The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 112 - 84: Stronghold

Chapter 112: Chapter 84: Stronghold

Though this team looked similar to the first three squads of Doomsday believers, they didn’t seem to be searching for him, and there were only half as many.

Thus, Rod didn’t rush into action, opting instead to hide within a stone ledge off to the side.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor on the other side, accompanied by voices.

"Be careful, don’t go ahead, that’s a gathering place for Poison Insects."

"It’s a long way around if we take the side path."

"No choice, those Poison Insects are very troublesome, buried in the mud and hard to spot. If you step on a trap, they’ll leap out and pierce your mouth with their strong tails, pumping their venom into your stomach. It’s a death you wouldn’t want to experience."

"What the hell are those guys up to! With the Eclipse Plan in motion, how can they just run around like this?"

"There is so much to do at the base, if there is even the slightest issue with the plan, I’ll grind them into mincemeat!"

"The Crystal link has reacted... Selt’s soul has been extinguished! They’ve been killed!"

"What? Who did it?"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, streams of white shot out, blasting the heads off five individuals. The headless bodies fell with a thud, leaving only the last one standing.

Rod stepped out, smiling, "I did."

The Spirit Gun was aimed straight at the last person, a short man who was missing an ear, who, in terror, collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I don’t know anything; I was captured by them! They said they’d eat me if I didn’t join the Savior God Sect."

Rod asked in surprise, "What Savior God Sect?"

The short man exclaimed in shock, "You’re not Grey Dog... a high-ranking official from the Internal Affairs Court?"

Rod coughed.

"I just started today. Tell me what you know, and I might spare your life."

The short man asked in confusion, "Do new recruits have that kind of authority?"

Rod replied impatiently, "Don’t you know my dad is the Judgment Chief?"

"But Judgeship Chief Lucian Your Excellency doesn’t have any offspring..."

"Can’t a godson do? Another word, and I’ll blow you away with one shot."

"...The Savior God Sect is the Polluter Divine Sect. Internally, we refer to pollution as salvation. The Priests proclaim that only after being infected with the substance of darkness can one become a true noble of the Dark Age."

No wonder their souls all had a touch of black... Rod demanded, "What is the Eclipse Plan for?"

"Sir, this, I’m just a low-level believer, I don’t know. We only follow orders to collect supplies."

"Where is your base?"

"...Near the sewers in the Fang Street district."

"Do you know who’s behind the Redstone Village relocation case?"

"Eh, what’s Redstone Village?"

"What other plans and objectives do you have?"

"Uh, uh, the leaders seem to always be working on the Savior Plan, but I really don’t know the specifics."

"Take me to your base."

"Okay."

Bang.

A True Silver Bullet shot out, blasting his head apart.

[Lao Bo’s Soul]

Naive, thinking he could turn the tables on me.

Rod stowed the Spirit Gun, aware that he was fundamentally very fragile; he was able to kill them easily by leveraging his own advantages, but that didn’t mean he could overpower them.

Therefore, he was always extremely vigilant. As soon as he saw the soul of the short man surge with excitement and the Spiritual Energy gush forth, he knew an attempt at resistance was coming, and without hesitation, fired his gun.

These six people didn’t have much on them, just a diamond-shaped Crystal with many names that were grayed out.

Rod looked it over and realized these were the names of the people he had killed.

Probably a tool the Doomsday believers used to control their followers.

This diamond-shaped Crystal could be taken back and handed over to the Defense Department as one piece of evidence.

Rod pocketed it and immediately entered the Dream Realm.

He wanted to hear what voices were in [Lao Bo’s Soul].

The Soul Altar was filled with light dots like swarms of mosquitoes; these were the souls of Doomsday believers. Rod took a few seconds to locate Lao Bo’s soul and listened closely.

"Kill him! Kill him! I will attain glory and riches!"

"The base certainly isn’t in the Fang Street District. How could we be stationed in the living quarters? This person is really stupid. The High Court District is the suitable place."

"The Redstone Village relocation case? Why would he ask about that? It was a complete failure. We expended so much effort and resources, only to not succeed, and even lost a Polluter! It’s said that a traitor emerged. Damn it!"

"Humph... The Savior plan, its profundity is beyond your understanding. Only the Supreme Heavenly God is our true protector!"

"The grand Eclipse Project will surely succeed. We will pollute everything! We will save everything!"

——

There were many voices, most of which were the mental activities he experienced just before his death, related to Rod’s questions.

It could be that the strong tension and exalted emotions he felt before death allowed his soul to record these things.

Rod suddenly realized this was a good method for interrogation, although, this technique could only be used once.

If only I could resurrect.

If I ask a few more times, die a few more times, I could know everything.

After daydreaming for a few seconds, Rod quickly returned to the Material World. It was very unsafe here; he couldn’t stay in the Dream Realm for long.

He immediately set off towards the High Court District.

It wasn’t far, and according to Professor Bins’ map, it was an unthreatening abandoned area, secluded between two main waterways, and difficult to access.

However, after roaming around the High Court District a few times, Rod found no trace of the Doomsday believers’ base.

What’s going on here?

Could a soul lie?

No, that’s impossible.

Rod went around one more time, still finding nothing.

Just as he was thinking about returning to report to the Defense Department, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Most areas of the High Court District were gray, decaying, and hung with black strip-shaped objects. Dead silence and desolation were the main theme here, but there was one spot that seemed oddly out of place, as if the stains on it were deliberately covered up.

Rod stepped forward and swept it, turning out to be true.

Once the dust and grime were brushed away, the blue stone slabs underneath were revealed, surely hiding some kind of entrance.

Rod thought for a moment, then tried punching it.

He mobilized his Spiritual Energy, concentrating it in his right hand, pushing it to the limit, then smashed down fiercely.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Dust rose around, and the stone slab visibly bounced, his hand was a bit painful, but he could bear it.

Hmm... Professor Karaman had said that the power of Enhancement depended on the maximum Strength of Spiritual Energy and the physical strength of the body. It seems that in addition to cultivating Spiritual Energy, training the body is also essential.

There must be a hollow space below; their hideout is right here.

The thickness of the floor wasn’t great, the Eye of the Soul could surely see through it, and there should be no one inside the hideout.

Rod decided to punch a few more times; if he couldn’t break through, then he would use a Thunder Stone.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After the third strike, the stone slab broke apart, revealing a deep passage below.

Rod rubbed his reddened fist, thinking that when he returned, he would need to do some more physical training; otherwise, no matter how strong his Spirit was, if his body couldn’t withstand it, it wouldn’t be enough.

Entering the passage, he quickly arrived at a hall filled with various bones or bone-made items as well as human heads and organs preserved in glass jars, and some blackish objects of unknown nature.

Rod felt nauseous at the sight; indeed, the Doomsday believers were a bunch of evil lunatics.

He immediately pulled out the emergency communicator given to him by Big Scarface and injected it with Spiritual Energy.

The pre-set message transformed into a beam of light and shot out.

The Defense Department would soon receive his call for help and learn of his location.

It was better to leave the situation here to the professionals.

In the final moments while awaiting their arrival, Rod searched the area and found a box in a corner, emanating a faint warmth.

They glowed a white-hot color, like a solidified white flame, continuously radiating weak light and heat.

Rod’s eyes widened instantly.

Isn’t this the Sun Stone?

A controlled item that is forbidden to trade!