The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1365 - 674: I Have It

Everyone was shocked by this number.

Even the logistics chief Hullen and Feng, hearing it for the second time, still felt a soul-shaking sensation.

Even Rod had his mouth wide open, sporting a look of astonishment.

Bossivale felt a bit disappointed in his heart but knew he couldn’t demand more. He softly said:

"The spiritual thread is the foundation of the entire True King Ceremony. It will bear the immense pressure of the Strong Source’s ascension, which is an essential upgrade—a gap leaped across, a backlash from the laws of authority. Whether it’s the Spirit’s position or the Source’s position, the essence is to ensure the stability and steadiness of the laws and Spiritual Energy. To break free from these constraints, we are bound to face powerful retaliation."

"We cannot use the soul to withstand this backlash; otherwise, no matter how strong the soul, it will be torn apart in the storm of Source Ascension. This is one of the primary functions of the True King Ceremony. As the foundational part bearing the pressure, the strength of the spiritual thread must not have any problems; otherwise, the entire ceremony will collapse."

Dalin said solemnly, "Dissecting a monster’s soul is quite a troublesome task. We need special preparation, launching a powerful attack on its soul as the monster is dying. Smaller monsters don’t have much soul residue. To acquire enough soul residue, it requires at least a Strong Level Super Rank monster, but doing so will severely delay the battle’s progress... If not done this way, the probability of dissecting a monster’s soul is only one percent."

The King’s eyebrows furrowed.

"Even at one percent, with a battlefield this large, we should have a considerable amount of soul residue."

Hullen softly said, "Besides Lord Rod’s supply, we collect only over 20,000 units of soul residue daily."

Everyone fell silent.

Over 20,000 units meant it would take at least 1,000 days to gather enough soul residue to complete the True King Ceremony.

Dalin sighed lightly:

"Let me handle this. I’ll reduce the expansion in the east and south by more than half of the battles..."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Rod promptly interrupted him.

"Don’t be hasty, Dalin, I didn’t say we didn’t have enough."

At that moment, everyone’s gaze instantly shifted back.

Bossivale grabbed his arm.

"You have it?"

Rod slapped his hand away:

"You have it."

Clearing his throat, he confirmed, "20 million units of soul residue, right?"

Bossivale nodded.

"I have it."

Bossivale’s eyes widened: "You really have it?"

"Really have it."

"Then why were you surprised?"

Rod chuckled, "Hearing you speak so solemnly, I thought it was a lot, but it’s only 20 million units."

At that moment, everyone was stunned by his words.

Even the King showed a look of surprise.

"20 million units isn’t much?"

Bossivale exclaimed incredulously.

"Even in Saint Reel, this is not an easy number to gather. We often prepare for several years to get this much."

Dalin kept rubbing his hands, transforming from a stable military leader into a greedy little merchant, "How much do you have?"

Rod modestly said, "Not much, about 37 million units."

At that moment, only the sound of breathing remained in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

Everyone quieted down, feeling the indescribable value of this number.

Hullen and Feng, who managed the entire Trolian logistics, never imagined this number in their lifetime. The most soul residue they’d ever seen amounted to 3 million units, sustained for only a week.

Now, the only thing they could think of was that the Holy White Tree would never lack nourishment again, and the miracle of the Tree of Life would completely envelop this land.

They immersed themselves in this fantasy, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Finally, it was the King who broke the silence, smiling as he said an old saying:

"As expected of little Rod, our supernova, rounding up to a king."

Rod dryly laughed, "Let me tell you a secret: I feel my Source stirring; it won’t be long before I can master the Strong Source and step into the domain of kings..."

No one doubted his words; his miraculous flower had blossomed in everyone’s hearts.

"That’s wonderful; Trolian will have another king born."

Bossivale excitedly shouted:

"Your ascension will mark the beginning of human glory!"

Rod scratched his head: "...So, confirming me as a king a few days early should be no problem."

The King smiled, "Of course, that’s not a problem."

"Then shouldn’t a king have a special title? Like Invincible War God or something..."

Fortunately, Horus wasn’t here, and everyone didn’t take his words seriously.

Bossivale naturally said, "Aren’t you the Invincible War God of Trolian?"

Rod scratched his head, thinking about displaying the strength of an Invincible War God before demanding a title change.

"What else does the True King Ceremony need?"

Bossivale’s expression turned serious, "The ceremony’s sealing circle requires a strong soul and Source aura. I need 10,000 soul trait blocks; any type will do."

This was another astonishing figure.

Yet Rod didn’t hesitate, answering directly, "No problem."

Bossivale exclaimed, "Dad?"

Great Priest Megan and the leader of the Taboo Armament, Ryanbeck, looked at him in incredible shock:

"How did you get it? Soul traits are the parts of the soul containing characteristic trails, which can only be precisely cut out with a soul scalpel. To obtain it, we need to capture an entire soul, place it on a soul operating table, and have a High Rank medical practitioner with the Bright Light Attribute perform a complete dissecting technique."