The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 103 - 78 Disclosure

Chapter 103: Chapter 78 Disclosure

The black dust disappeared, and Rod was still in a semi-dazed state.

He never thought he would use the Soul Altar’s new ability here.

At that moment, it was as if a soul string in his brain was plucked, compelling him to use "Soul Blast" without hesitation.

It was like he had grasped the monster’s soul string and shredded its entire soul.

The power was far beyond imagination.

Rod looked at his right hand, which had returned from a semi-transparent state to normal, without any change.

Suddenly, a strong sense of joy rose in his chest—

What would happen if "Soul Blast" was combined with "Sealing Spirit Bullets"?

"Not bad."

Nightwing jumped over from afar, offering rare praise.

"You have half my style. You’re definitely not just a reserve combatant. You’re deceiving us just to show off in front of us, aren’t you? Such behavior is too childish."

This guy... Rod explained with a smile and a sigh, "I’m not deceiving you; I really am a reserve member, I’ve never been to a combat class."

Nightwing sneered, "Cut it out. The precise force you generated during the moment your toes touched the ground to propel your body over twelve yards, landing right in front of the monster, showed skillful, smooth, and natural movement, along with a sharp rise and fall of Spiritual Energy. You have at least two years of training; you can’t fool my sharp eyes."

Rod didn’t know how to explain.

This ability seemed innate to him. He was particularly quick at mastering Spiritual Energy techniques; after Karaman taught him to use Spiritual Energy disturbances to enhance strength and Spiritual Energy Stagnation to resist damage, his progress was almost a thousand miles in a single day.

"No more words to say, huh? Hmph, I’ll tell you, although you’re somewhat impressive, you still pale in comparison to me."

Quietly, Molly said, "But he’s a special student, right? You applied over five hundred times at the academy and never got permission. The staff in the Academic Affairs Office were so annoyed by you..."

"Molly!" Nightwing shouted, glaring at her.

Professor Bins ignored them and walked up to Rod.

His expression had returned to calm, and his tone was still as placid as an ancient well:

"Are you of the Starfire Series or the Spirit Fire Series?"

With a touch of respect in his tone, Rod replied to Professor Bins, whose scholarship he respected. Knowledge certainly is power.

"Starfire Series."

"How many Fire Sparks have you ignited?"

"Two."

"What name did the Mechanical Research Institute give you?"

"Black Gluttonous Pot, damn it."

Pfft!

Nightwing had just taken a sip of water, and it all sprayed out.

Professor Bins’s tone remained unchanged, "There were no relevant records in the Great Book Library a month ago. is this a new Fire Spark Characteristic? Has the Mechanical Research Institute conducted a formal analysis of your Fire Spark Characteristic?"

"Err... no."

Professor Bins nodded and asked no further.

He turned and walked to where the monster had died, crouching down to check the remains that had been reduced to ashes.

Suppressing his laughter, Nightwing asked, "Rod, why is your Fire Spark so weird? Let me guess, Black Gluttonous Pot gave you Spiritual Vision, right? The more you eat, the better your vision, that logic makes sense, doesn’t it?"

Does that make sense? Do you have some misconceptions about eating?

Rod couldn’t understand their logic, but if that was the explanation they were comfortable with, then so be it.

"Grass, this Fire Spark, must be that soul attack from just now. Grass is a plant, it’s sharp, and you cut open the monster’s soul like a sharp knife, that makes sense, right?"

"Ah right right right."

Nightwing’s joy +2

He said beaming with happiness, "Am I right? My intelligence is quite high, isn’t it? Lad, I actually know what you’re thinking. Your move just now was pretty good, but still far inferior to mine. You think you can win Molly’s heart with this? That’s impossible. She’s seen too much, right? Molly."

Molly’s pretty face blushed slightly as she whispered, "But I think Rod looked really cool just now."

Crack.

Nightwing seemed to hear the sound of his glass heart shattering as he angrily said, "Aren’t I more handsome when I fight? You’ve seen it so many times!"

Before he could finish speaking, the black mud he had gotten on his nose when he fell suddenly dropped into his mouth.

"Ptui! Ptui! Ptui! Ptui!"

Suddenly, Professor Bins spoke up, "It’s not it!"

Nightwing wiped his mouth and immediately asked, "What’s the matter, Professor?"

"The creature that left traces here is not this evil spirit hound."

Professor Bins stood up, his gaze searching through the darkness.

"This is the sacrificial altar of the Sosased Empire. During the Sosased era, the surface experienced an unknown cataclysm, and the entire empire moved to live in the sewer system. Now, one-third of the sewer system under the Royal City was expanded by them, and it has almost completely fallen into disuse, becoming a breeding ground for monsters and a gathering place for Doomsday believers."

"The sacrificial altar is their important place of prayer. The walls and stone pillars have been enhanced with Spiritual Energy, making them extremely hard. The Evil Spirit Hounds are too weak and the wrong size. They can’t destroy this place."

With a slightly tense air, Nightwing took out an iron staff from his chest: "So what do we do now?"

Professor Bins said calmly, "We came here to explore the unknown, to complete the map. Hunting monsters is not our mission."

"Record the information of this place, and when we return, hand it over to the Defense Department here. Let’s go back the way we came and take a detour from the western area."

"Nightwing, enter combat mode. Don’t conserve your strength anymore. Let’s finish our exploration mission quickly and get back."

"Okay," Nightwing raised his staff, and Spiritual Energy ignited, "Leave everything to me!"

Molly added Fuel Element to the Spirit Lamps at their waists and scattered a kind of black powder to eliminate their scent.

Afterward, they returned along the way they had come.

On the way back, everyone’s pace was hurried, and there was much less conversation.

The dingy and filthy environment of the sewer was oppressive, and the black filth hanging on the walls was particularly unsettling.

Rod suddenly realized Nightwing’s role—to lighten the mood and relieve stress.

But he wisely kept this to himself to avoid setting off this individual with an overly strong sense of pride.

As the journey got more disgusting, after returning from the eastern area, they entered the western area.

The western area is next to the main channel of the sewer system, a section that is still in use. All kinds of filth from the Royal City converge here through the flowing water. Germs, plagues, poison insects, and rats still exist here and have become even more disgusting due to the contamination of the Black Fog.

Along the way, Rod encountered many mutated rats, giant fleas, spiders, and fungi capable of hunting.

Most are Grey Level monsters, providing only a dust-like amount of Soul—a dust generally containing only 2-3 of the Soul Without Spirit, which is really too little.

To save on bullets, Rod did not shoot frequently.

Nightwing finally showed his prowess in battle, constantly summoning Giant Swords made of Spiritual Energy, slicing the monsters into pieces. From his staff, he occasionally fired glowing energy orbs that exploded violently upon entering the swarm of monsters, with a force roughly equivalent to one-fifth of a Thunder Stone’s energy.

What particularly interested Rod was his ability to stroll through the air. With every tip-toe, a ripple would appear in the air as if he were stepping on some foothold.

His movements were graceful, shifting and leaping through the air as if performing a dance.

If it weren’t for the nauseating surroundings, Rod would definitely have appreciated the display.

Unable to resist showing off, Nightwing started to brandish his features constantly, explaining the subtleties of his every move.

With his guidance, Rod quickly understood the effect of "Spell Talent," which also became the first Soul Trait he fully grasped.

"Spell Talent" is actually a kind of innate ability. In Trolian, such characteristics are referred to as Talent Quality.

The meaning of "Spell Talent" is actually: having the innate Talent Quality to use "Spells."

"Spell" is a very intricate system, possessing abilities for combat, shape-shifting, Floating, Instant Teleportation, Healing, Purification, Imprisonment, Sealing, and more. Due to its high difficulty to master, the range between its users’ upper and lower limits is vast.

The current upper limit is naturally Theodore of Jinworth, the Dean known as the "undying old man."

He is the role model for all "Spell Talent" holders to learn from.

The lower limit is naturally being constantly broken with Nightwing once being one of them.

But according to him, "Thanks to my relentless efforts, I have now become one of the upper bounds and am the idol of countless new students."

Rod casually heaped praise, which made Nightwing bloom with happiness, performing even more enthusiastically.

However, as they delved deeper into their route, the monsters gradually became stronger, and Nightwing also began to struggle, but he still pushed himself to lead the charge, preventing Rod from taking action.

Finally, when they emerged from the sewer system of the western area and came to the middle area of Aifeid, Nightwing encountered a very strong monster.

It was a spider at least the size of a house; its body was flat, with hundreds of pale, slender legs; its abdomen bore a face in agony, which spewed yellow-green Acid Liquid when attacked.

"The Mutated Demon Spider is a very strong monster with especially strong defenses. It’s like a slab of Spiritual Energy iron—no weaknesses. Ordinary people who encounter it can only die. But I can slowly wear it down. You just need to wait patiently."

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Upper City.

Internal Affairs Court.

Spireshaft Hall.

"So you’re saying that he and Professor Bins’ team have entered the sewers of the Inner City District?"

Manolo Bana scrutinized the informant who had come to report.

"Yes, Great Judge, this is their action plan and route map submitted to the Ash Excavator School."

After reviewing it, Manolo Bana’s gaze flickered, and he fell silent.

After a moment, he spoke.

"Leak this information to the Polluter Sect."

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