The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 240 - 173: Dream Fragment_2

Chapter 240: Chapter 173: Dream Fragment_2

At that moment, he already possessed a certain level of conventional combat power and could, without resorting to unconventional means, defeat high-rank Mature Level monsters in one-on-one combat.

But anything stronger wouldn’t do; he would have to use his limited and immensely consuming unconventional methods.

Since he had the Eye of the Soul, Rod could generally gauge the strength of a monster and would skirt around those that were difficult to deal with.

However, it was unpredictable when a corpse would turn into a monster.

Sometimes, though there were no visible threats, a corpse would suddenly jump up as he passed by.

If it were a weaker Living Corpse, it would be manageable, but particularly strong Living Corpses were troublesome.

Especially those that had been powerful combatants before their deaths. They retained some of their prior combat skills, and even if they were fighting on instinct alone, they were very tricky to handle.

There were also some Living Corpses that even possessed the Characteristic Abilities they had in life, likely having been corrupted before their souls dissipated.

Such Living Corpses were the most troublesome and the strongest.

Those corpses that were thoroughly dead transformed into new Monster Souls after being eroded, and these Living Corpses’ behaviors were closer to those of monsters. Other than more frenzied attacks, they generally weren’t as threatening.

Most of the Living Corpses Rod had encountered so far were of this kind, but as he ventured further, the number of powerful Living Corpses increased.

After he encountered a Living Corpse Knight wearing full armor, Rod knew he probably couldn’t get past it.

This Living Corpse Knight was extremely strong, far surpassing him in combat skills, and it wasn’t scared of the Spirit Gun or the Thunder Stone. Wielding a long sword, its blade moved as swiftly as a bird in flight, nearly gutting him open on several occasions.

Luckily, Rod had rigorously practiced evasion, sprinting, and escaping techniques. By using the terrain, he managed to shake it off after several sharp turns; otherwise, he would have been in trouble.

But now, the situation was still problematic. Rod was forced to hide deep within a crevice to evade the aimlessly wandering Living Corpse Knight.

Its perception was extremely sharp, easily detecting any movement from afar.

What should he do?

Should he resort to an unconventional method to eliminate it?

Rod could do that, but the Living Corpse Knight certainly didn’t have a special soul. Judging by its Spirituality, it wouldn’t even qualify as a strong soul.

The gains were low, the expenditure was high; it was entirely a losing deal.

As he was at a loss, Rod suddenly felt his foot stepping on something hard, not soft like the mud he had been treading on.

Looking down, he saw a gray stele. Brushing off the mud on the stele, he read:

The tomb of Duke Jason Melister.

The initiator of the Dusk War, creator of the Haelibe Massacre, and signer of the Dead’s Unrest, born in 2491 and died in 2344.

He never did any good deeds—yet deep in his soul,

he was truly a good man.

Do not unearth his coffin,

or you shall be cursed by War God Pavis.

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Rod furrowed his eyebrows.

What’s with these birth and death dates?

The stele was written in a very obscure ancient language, and if he didn’t possess extraordinary linguistic skills, he would never have been able to decipher the text on this stele. So it surely wasn’t using the Tesrivian Calendar currently used in the Royal City.

That was understandable, but why would the dates be reversed?

What concerned him the most, though, was this War God Pavis.

If he remembered correctly, the Royal City had always declared that no gods existed; there were only powerful or even more powerful monsters.

All gods were fabrications, entirely nonexistent and just ignorant beliefs toward things that were misunderstood.

Although Rod held reservations about this, he indeed never saw any worship of any god within the Royal City, hearing of their existence only from the lips of Doomsday believers.

Since the Doomsday believers have a fondness for excrement, along with some god of excrement, these entities had also become somewhat trivial in Rod’s mind.

But here, he openly came across the words "War God Pavis."

Did that mean that before the Epoch of Royal City, the belief in these gods existed?

But the key was, were these gods some sort of fictitious entities, some powerful creatures, or were they truly authoritative "gods"?

When Rod turned over the tombstone, he leaned towards the first and second interpretations.

The tombstone had been dug out, with part of it broken off below.

Clearly, the sarcophagus of Duke Jason Melister had long been excavated.

The curse of War God Pavis seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

Rod moved the tombstone and quickly found similar stone blocks beneath it.

He swiftly dug through the soil, only to find another tombstone.

Grave of Count Lester Roys.

The tombstone was severely damaged, with the text below incomplete, and Rod could only barely make out a few sentences:

"...the cradle, humanity’s...Doomsday..."

"...we must continuously strive to expand the time and space for our survival..."

Rod discarded the tombstone and continued to dig deeper, soon discovering more tombstones, most of which were very ancient, carrying a style that did not fit in with this era.

This place seemed to have been a graveyard or a mass burial site long ago.

But as the ages passed, it was buried underground until he stumbled upon it by chance.

Suddenly, a thought arose in Rod’s mind—since the owners of these graves appeared to be of no low status, perhaps he could find some valuable burial objects?

As soon as this thought emerged, it firmly took root in his mind.

Rod rapidly dug down along the crevice, his Spiritual Energy focused on his fingertips, allowing him to easily dig through the soil and debris.

Soon, Rod unearthed more tombstones and many shattered bones.

To be cautious, Rod crushed them all into fragments, using a method that grinds bone and disperses ash to help them avoid the darkness’s corruption and find true rest.

Rod dug deeper and deeper, and soon made a large hole beneath the fissure.

However, aside from bodies, broken coffins, and a few items that had already lost their Spirituality, he found nothing of value.

He dug for a long time, disbelieving, but still came up empty-handed.

"Could it have already been looted by grave robbers?"

Rod felt very disappointed and was about to leave when suddenly his heart skipped a beat—a strong palpitation hit him, as if something beneath the ground was drawing him in!

This was a Dream Fragment!

Rod realized this instantly.

A Dream Fragment beneath the ground?

Rod rapidly dug downwards, following the direction sensed in his intuition, and after digging over two hundred yards, he discovered a burial chamber.

The doors of the burial chamber had long been destroyed, and it was completely empty inside, even the bones inside the stone coffins had been scattered.

But Rod didn’t care, he walked past the neatly aligned rows of stone coffins and came before a skull candle holder.

It was a half-broken skull, the candle holder on top had been removed, leaving only thick layers of white wax.

The strong sense of attraction was coming from this skull.

Rod reached out his hand and gently touched it.

The next moment, countless scorching things stabbed into his Soul.

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