The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 176 - 129 Trapped _2

Chapter 176: Chapter 129 Trapped _2

"Maybe after I’ve read all the knowledge about the Dream Realm in the Book of Knowledge, I’ll understand what they are,"

Rod thought to himself.

He glanced at the words on top of the Obelisk, which had now become:

Soul Strength: 1240

Soul Star: 4

Humanity: 109

Divinity: 35

Souls Without Spirit: 1122

Rod couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement. The strength of the other three stars combined was mere pocket change compared to Justice Execution.

The number of Souls Without Spirit consumed by Justice Execution was at least over a hundred thousand,

which left the other three stars far behind.

Now, this star had reached its final phase.

It required complete souls now.

As long as it got past this phase, it would reach a fully developed state and would no longer need to consume Humanity.

Rod discovered with concern that the amount of Humanity needed to stoke the fires for Justice Execution had risen to ten portions a day.

A hundred points of Humanity were only enough for one stoking.

So annoying.

But Rod soon found something even more vexing.

He was running low on supplies.

Due to frenzied use during this period, he was down to fewer than 200 True Silver Bullets, only had 20 Thunder Stones left, and 10 Sealing Spirit Bullets.

The Soul Ashes were all used up, and there were only two Wood Puppets left.

The only silver lining was that there were still plenty of materials for Sealing Spirit Bullets. Rod made another 90 Sealing Spirit Bullets, using up the last of his supplies.

He definitely needed to start using them sparingly,

Rod thought.

Why hasn’t the reinforcement squad arrived yet?

This question was on the mind of everyone in Sword Pass.

Steel Hand had sent numerous messages to Dawn Fortress, asking for information.

But the letters sank like stones into the sea, without any reply.

Nor had they received any news from Dawn Fortress, Giant Fortress, or the Royal City.

Nobody knew what was happening.

Even the supply convoys hadn’t visited the fortress for a long time, and the fortress’s own supplies were almost depleted.

The initial joy had vanished from them, everyone felt unsettled, speculating whether the pressure from the Black Tide was so great that it affected the troops’ arrival.

Only Rod was doing his best to encourage everyone, speaking hopeful words to preserve a bit of liveliness within Sword Pass.

And so, they persevered for another two days.

On the seventh day, a very serious issue arose.

They were running out of potions.

The most critical were the Spirit Tree Dew and Soul Red Crystals.

The former was one of the key ingredients Mina used for concocting Spiritual Potions, while the latter was essential for recovering Spiritual Energy.

Meditating by the fire could only fully restore them in three to four days.

And it was during this period that a large number of Horror Demons appeared.

They weren’t strong combatants, but their mental pollution was the nemesis of all warm-blooded life.

Even if one were far away, it was impossible to avoid the effects completely while remaining in Sword Pass Fortress.

Spiritual Potions were indispensable.

Just as everyone was worrying, Rod suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Mina, you really should’ve slept with me for a month," he said.

Mina’s entire face turned red.

Although she often made light-hearted comments herself, she knew they were in jest; however, coming from Rod’s mouth, they seemed all too serious.

Angry, she retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting, you little devil! At a time like this, you’re still joking around..."

Rod replied unhappily, "Would it kill you to say ’big brother is amazing’?"

Unbuttoning his cuffs, he took out a full bottle of Spirit Tree Dew in one hand and a handful of Soul Red Crystals in the other.

Placing them on the table, Rod looked at her sideways, "Do I make sense or not? Don’t you think you should sleep with me for a month?"

All of a sudden, the words that appeared before his eyes exploded.

Gratitude from countless people +3292

Humanity +329

"My God! Where did you get these?"

"You still have so much?"

"Rod, you are truly our angel!"

"I’ll sleep with you for a month!"

"I’ll sleep for two months!"

"Three months for me!"

"I’ll sleep with you forever from now on!"

Rod’s face darkened. You bunch of old and ugly, muscle-bound dudes, who asked you to sleep with me?

Steel Hand said with a beaming smile, "Go on Mina, start making the potions. I’ll take care of the red crystals."

He turned his head, his eyes burning as he stared at Rod.

"Do you have any more?" he asked.

Rod sighed, "I do."

Spirit Tree Dew and Soul Red Crystals were common resources, distributed every week and included in various rewards. Rod himself didn’t use them, so over time, he had saved up a lot.

He had intended to sell them for money, but now he had donated them instead.

Moreover, Mina ran faster than anyone and didn’t respond to the request to sleep with him for a month.

No one even called out "big brother is amazing."

"Big brother is amazing!"

Rod’s spirits lifted for a moment, but when he turned, it was that chubby kid again.

Alright then.

Let it be.

So, with the supplies Rod provided, the provision situation returned to normal.

But the crisis was far from over.

The reinforcement team was nowhere to be seen, and Steel Hand looked out from the city walls towards the direction of Dawn Fortress every day, never spotting a sign.

And the intensity of the Black Tide was increasing at an alarming rate. A single glance from Dark Leaf and Mo’er was enough to tell that the front lines had let through their main forces.

They weren’t supposed to be at this last checkpoint.

There was definitely a problem.

After discussing, everyone agreed that something must have gone wrong, and they needed to get word out about their situation.

Spirit Crow Messengers might not be able to convey the message, so it was crucial to send a messenger party.

After a tough decision, everyone agreed to send Dark Leaf and Beowood—those with the fastest speed and strongest close-combat abilities—to carry out this task.

Steel Hand wrote a detailed letter explaining the current situation at Sword Pass, then stamped it with the Sword Pass steel seal, and his own handprint, and solemnly handed it to the two men.