The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 261 - 183 Good_3

Chapter 261: Chapter 183 Good_3

In an instant, Vera felt as if she had been struck by lightning, with every hair on her body standing on end.

He suddenly turned around and grabbed Rod.

"Little Rod... did the Dean teach you this? Where did you meet him? Where is he now? How is he doing? No, no, I must notify the Royal City immediately; the Dean absolutely cannot have any mishaps..."

Rod gently said, "Vera, I don’t have much time left. We need to clear the monsters inside the city quickly and recapture the outposts. If possible, I also want to reclaim Laisuo City and kill the Abyss Giant Snake."

Vera instantly came to his senses.

"Right, right, right! Hurry to support the southern battlefield! Teresa is struggling too hard on her own..."

Vera grasped Rod’s arm, but was lifted into the air along with him.

What was this subtle sense of displacement?

Vera shook his head and quickly shook off this strange feeling, briefly explaining the current situation.

It turned out that since the secret branch troops had arrived in Byron Old City, they had been constantly engaged in frequent battles.

Since it was urban warfare, they mainly operated in small squads, and most students from the secret branch had become squad leaders or important members within their teams, playing a critical role in this battle.

Each member marked as "Strong" in the Top Class had become capable of handling situations independently, especially Teresa and Jessica.

But Jessica had been seriously injured in the last round of attacks and had been sent back to the base. Now, only Teresa was left, holding up the situation on the southern front.

Byron Old City wasn’t large, and in a matter of seconds, the two arrived at the southern battlefield.

The area had turned into a sea of Insect Men, with all the strong "Strong" marked students and the city’s stronger combatants fighting against the Insect Men.

Powerful waves of Spiritual Power fluctuations came at them like a tide, with intense explosions continuously occurring in the midst of the swarm.

They hadn’t shown signs of collapse yet, but they were firmly trapped in the midst of the insect sea, and once their Spiritual Energy was exhausted, they would be devoured by the monsters.

Rod noticed a golden flash moving broadly across the battlefield, often crossing the entire swarm to support another comrade in crisis on the opposite side.

That was Teresa, the golden shimmering Valkyrie, dressed in golden armor and holding a Golden Shield and Red Blade, battling within the sea of insects.

The tough Insect Men were like nuts being chopped in front of her; wherever the golden light reached, the swarm parted like waves, and wherever the Red Blade pointed, insect corpses lay everywhere.

Vera nodded slightly, "Teresa’s strength is almost inhuman."

Rod felt a compound joy swelling from the bottom of his heart, as if it came from both Theodore and himself.

Uh... is this what double happiness feels like?

Vera said eagerly, "Little Rod, quick, use the Prohibition Decree again!"

But Rod just smiled and shook his head, "Little Vera, spells aren’t used like that. Among all Soul Traits, Spell Talent is not outstanding; we are one of the seven Characteristics because we can use wisdom."

With a light tap of his Magic Wand, numerous beams of light immediately shot towards the warriors on the battlefield.

"Golden Oath"

"Blessed Weapon"

"Spirit Power Ignition"

"Ghost Protection"

In an instant, all the warriors were enhanced; they felt Spiritual Energy boiling in their souls, fatigue and pain diminishing, weapons becoming incredibly sharp, and great strength surging into their bodies.

Teresa, in particular, was a focal point of enhancement, her body blazing with golden light, and the surrounding Insect Men fell like mown wheat.

The Insect Men, already far inferior to these powerful combatants, saw the gap widen past a critical point once they were enhanced, and the battle instantly turned into a rout.

Vera’s mouth had never opened so wide, his jaw almost dislocated.

Jinworth’s Dean of the First Division’s majestic image was completely destroyed.

Rod smiled and said, "Little Vera, don’t just stand there in shock; you have been strengthened as well, go and fight."

Vera looked at him complicatedly, comforting herself that behind this man, who was not even half her age, stood the Dean.

He waved his magic wand and, burying his head, charged down into the crowd of monsters, wildly throwing fireballs and roasting the Insect Men until they sizzled.

Not far away, Commander Tyrion also led his people into the battlefield, contributing his fair share of strength.

Finally, with everyone’s combined efforts, the monsters inside the city were exterminated.

Rod then used the Ninth-Level strategic spell "Spell Return," miraculously repairing the city walls and the Spiritual Power Generator.

With that, the crisis in Byron Old City was thoroughly resolved.

The people who had survived the ordeal surged out from the underground shelters, their cheers resounding through the ancient city.

Humanity had once again gained the rights to use this land.

Tyrion and Vera even felt an unreal, dreamlike sensation, as if everything had happened in a dream.

But as leaders, emotions could only occupy a very small part of their thinking; such a favorable situation, if not stabilized and further advantage expanded, would be an insult to their intelligence.

They quickly arranged post-battle tasks.

Healing the wounded, restoring Spiritual Energy, cleaning the battlefield, collecting ash, communicating with the higher command, reporting to the Royal City, and starting preparations to march and recover more strongholds.

The combatants, on the other hand, could enjoy a bit longer happiness; they dealt with their injuries, restored their Spiritual Energy, and cleaned up the pollution from prolonged contact with the monsters, while enthusiastically discussing the process of victory and speculating who the Spell Master was that had come to their aid.

Only a few knew that the super Spell Master who supported them was actually Rod.

Teresa was one of them.

Vera, the Dean, called her over and briefly explained the causes and consequences of the situation, planning to team her up with Rod to form a spearhead to clear obstacles for the recovery of strongholds.

Teresa looked vibrant, the prolonged battle had not fatigued her in the slightest; instead, it had quickened her blood flow and excited her spirit.

Upon hearing that the person who had saved them was Rod, Teresa’s eyes filled with curiosity; she specifically went to the combat command room to find Rod and smiled, "Little Rod, I didn’t expect you to really come and save me..."

Rod touched her golden breastplate, smiling and said, "Little Teresa, your growth has surpassed everyone’s imagination, you are a born War God, even such a common Soul Trait as Acceleration can shine so dazzlingly bright on you."

Teresa, curious, looked at him, leaned in close to his ear, and asked softly,

"Little Rod, do you want me to take off my breastplate?"

Cough, cough, cough, cough!

For a moment, everyone in the combat command room seemed to have caught a cold, as coughs echoed throughout.

Tyrion, holding back laughter, said, "Young man, mind the occasion."

Vera’s face fell instantly, she sent Teresa out, then turned her head and said sternly to Rod, "Don’t use the Dean’s Soul Ripple for such things!"

Just then, a streak of silver light flew in, transforming into a Spirit Raven, which delivered a letter to Tyrion’s hand.

"News from the Royal City!" he said quickly after reading it.

"The top Military War Department plans to recapture Laisuo City, an elite combat group has already moved into the Third Battle Zone, Lord Darrin has requested that Rod immediately inform Lord Theodore to go support."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Rod was already gone, leaving behind only one word.

"Good."