The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 255 - 181 Ancestors

Chapter 255: Chapter 181 Ancestors

Byron Old City is one of the important strongholds in the Iron Armor Fortress battle zone, surrounded by more than thirty related strongholds, together forming a defense system that firmly guards the southwest of the Trolian Defense Circle.

But now, this defense system is on the verge of collapse.

Numerous outposts have fallen, various lines have been cut, and if things continue this way, Byron Old City will soon become an isolated city.

An isolated city has little value in a defense system.

Monsters will slip through from even further away, and the main defense force cannot venture too far from the city to intercept them in the darkness.

Fighting on home ground is the basic rule of all wars between humans and monsters.

The home ground for humans is fire, and for monsters, it is black fog.

Wherever the fire is rooted, there lies a stronghold; humans can only fight relying on strongholds, otherwise, the casualties will exceed the limit of tolerance.

Therefore, what Rod must do now is to assist Byron Old City with all his might in recapturing strongholds and rebuilding the defense system of strongholds.

After lighting the "Spirit Elegy," Rod deeply realized the change brought about by the surge in Spiritual Energy; for example, with sprinting, a single toe-off initially carried him only 7 yards, but he can now leap 20 yards, more than double the distance.

No wonder in the eyes of Teresa and the others, he seemed like a baby.

In the eyes of the Dean, he was probably just a cell.

After running for a while, the "Dean" in Rod’s mind lit up, indicating that his modifications to the "Eternal Statue" were complete and everything was ready.

Good!

Let the Dean’s final light shine even brighter!

Rod immediately summoned the spirit of Theodore and entered a state of possession.

That indistinct feeling emerged once again; he was still Rod, but instinctively, he had become Theodore.

With a raise of his hand, a flash on his magic wand, Rod’s figure instantly took to the air and shot through the sky.

"Gale Technique"

A spell that only those with Strong Level 5 Spell Talent could master, also nicknamed Level 5 spell.

The gale whistling past his ears, in the blink of an eye, Rod’s speed had already surpassed 300 yards. Not bothering to discern direction, he was as familiar with the entire Iron Armor Fortress battle zone as the back of his hand; each stronghold was crystal clear to him.

Looking downward, monsters were roaming everywhere on the dark land, and among the vast black fog, even more monsters were surging from afar.

The Light of Humanity, like a lone lantern on the vast and dark wasteland, with the roaring Gale making one worry about how long this fragile flame could last.

But as long as there is one person alive, hope will never be extinguished.

The torch of humanity will surely be passed on and on.

Soon, Rod saw a cluster of light.

——

"Mid-level firepower, attack!"

Commander Melister at Third Level bellowed.

Boom!

On the fortress, seven magma balls shot out rapidly, slamming into the midst of the monster horde.

The scattered magma scorched dozens of Thirsty Blood Beasts, but more of the beasts kept rushing forward, leaping toward the warriors below the fortress.

The warriors fought with all their might, but still could not withstand the onslaught of the monsters.

"Rear firepower, support!"

Commander Melister at Third Level roared.

A multitude of Giant Arrows, Spiritual Power Cannons, and shock missiles flew towards the swarm.

More of the Thirsty Blood Beast fell, but the situation still didn’t improve.

"Reserve troops, support the front lines!"

Commander Melister at Third Level shouted.

Dozens of Combatants jumped down from the fortress, joining the fray.

Yet the pressure on the front lines did not ease much.

Thirsty Blood Beasts are an extremely troublesome monster, tough in hide and flesh, swift in attack, strong in combat prowess, and with a deadly venom, many warriors have been poisoned, and the special Detoxification they required had long run out.

As more Thirsty Blood Beasts flooded into the battlefield, Melister’s complexion visibly darkened.

Iron Sword Fortress is a Third Level stronghold, with a Guardian Fire that can light up a range of 3000 yards and two Spiritual Power Generators, housing two hundred Combatants and five hundred non-combat personnel, and equipped on the fortress are two Spiritual Power Cannons and thirty-two Heavy Crossbows.

It could be said to be as impregnable as a fortress.

But now, it too was in extreme danger.

The energy from the Spiritual Power Generators was exhausted, the reach of the Guardian Fire had shrunk to half its size, the Spiritual Power Cannons were destroyed, and only half of the thirty-two Heavy Crossbows were operational.

Yet the monsters were still endless.

Commander Melister’s face was ashen, and the battle was on the verge of collapse. If the monsters couldn’t be stopped, the fortress unprotected by the Spiritual Power Generators would be overwhelmed.

Once the fire goes out, everything is over.

"Mid-level firepower, support!"

A combatant rasped out, "Commander, we haven’t recovered."

Commander Melister yelled, "Bed crossbows!"

"Commander, we have no heavy arrows left!"

Melister’s face went dark in an instant; as a qualified commander, he immediately judged that this stronghold was indefensible.

Now, arrangements for a retreat had to be made.

But Iron Sword Fortress was a key node; once it fell, the entire line would collapse, rendering all efforts futile.

In that moment of hesitation, another squad at the front was overwhelmed; their comrades fought desperately to rescue them.

By the time these combatants were brought atop the fortress, their bodies were terribly mutilated, blood gushing out, as the logistics personnel desperately tried to stop the bleeding. Yet the toxins suppressed the effects of all recovery potions and spread inside their bodies.

Suddenly, grief overwhelmed Melister, and he bellowed, "Reinforcements, where are the reinforcements? Granny, grandpa, ancestors, I beg you, come quickly..."

"Commander!" Suddenly, someone shouted, "Someone’s coming!"

Melister looked in the direction of the shout and saw a figure glowing red, speeding towards them.

This was definitely a human; monsters wouldn’t wear Red Tear Stones.

But there was only one of them.

Melister cursed, "Damn it, ancestors, just one... one is enough, hurry up and get your grandson over here!"

Seconds later, the person flew up to the fortress and landed beside the commander.

"Melister."

He said gently.

"Have the front line retreat."

Melister erupted in fury, "Who the hell are you? I’m the commander here! If the front retreats, the fortress will fall. Give me your Characteristics and Level, I’ll arrange it myself..."

Rod, touching his chest, smiled gently and said, "Melister, you’re still as hot-tempered as ever. That’s why you didn’t get full marks in your command courses. Let them come up quickly; I’m about to activate Dragon’s Strong Wall."

"Dragon Tooth Strong Wall!"

Everyone on the fortress screamed at once.

The recovering mid and backline ranged combatants, the bustling non-combat personnel, and the wounded who had not yet passed out all turned their gaze over.

Melister could hardly believe his ears.

"Dragon Tooth Strong Wall is an Eighth Level spell, are you a Spell Master?"

His gaze immediately fell upon Rod’s youthful and even slightly naive face.

"You’re talking nonsense! If you knew Dragon Tooth Strong Wall, I’d call you grandpa right now..."

Rod ignored him; his magic wand flashed with light and emitted the same voice as Melister.

"Front line combatants, retreat orderly back to the fortress. Ranged combatants, cover them."

Melister, furious, barked, "What are you doing, are you Doomsday..."

He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly choking up because he realized that the robe Rod was wearing was a top-tier Spell robe, identical in style to that of Dean Theodore but much smaller in size.

Such top-tier Spiritual equipment was undoubtedly only possessed by a Spell Master.

"Damn!"

He cursed and jumped off the fortress without looking back, charging into the frontline to assist the warriors’ retreat.

Soon, the warriors had all retreated back to the fortress.

Rod shouted, plunged his magic wand into the ground, and a ring of azure light descended like a steel sluice, bisecting several approaching Thirsty Blood Beasts with its glow.

Enveloping the fortress like an iron barrel, this was a Strategic Level spell, "Dragon Tooth Strong Wall," which could last for at least four clock hours. Monsters below a Strong Level could never breach it; it was a suppression of rank, and no amount would make a difference.

The next moment, cheers like an ocean tide drowned the stronghold. "Dragon Tooth Strong Wall" gave them precious time to regroup; it was immensely important.

Melister rushed up, yelling, "Grandpa, are you one of the Spell trusted aides? Is Lord Theodore safe now?"

Rod ignored him again, simply clenched his fist and placed it on his forehead.

Melister’s heart pounded fiercely.

He recognized the gesture, but he couldn’t believe it.

The next instant, Rod opened his fist, and a golden light flooded the fortress.

Everyone’s wounds healed rapidly, toxins quickly subsided, and corruption and pollution disappeared swiftly.

[Sunshine Healing]

Another Ninth Level spell!

For an instant, Melister almost thought he was dreaming.

The golden light slowly faded, turning into countless orbs of light that vanished. Iron Sword Fortress had never been so quiet. Everyone kept silent, savoring the taste that came from hope and light.

After a while, Melister approached, asking solemnly.

"Ancestor, can you tell me your name? I want to inscribe it on a plaque, to be kept as a family treasure forever."

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