The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 257 - 182: The Great Savior_2

Chapter 257: Chapter 182: The Great Savior_2

The monsters were Corrupted Serpentmen, adept at using long bone spurs and venom to attack their enemies. They were innumerable, covering the sky and the earth as far as the eye could see.

Rod lifted his magic wand, and Spiritual Energy traced a perfect path.

[Purification Flames]

Like the Milky Way landing on earth, like a myriad of fires scattering, the brilliant sparks fell from the sky like a blanket.

As soon as the Serpentmen were touched by even a hint of the flames, the fire would burn through their bodies like a vicious ulcer, turning them to ash.

In a moment, all that could be seen were torches ablaze.

The Captain shouted, "Reinforcements, reinforcements have come! Kill, kill swiftly!"

In the ecstatic voices, there were also choking sobs and cries. The warriors, however, were invigorated, and the battle cry instantly filled the battlefield.

The Fire Guardian joyfully said, "Is it the Spell trusted aides? So Lord Theodore is alright?"

"Yes, he’s fine."

Before the Fire Guardian could ask more, Rod had already vanished.

The castle that had been destroyed was restoring itself as if time were flowing backward. Countless fragments and pillars rose against gravity, returning to where they once had been.

In the blink of an eye, the castle had been restored to its former state.

[Spell Return]

Ninth Level Spells, a Master who possessed this spell, was not just a treasure but practically a father to every legion.

It was one of the four Strategic Level spells, not commonly used; not only did it consume a great deal of Spiritual Energy, but it also reduced the stability of the user’s soul, increasing the risk of losing control.

The Fire Guardian had never imagined that a Third Level fortress would be able to enjoy such a spell.

For a moment, he was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face.

"Thank you... thank you..."

He was beyond tears.

"May the fire bless us, Lord Theodore is still alive, the Spell trusted aides aren’t dead... With such spells, if only we could have more, then not so many of our warriors would have to die..."

——

With the last of his Spiritual Energy used up, Rod decisively used [Awakening], a surge of powerful Spiritual Energy flooding in from the Void. His parched soul was quickly replenished, and his 9,000 clock hours of Spiritual Energy was fully restored.

[Awakening] was too powerful.

Unfortunately, its regular recovery effect was no longer keeping up with his growth in Spiritual Energy.

The power of [Awakening] came with a price too, the more it restored, the more Spiritual Energy would have to be repaid later, the side effects of [Awakening] ever more potent.

But at that moment, he was the World King.

Rod saw another flickering light in dire peril, countless dark figures moving within the glow, the fire like a barely flickering candle in the wind.

With a flash of light at his fingertips, his figure instantly shot through the air.

——

Byron Old City.

Second Level Commander Tyrion was pacing anxiously back and forth in the command room.

Even with the support from a covert branch, the situation was extremely dire, with every fortress in jeopardy, Byron Old City included not escaping the threat of annihilation.

His subordinates had more than once requested to abandon all outposts, to pull back all forces, to fortify Byron Old City alone.

Tyrion had refused time and again, for if they did so, Byron Old City would become an isolated city, losing its function as a central fortress in the war zone.

But that was better than losing the city completely; at least the core fortress was still in hand.

A disaster like the fall of Laisuo City was truly calamitous.

Yet Tyrion’s heart had also wavered more than once, especially when barraged with bad news.

But each time, he quashed the thought at the last second.

As a Second Level Commander, he knew all too well that if he did so, the entire Iron Armor Fortress region would become dysfunctional, and the Dark Tide would directly cut through the outer and middle layers, slamming into the inner layer.

The inner layer of the defense circle was very fragile. It was considered a defensive zone, not heavily armed like the war zones.

The Military War Department had already sent orders demanding they maintain Byron Old City’s function for at least ten days.

After ten days, the inner layer should be able to complete the reinforcements.

Of course, if Tyrion deemed that the old city was on the brink of destruction, he had the authority to make the final decision, to turn Byron Old City into an isolated fortress.

But by doing so, the unprepared inner layer would suffer great losses.

If the inner layer were breached, the Safe Zone would be threatened.

At that time, Tyrion dared not imagine how many people in Trolian would die.

Decision-making was the greatest dilemma for a Commander.

Tyrion wished he had infinite wisdom to make each and every correct decision.

But that was impossible.

His towering figure circled in front of the sand table like a sick baboon, the single hair on his head blowing in the wind.

Countless possibilities collided in his shining forehead; he wished for a miracle to bring him one or two pieces of good news.

That way, he would have the strength to make maneuvers, to find that glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

"Commander, sir!"

Just then, an Orderly burst in, shouting.

"Something big has happened! The front line Iron Sword Fortress has sent back news, they say that they..."

Tyrion sighed deeply, his entire demeanor darkening, the shine on his forehead fading: "Pass down the order, abandon all peripheral fortresses, all units fall back to defend Byron Old City."

The Orderly choked up: "...Commander, I mean, the Iron Sword Fortress held, Second Level Commander Melister says they’re currently repairing, and in seven clock hours, they’ll be able to withstand all the monsters from the southwest."

Tyrion sighed deeply, "It’s not his fault, I simply couldn’t provide support..."

The Orderly, unable to contain himself any longer, reached out to grab the hair on the Commander’s head.

Tyrion snapped awake in an instant, seizing the Orderly’s arm: "What do you think you’re doing with my lone hair of wisdom?"