his hands were already pressing on the seal.

Sure enough, once the seal met Rod’s hands, it began collapsing rapidly.

Pure blue light scattered across the ground like glass, lingering for a long time.

Horus marveled at the opening door, seemingly seeing the pile of Star Source and Primordial Spirit Power inside.

"Wonderful..."

Before the words were finished, chains of spiritual energy rose again and locked the door.

Rod said in shock, "What’s going on?"

Boom!

An enormous sound came from afar, a magnificent voice echoed through the air.

"You are not qualified to inherit the legacy!"

The four instantly turned their heads and saw above the throne, countless gray mist gathering.

A Giant Spirit wearing gray armor, holding a large gray axe, was emerging.

The terrifying spiritual light exploded in his eyes, the dread-inducing spiritual energy rapidly rising.

"Only I can inherit father’s legacy. I am the sole heir."

"I am Akabaton, the great Warlord of the Forbidden Guard Legion, the undefeated War God, the only one qualified to inherit my father’s legacy!"

Dust throughout the ruins gathered in the air, forming a bizarre spirit. His figure was tall, his face rugged, though a mere aggregation of dust, his ferocious and twisted expression was clearly visible.

"Hahaha, yes, I will become the supreme King. I am the son my father loved most. In the endless years after his death, it was I who guarded his tomb, protected his legacy, recorded his deeds. Ah... how long has it been? So long that I can’t remember, the power of the True King rightfully belongs to me."

Boom!

Intense spiritual power surged forward, and a tsunami of spiritual energy erupted in cognitive perception. Peibela cried out in horror, "Sixteen, no, seventeen-level spiritual energy!"

"He possesses a Strong Source! This is a King Level Monster with seventeen-level spiritual energy!"

"Monster?"

Suddenly, the Giant Spirit burst into laughter.

"You call me a monster? How can that be? Akabaton, destined to be as great as my father, the Warlord, how could I be a monster? You are the monsters, don’t think you can deceive my eyes!"

He swung the giant axe madly, imbued with spiritual energy, the giant axe was slicing through space.

Without activating the Eye of the Soul, Rod could see the black spiritual energy spreading out from his black soul and shouted, "Don’t be fooled by his words, this is a monster..."

"I’m not a monster!"

The giant suddenly became furious, rushing towards Rod at an unimaginable speed.

"You group of invading evildoers, I will destroy you, and when father returns, the True King’s legacy will be mine!"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, the giant axe tore space apart, unmatched spiritual energy surged forward.

Crack!

Peibela blocked this strike, a flash of cold light, Akabaton’s giant axe directly tore her into two halves, blood and viscera poured down, the split skin and shattered bone pieces were exposed.

But the next second, gray light flashed in the air, Peibela’s body returned to the state it was five seconds ago, completely intact, only the tearing pain remained within her nerves.

"Fight!"

Horus shouted sharply, spiritual energy shook, and an intense white light flooded this space, Bright Light formed countless blades, cutting toward this bizarre spirit.

Immediately, a massive fireball rose into the sky, countless flames spewed forth.

The red giant rose in an instant, joining the battle.

Peibela stood at the forefront, entangled with him, the giant axe constantly tearing her apart, and she continually restored.

But aside from Peibela, no one was qualified to stand before this Evil Spirit. Its giant axe could tear apart everything within space.

Even worse, more Evil Spirits were gathering.