The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 132 - 97 Gun Battle

Chapter 132: Chapter 97 Gun Battle

Grey Level monsters, also known as dust on the battlefield, may not seem significant having just emerged from the Black Fog, but in Royal City, they’re the most substantial threat.

If that dust could be cleared away, the threat within Royal City would be reduced by more than half.

However, cleaning up the dust was notoriously difficult.

They were born everywhere, in countless numbers, wandering the streets and alleys, rendering it impossible to use attacks with tremendous destructive range.

Figuring out how to efficiently clean them up was always the biggest headache for the guardians of Royal City.

But it was Rod’s favorite thing to do.

Sweeping the dust might not be the most profitable, but it was the most stable; there was no danger, and efficiency was the only issue.

Rod had many insights on this, and the Eye of the Soul provided tremendous help, ensuring that he could always clean the most dust in the shortest amount of time.

He had nearly swept the Iron Ingot District clean, reducing the defensive pressure for the entire district by half.

By the time night ended and morning arrived, Rod had secured 2610 Dust Souls and 31 Weak Souls.

The harvest was good, but the consumption was significant.

All 310 True Silver Bullets were used up, and of the 60 Thunder Stones, only 9 remained.

He had almost depleted the stock he moved from the Doomsday believers.

But that didn’t matter; Lauren would reimburse him.

When Rod returned to the Defense Department in the Iron Ingot District, he received a heroic welcome.

Defense chief Gars, two guardians, Geman and Morin, and twenty members of their team surrounded him, tossing him into the air and offering ear-splitting cheers.

Gars, teary-eyed with excitement, knew how perilous the situation had been the previous night; only nine people in the entire district had died, whereas nearly a hundred had perished the day before, when seven households were completely wiped out and a temporary shelter was breached.

This was all thanks to the efforts of the new guardian!

"Thanks to your support, Mr. Rod, we’ll take over during the daytime. Please, get some good rest," they told him.

The two guardians also shook his hand, their eyes full of sentiment, as if they saw their younger selves in him.

"We used to be as handsome and dashing as you."

Rod looked at the strangely-shaped duo and smirked. If you say so.

Afterwards, two staff members led Rod to the new residence that had been allocated to him.

It was a two-story standalone house with a bright, copper-grilled lantern next to the door.

It was simple but very clean inside.

Rod slept there for half a day, waking to find Lauren already standing before him.

"Here, your consumption from yesterday: 310 True Silver Bullets and 51 Thunder Stones," Lauren said, handing him a large box.

Rod joyfully accepted the box and asked, "What about my Sun Stone and Star Light Ruby Powder?"

With a trace of helplessness, Lauren replied, "You’ll get them on completion of the task. First, tell me what happened last night; you did very well and also avoided the risk of us giving ourselves away. The news has already spread, so we’ll need to be more cautious tonight."

Rod nodded. "I understand."

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After evening passed, Rod set out again under Defense Chief Gars’ expectant gaze.

For some reason, today’s Black Fog was lighter, and there were far fewer monsters.

This displeased him.

"How can I level up my ’Justice Execution’ without souls?"

He patrolled alone, the yield quite limited.

Just as he was feeling bored and considering a trip to the sewers, he suddenly spotted a strange shadow inside a warehouse.

The blackened soul and body covered in Spiritual Energy suggested it was a monster.

But its Soul Waveform differed from that of monsters; it was complex and varied, somewhat human-like.

Rod, feeling curious, drilled a small hole above the warehouse and peeked inside.

He was utterly repulsed by what he saw.

A colossal grey-white brain, using what looked like entwined guts, was greedily devouring the flesh and blood on the floor.

What else could that be but a monster?

Rod tossed a full-energy Thunder Stone directly into the warehouse.

With a massive boom, the warehouse collapsed.

A shadowy line entered Rod’s body.

"The Soul of the Brain-eating Demon."

Definitely a monster.

Perhaps its soul had some unique property.

Yet he was puzzled: What was going on with this warehouse? Was that flesh from murdered civilians?

Rod wasn’t sure, so he reported the incident to the Defense Department via a Spirit Crow Messenger and let the professionals handle it.

He continued his patrol.

This time, Rod paid special attention to warehouse-like buildings around the district.

Due to physical obstructions, the Eye of the Soul needed to be closer to see inside.

This time, Rod indeed found something wrong. Out of the six warehouses he checked, three had the same situation, with monsters buried underground in two of them.

This was definitely not normal.

Rod sped up his search.

The Iron Ingot District was large, with over fifty thousand households, stretching more than sixteen miles, with more than forty warehouse-like buildings.

Even if only half were counted, he could get twenty Brain-eating Demon Souls.

These were medium-grade souls.

Just one Thunder Stone was needed.

Such a bargain was rare, and he would definitely regret it if he didn’t take full advantage.

Just as Rod was eagerly blowing up warehouses, he suddenly saw several figures emerge from the houses by the street, their hands gathering visible Spiritual Energy, pointing directly at him.

In an instant, Rod knew they were Doomsday believers, and he rolled off the rooftop with a flip.

Two gunshots rang by his ear, and two white streaks brushed over his head.

Heh heh, trying to outdraw me in a gunfight?

Rod fired back, the enhanced True Silver Bullet piercing through a wall and striking a Doomsday believer on the other side, exploding upon impact.

His Spiritual Body shattered into pieces and disappeared from Rod’s sight.

A black line flew towards him, sinking into Rod’s chest.

A very weak soul.

Tsk, bad luck.

Rod quickly stood up and moved along the corner of the wall. Many such figures were closing in on him, clearly the guys couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to swarm and take him down.

But that was too naive.

Rod raised his hand and fired another shot, the True Silver Bullet piercing through a wall and killing a person ambushing him around the corner.

A very weak soul.

Then, he moved in the opposite direction, circling behind two trying to approach from the rear, and took both out with one shot.

A very weak soul.

Bella’s soul.

Another shot hit a man who leapt from behind cover, his right foot still raised in mid-air, as Rod blew his head off.

A very weak soul.

In the blink of an eye, Rod had killed five people, and the other Doomsday believers were scared witless, shrinking back.

However, the Eye of the Soul was not just ordinary Spiritual Vision; it had a function to identify and locate enemies. Souls that Rod had already observed would take some time to completely vanish from view.

Rod walked along the street and saw a soul hiding behind a very thick stone wall.

It was a destroyed house, with ruins everywhere, but it was evident that the former owner used very solid materials, and Rod could tell at a glance that True Silver Bullets couldn’t penetrate it.

But that was no problem, as Rod precisely spotted a crack in the wall, and the man’s body was pressed against the other side of that narrow gap.

He raised his hand and fired, the bullet accurately passing through the crack and hitting the Doomsday believer.

He died on the spot, and a black line flew towards Rod.

A very weak soul.

Rod strode forward, and with the help of the Eye of the Soul, he killed all the remaining Doomsday believers without exception.

In fact, Rod didn’t really want to kill, but there was no sign from Lauren; he didn’t know whether to call them and was inclined to capture them alive, but he hadn’t trained in close-quarters combat.

If things went south, wouldn’t that be incredibly stupid?

After clearing the area, Rod quickly reloaded his Spirit Gun, planning to investigate the house they were previously in.

Just then, he saw a large group of people surging up from beneath another house, as if there was a tunnel below.

Without hesitation, Rod lit a Thunder Stone and threw it in.

Following an explosion, a massive Thunder Light burst from the house, blowing the walls out and collapsing the roof directly onto the ground.

Thirty-three very weak souls.

A bit of a loss.

Just as Rod was about to dig through the rubble to see where the tunnel below led, he suddenly saw Lauren and twelve others rushing towards him.

Their bodies were flickering with Spiritual Light, releasing their full power.

They seemed to be shouting something, but Rod couldn’t hear them.

Rod became tense and a little perplexed. He looked around and finally spotted something amiss.

The air around him was twisting slightly, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the outside world.

The barrier gradually darkened, several powerful shadows grabbed Lauren and the others. One of the shadows pierced through the barrier and lunged in.

Rod recognized her at a glance; she was Sarimi, the Black Priest with a taste for feces and performing in adult movies.

A cruel smile spread across her face, like that of a spotted venomous snake.

"You little bastard, I was willing to let you off, but you pushed us to this extent, so don’t blame me."

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