The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 251 - 179 Great Sunlight_2

Chapter 251: Chapter 179 Great Sunlight_2

Rod’s biggest shortcoming now was that his growth was too rapid and his foundation was not solid, his Spiritual Energy too weak. Any combatant in the Top Class had at least ten times his Spiritual Power Strength, not to mention Theodore.

If a king were forced to descend to the domain of elementary school students and battle with them, he might not necessarily beat the kids.

"This..." Rod said hesitantly, "Lord Theodore, this doesn’t seem very useful. My Spiritual Power Strength is only 4,000 marks."

Theodore said gently, "Little Rod, you can trust me, and you can trust yourself as well."

"Okay... I guess."

As Rod reluctantly agreed and was about to light up the stars, he heard Theodore say, "Go back quickly, the battle group ahead is in danger."

Rod exclaimed in surprise, "You can see outside the Dream Realm?"

Theodore smiled and said, "Little Rod, it seems you still know very little about the Dream Realm. I can certainly help you with that, but for now, we need to hurry and help our warriors."

With incredibly complex emotions, Rod returned to the Material World.

He closed his eyes, and soon, all elements from the Dream Realm appeared one by one in his mind.

Located in the center of his thinking was the four lit stars, which could be activated by a mental connection to use their active abilities, among which the Spirit Boat was very dim, indicating its ability was no longer usable.

On the right was the Soul Altar, which had three functions, "Soul Blast," "Eye of the Soul," and "Soul Seal." By focusing his attention, he could also view the souls it possessed.

To the left was the cabin, where, in addition to checking the items in storage, he could use the "Book of the Past" and the "Book of Knowledge" from the bookshelf.

At the bottom was the Obelisk, where he could view all his information by passing through it.

Beyond that was Star Square, the Evil Ghost Stone Tank, and other such structures without direct functions, which were only available to inspect.

The entire blueprint of the Dream Realm unfolded in his mind, and Rod was already fairly familiar with it.

But now, there was an unknown entity in the Dream Realm. It was a mist in the shape of a person, and when Rod focused on it, all that appeared were fragmented texts, like garbled code, these fragments trembling as if trying to arrange themselves correctly.

That must be Theodore.

The Dean had become a structure in the Dream Realm, and Rod had no idea what face to make at this.

He "used" the "structure" in the same way he had before.

The mist began to shine, and when Rod opened his eyes, he noticed nothing different.

It seemed the Dean hadn’t possessed him, nor had there been a situation like "seizure."

"Uh, what’s going on? Did it not work... Forget it, I have to go save people first."

Rod casually picked up the Dean’s robe from the ground and put it on with practiced ease.

But Theodore was at least 2.8 yards tall, almost one and a half times the height of Rod, and the robe hung to the ground from his waist down.

Rod instinctively snapped his fingers, and the robe rapidly rolled up and shrank to fit him perfectly, and he casually picked up the Magic Wand, which also shrank to the right size.

It was only then that Rod realized something was amiss.

"Uh, I seem to have become the Dean... but my consciousness is still my own..."

He didn’t think too much about it because the situation ahead was becoming dire.

There was a group in the midst of migration, consisting of more than forty combatants, protecting over three hundred non-combatants. They had encountered an attack by a large swarm of monsters and were barely holding on.

Rod leapt lightly, covering hundreds of yards in a single step, and entered the heart of the battlefield.

The scene was quite brutal, with warriors fighting bloodily against the horde, lantern-bearers with both arms broken biting their lanterns, desperately blocking the monsters’ assault, and a blue-haired female combatant at the forefront, wielding a huge axe and chopping wildly.

No one paid attention to Rod, except for a combatant bandaging a wound who shouted, "Who are you? It’s dangerous here, get away! Inform Byron Old City, Fort Three has fallen, and a large swarm of insect-like infected creatures is coming."

Rod lifted his hand, and a flash of light at his fingertips sent a glowing spirit crow piercing through the sky.

The man was stunned, "A spirit crow formed from thin air? Are you a holder of Spell Talent?"

Rod lifted the Magic Wand and smiled, "Yes."

"Are you a Spell trusted aide?"

"No."

The man suddenly looked disappointed, "Then you should leave, try to take a few people with you if you can."

"No need."

The man urgently said, "It’s useless, a novice spell caster shouldn’t be on a battlefield like this. Do you know what monster is up ahead?"

"Thirsty Blood Beast, Fierce Level monster, the second advanced form of the Black Death Beast, ferocious attack, profound in Spiritual Energy, Strength of around 60,000 marks, total energy around 3,000,000 marks, primarily active in large groups, high threat level, main causes of death are tearing and toxins."

The man choked up, "Well memorized, but what’s the use? Your two tricks can’t do any damage to it, Spell Talent doesn’t have combat power until it reaches Five Fireworks. What stage are you at?"

"Ten."

"Don’t brag, ten-stage Fireworks Spell Talent is the ultimate form beyond Perfection, possessing the entire list of spells, and able to use the original Sunshine Spell. Throughout the visible history of Trolian, there have been only a few, if you are at ten, I’ll eat a shoe right here."

"No need, eating shoes is harmful to your health."