The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 209 - 152 The Great Detective Rod

Chapter 209: Chapter 152 The Great Detective Rod

Green Grass Town was attacked more than two days ago, and the moment Rod knew the time, he didn’t care about anything else.

The Book of the Past would reveal all, so what was the use of hearing so many details?

Rod had used this book several times before and, after obtaining it, had practiced many more times.

Beyond his own bedroom, he had gone to many places in the base, confirming that there were no taboos; every image could be seen, with no blind spots, no secrets.

After flipping through thirty-one pages, the scene from thirty-one clock hours ago appeared in his mind.

In the peaceful Green Grass Town under the bright glow of flames, the townsfolk were working in a large grassy area, applying fertilizer, pulling out bad weeds, and trimming flower branches.

The guards stood on the roofs of stone houses, vigilantly surveying the outskirts.

Suddenly, a guard blew a whistle and shouted, "Attack! First Level battle readiness! Non-combatants evacuate immediately!"

The townspeople quickly but orderly ran towards the inner part.

Meanwhile, from the Black Fog two hundred yards away, a giant half-skeletal dog head poked through.

Flames ignited on its head instantly, but it was undeterred and pushed its decaying back half through as well.

It was a mutated monster, reeking of decay all over, and only small flames flickered on its body.

Next, Rod witnessed a one-sided battle.

The giant dog effortlessly knocked down the guards, broke through the stone houses, and destroyed a vast area of green grassland.

When the fire grew larger, it returned to the Black Fog.

The guards who arrived as support lunged at nothing.

The footage ended there; there was no need to see more.

Rod opened his eyes and said, "A giant dog, its head as big as half a house, its body as big as a carriage, highly decayed flesh visible bones, massive eyeballs, very fast, likes to ram with its head, that’s how several guards were hit and seriously injured."

Iron Wolf sneered.

"What nonsense are you spouting? It’s like you saw it with your own eyes."

But Sweet Tea, who was inspecting the ground marks, said, "Iron Wolf... it seems real."

Iron Wolf coldly said, "If that’s true, I’ll eat shit right here."

Rod was stunned, "Don’t! That’s too disgusting, why do you all like to eat that stuff?"

Iron Wolf angrily said, "You just keep smirking..."

At that moment, Big Tiger suddenly called out, "Look! The traces of the stone house being destroyed, it looks like it was punched through by a hammer from the front. I was wondering what kind of monster would have a hammer-like weapon."

Iron Wolf was silent for a few seconds.

"That’s just a coincidence..."

"No, no, it looks exactly like the marks on the ground, too."

Iron Wolf leaned in to take a closer look and said angrily, "Those are clearly the marks left by a two-legged monster!"

Rod explained, "The giant dog has strong hind legs and atrophied forelimbs. It mainly uses its hind legs for movement."

Iron Wolf choked, and with that explanation, he also noticed this detail in the subtle traces.

But eating shit was out of the question.

He quickly found a new reason.

"How do you explain the scorched marks? Guardian Fire isn’t natural fire, it can’t burn the ground."

Before Rod could respond, Big Tiger spoke up, "According to him, this should be a mutated beast, possibly in its complete form. This is the trace of its decaying matter falling to the ground and being burned up by the fire, not scorched marks."

Iron Wolf’s face turned red in an instant.

Based on hunter knowledge, that’s a reasonable explanation. He couldn’t think of another, more plausible explanation at that moment.

Sweet Tea kindly raised a new question, "Why would the mutated beast attack here? And why would it flee?"

Big Tiger’s honest face immediately grew serious.

"This might be because it has reached the complete form, attempting to find a safe place to hibernate for its next evolution."

Iron Wolf quickly took up the conversation, "Then, there won’t just be one monster."

"Exactly, it could be a group of monsters."

Big Tiger’s theoretical knowledge seemed very solid, urgency lacing his tone.

"We need to eliminate it quickly; otherwise, once it enters hibernation, this place will become a Black Cave, and mutated beasts will continuously be born."

Iron Wolf said gravely, "Don’t rush, we still don’t know the direction..."

"This way."

Rod pointed to the northeast.

"The monster ran this way."

Iron Wolf angrily said, "I know that, but can you be sure to identify the direction once we enter the Black Fog?"

"Sure can."

"And how can you be sure?"

"It’s thanks to my sharp eyes, superior intelligence, and strong deductive reasoning abilities..."

If it were before, Iron Wolf would have scolded such a person until his mother wouldn’t recognize him.

Identifying directions inside the Black Fog was extremely difficult; if it weren’t for the genius invention of the "Star Disk," no one would dare undertake long journeys in the Black Fog, let alone track monster traces within it.

But now, this person had just demonstrated remarkable abilities, and he still owed him a pile of shit he hadn’t eaten.

Iron Wolf hesitated for a moment, then recalled his thirty-four sewer missions, deciding to temporarily trust him.

"Alright, you lead the way, prepare to move out."

Iron Wolf quickly briefed the Mayor on the backup matters and then led the three into the Black Fog.

"I’m in the lead, responsible for frontal combat with the monsters. Big Tiger, you’re the vanguard, ready to attack when the opportunity arises. Sweet Tea, you take the middle to control the field, mainly to protect the rear. Dawn Blade, you’re in the rear for scouting."

Rod nodded slightly.

He now fully understood the meanings and responsibilities of tactical positions.

Along the way, Rod perfectly fulfilled the duties of his position. His high Spiritual Vision allowed him to see everything in the Black Fog, and the Book of the Past enabled him to precisely track the monster’s trail.

The journey was relatively safe, encountering only some dust particles; they didn’t encounter any other monsters.

But the more Iron Wolf watched, the more incredible it seemed to him.

He was completely unable to understand how this person identified the traces, even though he stopped every few dozen steps to examine the ground before confirming the new direction.

But looking left and right, where were there any traces on the ground?

Iron Wolf concentrated all his thirty years of experience and almost popped his eyeballs out, but still found no trace on the barren ground without any distinguishing features.

However, from the momentum of the Dawn Blade, he seemed very certain of his direction.

Generally speaking, aside from novices fresh off the boat, it is rare for someone to have blind confidence, which is a rare quality.

And the person who created the miracle in the sewers couldn’t possibly be a novice.

So, there was only one possibility left.

He had truly seen the traces left by the monster.

But why?

Iron Wolf racked his brains but couldn’t understand, unable to help but ask, "How did you see it?"

"With my eyes," he replied.

Sweet Tea burst out laughing, "You really are funny."

The Big Cat also laughed, "So this is a High Rank Spiritual Visionary? The world in their eyes is different from ours."

Iron Wolf shut his mouth, deciding to stop talking for a while.

About a clock hour later, they arrived in front of a hillock.

Rod said, "It’s right ahead."

Iron Wolf nodded, he had already seen it too, the Black Fog had signs of gathering in this area, indicating a relatively strong presence.

If left unchecked, more and stronger monsters would be born inside.

If this continued for a long time, its host body would evolve into a higher ranked monster, turning this place into a lair of monsters.

This guy really had special reconnaissance skills.

"I’ll lead the charge,"

Iron Wolf said.

"Big Cat, seize the opportunity to act. The last serious injury cost you all your savings, so be careful this time."

"Sweet Tea, you mainly protect the rear and scout, your Spiritual Energy recovers too slowly."

"Dawn Blade, don’t intervene in our fight easily. I’ve watched all the way, your basic combat ability is too low, just like a recent graduate novice, you definitely haven’t trained normally. It would be bad if I couldn’t hold the monster off and it charged at you."

Sweet Tea asked anxiously, "Iron Wolf, can you handle it by yourself?"

Iron Wolf laughed, "Don’t forget my characteristic, the man with greening, I won’t die, and besides, I have already ’Fireworked’ six times."

The two exclaimed, "Really?"

"Of course!"

Iron Wolf chuckled, his body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulging like balloons.

In a few seconds, he had transformed into a green giant at least ten yards tall.

And his clothes, clearly specially made, did not burst, but instead formed a thin membrane covering his body.

Rod looked at the green giant in front of him, astonished. It was his second time seeing such a transformation, and it was still shocking to him.

"I’m going in."

The voice of Iron Wolf deepened, rumbling like thunder.

He turned around, his figure paused, then he shot into the hillock like a green bolt of lightning.

Rod fixed his gaze on his back, under the Eye of the Soul’s viewpoint, his soul had swollen as well, and in the far-off hills, he had already seen some signs of monster activity.

"Let’s follow."

Big Cat said in a deep voice, moving swiftly after Iron Wolf.

Then came Sweet Tea.

Rod was at the rear, his vision the widest, most prone to spot dangers.

Although Iron Wolf’s Spiritual Vision was far inferior to his, he was an experienced and cautious old Hunter, not recklessly charging into the monster’s den, but first drawing a monster out.

Monsters typically acted on instinct; if one grasped the method, they became much easier to handle.

It was a smaller Mutated Beast, its surface flesh relatively intact, bones not visible, and its eyes not so strange.

From the waveform of its soul, it should not be very strong.

In Rod’s vision, the text about the monster once again appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

Mutated Beast

Type: Monster.

Threat: Medium.

Soul Trait: Corruption.

Risk: Strong biting force.

Rod had begun to understand this phenomenon a bit, it seemed like information recorded in the Dream Realm. If information was missing, it showed only a part or not at all.

In my threat level it’s medium, for them it must be even lower,

Rod thought.

As expected, after Iron Wolf drew it out, he gave it a thorough beating. His speed, strength, skill, and size were far superior to the Mutated Beast. Under his heavy punches, its Spiritual Energy circulation became increasingly hindered and its soul weakened.

Big Cat hid to the side, watching for an opportunity, and suddenly rushed forward, pulling out two Steel Claws from behind, and swung fiercely at the Mutated Beast. Several invisible, transparent waves flipped it onto the ground, leaving several bone-deep marks on its body.

Sweet Tea also raised her hand, powerful Spiritual Energy gathering in her hands, the air resounding with a strong humming. A semi-transparent spear appeared in her hands, her seemingly frail body suddenly displaying steel-like muscles. She pulled back her arms, threw the spear in a perfect posture, and the tremendous force even stirred up a gale.

The air spear hit the Mutated Beast squarely, blowing its skull away.

It howled in agony and then crashed to the ground, a huge void appearing in its soul.

"Alright, don’t waste Spiritual Energy,"

Iron Wolf shouted.

"Let me do it."

He raised his massive green fist, and just as he was about to smash it down, a figure suddenly dashed over, inserting a glowing right hand, then violently pulling it out.

Accompanied by a dull thud as if from the Void, Iron Wolf clearly saw its soul coming apart, as if that strike had torn its soul thread.

The Mutated Beast’s soul quickly dissipated in the air, like a drop of ink falling into water.

And in the invisible perspective to him, a black line entered Rod’s body.

[Mutated Beast’s Soul]

[Soul Without Spirit +24]

Rod grimaced.

Not too great.

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