The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 167 - 123 Attack

Chapter 167: Chapter 123 Attack

But contrary to expectations, the Monster Tide in the afternoon had actually decreased.

Rod had calculated that from Noon to dusk, in four clock hours, only a few dozen monsters had appeared, and were instantly annihilated. He hadn’t even needed to lift a finger.

In the evening, there were slightly more, but still not too many, and Rod, unable to stay awake, decided to return to his room to sleep—within the entire Sword Pass, he was the only one who was free to move about.

On the way back, whether he met combatants or logistics personnel, everyone was in high spirits, most of them believed that just a little more effort would see the end of the dark tide.

According to Trolian tradition, once a disaster ended, there usually followed a long period of good days.

They discussed cheerfully how to spend their vacation and warmly invited Rod to join them.

Passing the duty room, Rod saw members of the support and emergency team lying there, sleeping soundly.

In the room next door, two guys were clapping for love—and they hadn’t even bothered to close the door.

"Tch, such poor technique."

After watching for a few seconds, Rod decisively left; the Soul in the Dream Realm was waiting for his sacrifice.

Halfway there, he ran into Anna.

This fourth-year senior wasn’t very pretty but was the kind that was durable. She had a very pretty fringe, a slightly round face, and long, slanted eyes that gave off a very proud air.

She stopped Rod and asked, "What are my measurements?"

Rod responded offhandedly, "70, 59, 80."

Before he could finish, Anna bit back angrily, "Oh really, you’re such a big pervert, those are woman’s body measurements, right? You men really only look at the body, you know nothing about substance, so shallow! Stupid! Childish! Ridiculous! As soon as we return to the Royal City, I’m reporting you to the Disciplinary Committee! Why are Mina’s measurements so much higher than mine?"

Big sister, really?

Mina is tall and has a perfect figure. Not only are you quite flat, but also much shorter, naturally there will be a great difference in measurements—people aren’t aliens, how can you just grow randomly?

But of course, the truth could not be spoken; Rod immediately switched his way of thinking, coughed, and changed to the softest, warmest gent’s voice:

"Silly girl, if I didn’t downplay you a bit, what would happen if someone snatched you away?"

Anna’s cheeks visibly reddened, and goosebumps ran from her neck all the way up to her forehead.

"Smooth talker! Liar! All men are liars!"

She shouted loudly and suddenly turned and ran.

Anna’s joy+21

Humanity+2

Rod sighed.

Well, got forced into boosting my Humanity a bit.

Hopefully, she doesn’t really go and report me; I don’t want to be investigated anymore.

——

On his way back, Rod encountered even more interesting things.

At the turn of a spiral staircase, he saw Karamon stealthily confessing to a beautiful logistics lady, but alas, she rejected him because she didn’t like thin men, saying they lacked a sense of security.

And when Rod met him, Karamon claimed he had rejected a beauty and warned Rod not to be arrogant, that it wasn’t a big deal.

Rod hadn’t even had a chance to speak before the guy walked off grandly.

However, when Rod went to the kitchen to grab some food, he ran into that beautiful logistics personnel again.

She directly asked if Rod could be her boyfriend.

Rod exclaimed in surprise, "But I’m very thin."

The logistics personnel blushed slightly and whispered, "I like thin ones, too much muscle is just gross."

Rod had no choice but to refuse, citing his young age as the reason.

Afterward, he encountered several similar events.

Men and women were all brimming with enthusiasm; the atmosphere in the fortress was like spring after winter, a sense of blooming flowers.

Only Rod felt somewhat disappointed.

It couldn’t really be over, could it? My Justice Execution had just advanced a position!

Oh well, the harvest this trip was enough; I’ll wait for the next opportunity.

Maybe tomorrow I could go play with big sis Mina? After her long effort, it would be quite reasonable for me to help her relax with a massage, right?

With such expectations, Rod drifted into sweet sleep.

But that night, he was awakened by the urgent ringing of bells in the fortress.

This was the first time Rod had heard the fortress’s bells, harsh, brief, frantic, as if someone was banging a gong right next to his ear.

His sleepiness vanished in an instant. Rod leapt up, instantly put on his coat, and rushed out of his room.

The fortress was blazing with unprecedented brightness, a massive voice echoed through the air:

"First Level combat readiness! Non-combatants must evacuate immediately!"

"Repeat! First Level combat readiness! Non-combatants must evacuate immediately!"

Footsteps hurried everywhere, logistics personnel were collectively running toward the sanctuary inside the fortress, while large groups of combatants were rushing from the upper levels to the lower ones.

Rod grabbed a warrior from Sword Pass and asked, "What’s happening?"

The warrior replied anxiously, "The Spiritual Power Generator has been heavily attacked by Evil Spirits! Miss Mina is in danger!"

Rod was shocked, "Where did these Evil Spirits come from? Weren’t the Evil Spirits from Corpse Wasteland supposed to be eradicated?"

"I don’t know! We must hurry to save Miss Mina!"

Rod did not ask further, immediately activated the Eye of the Soul, and sprinted after the warrior, quickly swapping the True Silver Bullets in his Spirit Gun for Sealing Spirit Bullets.

But before they could descend the stairs, the warrior suddenly screamed, both legs chopped off at once. His body was flung far away, blood spurted wildly.

Rod’s scalp exploded with shock as he immediately shifted his gaze to the ground below.