The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 136 - 99: Devour the God of Filth

Chapter 136: Chapter 99: Devour the God of Filth

When the white light fell, the Black Priest was left with nothing but a mutilated corpse.

It fell from midair and splattered with a slap.

A large hole was torn in the dark curtain, through which one could see that the white light had left a very deep mark in the black fog above the Royal City.

The mark quickly disappeared, and the hole in the dark curtain repaired itself, but there were more cracks overall, and it probably wouldn’t hold much longer.

The phantom completely vanished, the whistle turned gray—it seemed its energy had been exhausted, and it needed to be sent to Dean Theodore for repair.

But Rod had still not obtained the Black Priest’s soul.

He furrowed his brow and cautiously walked over.

Only when he saw the extremely weak soul of the Black Priest in a pool of blood and flesh behind a broken wall, did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

If this guy wasn’t dead yet, that would have been bad.

"Save, save me..."

Most of the Black Priest’s body was blurred, only a head remaining relatively intact, and it was still capable of speech.

Rod felt both disgusted and somewhat horrified.

Just to be safe, he pulled out his Spirit Gun, charged it to the last level, and pointed it at her head.

The Eye of the Soul operated at full power, ready to blow her away with one shot if anything was amiss.

Capsize in the gutter was absolutely not allowed.

"Why would I save you?" Rod said coldly.

The head desperately tried to smile pleasingly, but she was no longer that strikingly attractive. Her mouth was wide and thick, her nose flattened, her eyes ugly and rotten, her face rough and fat, her skin a dull brown, resembling a lump of excrement, covered with lumps and a mixture of blood and ash.

This smile appeared downright demonic.

"I, I can submit to you, become your slave... You can do whatever you want..."

She tried her best to make her voice and words enticing.

But let’s face it, even if she retained her original appearance, Rod wouldn’t be tempted.

Please, I have seen beauties, and with the blessings of the four great evil arts, even pigs are prettier than goddesses.

Your porn may be expertly crafted, but that doesn’t mean it can surpass the many masters from the island nation.

Rod sneered and said, "I remember you once promised to eat shit and drink urine in the toilet, promise to fulfill that and I’ll save you."

Rod was originally just trying to mock her, but the head actually smiled and quickly replied, "Good, good, I promise, master, please feel free to..."

"Shut up!"

Rod felt his values severely challenged. What the hell is with these Doomsday believers?

But the Black Priest thought he was just asserting his authority as a master and urgently said, "Master, master, I can’t hold on much longer, please, quickly give me a piece of Soul Red Crystal, I just need one piece to survive."

Of course, Rod had the Soul Red Crystal, as the Defense Department’s head Gars had almost handed over all of their inventory to him.

But Rod didn’t intend to give it to her.

Only an idiot would do such a stupid thing. He planned to extract some information and then hand this person over to Lauren.

Capturing a Black Priest from the Doomsday Sect—if that couldn’t clear his name, Rod could only conclude that there was something seriously wrong with everyone in the Internal Affairs Court.

With that in mind, Rod smiled and said, "Don’t rush, answer a few questions first, show your sincerity, and if you haven’t lied to me, I’ll give you the Soul Red Crystal."

He took out a Soul Red Crystal, held it in his hand, and deliberately displayed it to her.

The Black Priest’s eyes suddenly shone with light, and she hurriedly said, "You, you ask quickly."

Rod decided to start with something simple.

"Are you from the Starfire Series or the Spirit Fire Series? What is your Characteristic Ability?"

The Black Priest sounded slightly confused, "Master, master, how could I be a Fire Holder? If I could ignite my soul, why would I fall into the Doomsday Cult?"

Rod frowned.

"You’re not a Fire Holder? Then where does your Spiritual Energy come from, along with that shit-like ability?"

The Black Priest hastily said, "Master, Trolian’s worthless pigs have covered up a lot of information. It’s normal for you not to know. Besides the two series of Fire Holders, we have other ways to gain power. I am from the Spirit Bearer series, a Black Inheritor who devoured a Pollution trait—my Characteristic is pollution."

This was entirely new information. Rod had only ever heard the term "Spirit Bearer" from the Dean, and nowhere else had he come across such information.

"Go on."

The Black Priest’s face appeared bitter, but she quickly continued, "There are two types of Spirit Bearers, both without power of their own, those who gain power by resonating with a Soul Trait are called White Spirit Inheritors, and those who gain power by devouring a Soul Trait are called Black Inheritors."

"What is a Soul Trait?"

"It’s a Condensed Matter formed from aggregating Soul Characteristics, containing power and nature parts."

Rod frowned, having a very bad feeling.

"Where did this thing come from?"

The Black Priest naturally replied, "Of course, it was extracted and refined from the souls of the strong. Our technology is not mature enough; we can only use the souls of the living or the recently deceased to potentially refine it into a Soul Trait."

"However, we also have a very slim chance of directly obtaining a Soul Trait. My Pollution Trait was accidentally acquired in the dark depths. It is incredibly strong, its domain of laws is broad, and its position is high, considered close to the Primordial Law."

A chill crept up Rod’s spine, and he somewhat did not wish to delve any further, but his irrepressible curiosity compelled him to ask.

"What is a Primordial Law?"

The Black Priest hesitated a bit, "It is, it is... the strongest, most fundamental, and most complete law."

"What is a law?"

"It is the characteristic of the soul. We have various characteristics because they originate from the rules of the world itself."

"Oh." Rod came to understand, "So your law is excrement?"

The Black Priest’s face almost cracked in anger.

"It’s Pollution! I can manipulate minds, corrupt flesh and spirit, and I also have some control over flesh, enabling me to alter bodies and possess powerful life force. I also deal with certain elements of filth and darkness, enabling me to control pollution and some dark powers."

"Master!"

She began to wail.

"Believe me, I will definitely be a top-quality toy. I can transform into any form you desire, withstand any intense whipping you bestow, and I will not break. Save me quick... If they break the barrier, you will lose me."

Rod curiously asked, "What is this barrier?"

The Black Priest’s face almost twisted in despair, but this was her only hope of survival, as entering the Internal Affairs Court meant certain and excruciatingly painful death. She could only reply: "It is a taboo item made using the characteristic abilities of Soul Worms. The law is severance."

"Soul Worms... are they monsters? Can you extract traits from monsters?"

"This item was made in ancient times; we are not capable of doing that."

Rod’s eyes flickered, and he asked again, "What are the Savior Project and the Eclipse Project?"

At this point, the Black Priest had no way out. Under Lauren’s fierce attack, the barrier was almost at its breaking point, and she could only quickly answer:

"We obtained the Book of Destiny Death from Sagus Ancient City. By interpreting the prophecies in the book, we search for a very powerful weapon whose fragments lie between the gaps of the Spirit Realm and the Material World. If we obtain this weapon, we can save everyone."

"The Eclipse Project is about using polluted materials to make Fuel Element, aiming to achieve Pollution Fire. By offering the polluted fire to the dark king, we can gain his protection, which prevents the Black Fog and the monsters within it from attacking us."

"These two projects run concurrently; achieving just one is sufficient."

So it is.

Many long-standing doubts had been resolved, Rod nodded in satisfaction and asked, "The last question, who executed the Redstone Village migration case? Where is the murderer?"

As soon as he spoke, Rod noticed the Black Priest giving him an extremely strange look.

"Master, Master." she asked cautiously, "What do you mean? The Redstone Village migration case was done by Polluter Sena and you led the team, didn’t you? Didn’t you kill Sena and successfully monopolize the power of the ritual? Your wisdom, strategy, and ruthlessness are admirable. I willingly submit under your command; with my help, you will eventually rule this kingdom and become the supreme king of Trolian!"

Like a bolt from the blue, Rod was completely stunned.

What does this mean?

I am the murderer?

That’s impossible, I had a perfect deduction, proving I was not the murderer.

Is she deceiving me?

But, what sense does that make?

If she wants revenge on me, why tell me? If she just reported me to the Internal Affairs Court, it would be done. If she wants to tie me to her chariot, then she should not mention this fact.

Otherwise, I would just kill her right now, and the secret would be preserved.

Rod’s mind was in utter chaos. Two perfect logical chains, like an absolute spear and shield, collided, shattering his rationality.

The Black Priest was even more desperate, screaming, "Master, quick, give me the Soul Red Crystal. I can transform into flesh and hide within you! The screen is going to break, it’s almost too late!"

Rod did not pay attention to her words. His eyes reddened, he asked, "Am I really the murderer? Is this Dream Realm the power you gained from the ritual?"

The Black Priest urgently said, "What Dream Realm? Isn’t the ritual about devouring the power of the pollution god of feces? You stayed in the sewer so long, eating so much feces, becoming so strong; did you think we didn’t know? If you don’t wish to share the power-laden feces with me, then that’s fine, I just want to live..."

At that moment, the entire barrier shattered with a loud noise. Lauren burst in, her body overflowing with Spiritual Energy, and immediately saw Rod pointing the gun at the Black Priest’s head.

He instantly remembered the last experience in the warehouse and shouted, "Don’t kill her!"

Bang!

The last bit of Spiritual Energy was instantly channeled into the Spirit Gun, and a Sealing Spirit Bullet fired out, striking the Black Priest’s remaining head.

Her exceedingly fragile soul could not withstand such a powerful impact, instantly scattered to pieces, her head exploding all over the place.

In a moment of panic, Rod could do nothing but blast her head off with a shot.

A strand of peculiar black thread entered his chest.

[The soul of Balistan Sermy]

[With the Primordial Law of Pollution]