The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 249 - 178: The Beginning of the Legend_2

Chapter 249: Chapter 178: The Beginning of the Legend_2

I don’t know how long it had been, but they finally stopped, and before Rod could even catch his breath, he immediately felt a dense discomfort, as a strong scent of corrosion hit him in the face, cutting through his entire body.

The black fog was so thick that it flowed slowly around him like tar.

In such darkness, an incredibly huge giant snake coiled at the bottom of the Abyss. Its massive body was at least dozens of times larger than a giant undead, with each deep green scale comparable to a giant square.

A giant sword, seemingly made of countless deformed tumors, lay beneath the snake.

In Rod’s eyes, its soul was like a nebula in the universe—vast and hazy, the shaking waveform completely indiscernible.

Suddenly, an intense burning sensation came from his eyes, and Rod immediately closed them, but the intense pain still deeply pierced his mind.

Rod knew that the gap in spiritual energy between him and the giant snake was too great, and the ultra-high spiritual vision instead brought immense harm.

And early on, when he acquired the "Eye of the Soul," there was a warning on the eyes of the Soul Altar:

[Do not directly observe beings with a significant difference in spiritual energy level from oneself]

So far, this was the second time Rod had encountered such a situation. He immediately realized an ominous situation—if he couldn’t use the Eye of the Soul, how could he spot its soul’s flaw?

What to do?

Before Rod could speak, a typhoon-like explosion of spiritual energy burst beside him, an infinite light pierced through the dark, and an irresistible force dragged him to a safe distance.

The battle between Trolian’s strongest Spell Master and the Abyss Giant Snake began right in front of his eyes.

Rod could only turn off the Eye of the Soul, but ordinary vision could not see the details of the fight. The collision of massive spiritual energies emitted light that covered everything; besides endless light and dark, he saw nothing else.

Wave after wave of strong tremors came his way, as if heaven and earth were about to collapse.

Clamping his teeth, Rod forcibly moved closer to the main battle area.

He planned to activate the Eye of the Soul, at all costs, charging forward at some point in the battle—even if it killed him, it would all be worth it, as long as he could take out that giant snake.

As the battle progressed, the sun-like white light firmly suppressed the darkness, light had already gained a dominant authority in this piece of the Abyss, with darkness occupying only a tiny corner and cracks.

Truly worthy of the Dean!

It seemed there really was a chance!

Just as Rod was about to seize the opportunity and charge forward, suddenly, the sky darkened as though clouds had drifted over.

Quickly looking up, Rod saw a black spot in the center of the sun, which rapidly expanded. The light disintegrated and scattered, with darkness sweeping over at an unprecedented speed.

In the blink of an eye, the sun in the sky extinguished, and the Abyss was again plunged into darkness.

What happened?

A chill ran down Rod’s spine, and he immediately activated the Eye of the Soul, but the tall figure of Theodore had already appeared beside him.

At that moment, the Dean’s entire body was shrouded in black air, his soul darkening bit by bit. His azure eyes no longer filled with wisdom, but brimmed with malevolent shadows—the only thing gentle was his voice.

"I’m very sorry,"

he said softly.

"I was just a bit short, and my spiritual energy lost control."

Lost control? Had the corruption curse in his soul acted up?

Rod urgently said, "Then let’s retreat now, back to the Royal City to heal your injuries."

Theodore didn’t respond but grasped Rod’s hand.

A massive whooshing sound came from above; flesh and blood forged the Giant Sword as it smashed down toward them.

But the next moment, the world turned upside down, and the Spell Masters renowned spell, "Group Teleportation," had already been cast.

In an instant, Rod found they had arrived above a wilderness, with light black fog flowing around.

In the distance, there was a bright light of fire.

Joy in his heart, Rod shouted, "Dean, there are reinforcements over there! Let’s hurry over, we may not have won this time, but there will be another time. Once you’ve recovered, we will organize forces together and go kill that giant snake."

But there was no response beside him; turning his head, Rod saw the Dean had already collapsed on the ground, his azure eyes now completely black with faint black air flowing over his body as black fog slowly gathered towards him.

He whispered softly, "Kill me, Rod."

What?

Rod almost doubted what he had heard and said urgently, "Dean, our people are up ahead! You said that once we return to the Royal city, you would get better!"

"I’m sorry."

He smiled gently once more.

"I lied to you. The corruption of darkness is irreversible. Anyone who has touched darkness will eventually go mad and turn dark; it’s just a matter of time. But don’t worry, as long as you reduce your contact with darkness and cleanse the corruption from your soul, the day of turning will be far beyond your lifetime."

Rod had never considered this issue and said anxiously, "Can’t you extend it any longer?"

The Dean said softly, "I have lived long enough. Darkness has already penetrated the core layer of my soul. My death is inevitable. The corrosion of the Abyss Giant Snake has just accelerated this. I intended to kill the snake before I was completely corrupted, but unfortunately, I couldn’t do it. The continued use of cursed teleportation magic also accelerated the loss of control over my Spiritual Energy."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"Rod, you should be able to gain strength from killing. Your Dark Devourer is a unique Fire Spark of the soul. Make good use of it. I have ordered the Mechanical Research Institute to knock out this translation, and it cannot be altered for a hundred years; you don’t have to worry about being feared by the Royal City."

What? So, you knew I was the Dark Devourer? Black Tub was the translation you fixed?

No wonder it couldn’t be changed.

More dark aura spread from the Dean, blurring his features as the nearby black fog quickly gathered towards him.

Rod clearly saw that his soul was rapidly decaying.

Theodore’s voice had become faint and carried a sense of chaos and tearing as if it were coming from the Void: "Rod, I am a Special Level Combatant, having held the position of Fire Son for twenty years, and I have consumed the only portion of the Undying Spring. In today’s Royal City, aside from the King and Alan, no one has a stronger soul than mine. Kill me, and your growth will be faster."

Rod’s mind was in disarray. Although he hadn’t known Theodore for long, he had come to view him as the most respectable mentor.

The sudden need to kill him was truly hard to accept.

But reason told him that killing him now was the best choice. Such a powerful Spell Master, if he turned into a monster, what level of disaster would that be?

Rod raised his hand, instinctively activating "Soul Blast", and the crescent moon on the back of his hand quickly filled with Spiritual Energy.

A void appeared on Theodore’s soul of its own accord.

But he hesitated, continually pouring Spiritual Energy into the crescent moon as if it were a bottomless pit.

Theodore said softly, "Kill me, Rod. I don’t want to become a monster."

Thud.

His right hand instantly plunged into the chest of the once most powerful Spell Master of humans, grasping the fragile threads of his soul and easily destroying them.

[Theodore Clement’s Soul]

Soul Without Spirit +10000

Soul Without Spirit: 103222

Countless specks of black dust emitted from his body, Theodore’s smile became clear, then gradually transparent, and finally disappeared.

Although his manner of death had nearly been that of a monster, he was still human in the end.

Monsters never smile.

The Dean’s magic robe fell to the ground, the long magic wand lying upon it. The Dean, once called "Old Undying," had finally died.

Rod felt indescribable, empty inside, as if he had become estranged from himself.

To bring back the familiar feeling, he twisted his hand, intending to light the fifth star.

However, what Rod never expected was that when he stepped into the Dream Realm, he would meet an unexpected person.

The Dean, Theodore.

His spirit was floating down from the Soul Altar, curiously looking around, muttering to himself.

"No wonder, no wonder it is so."