The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 266 - 188 In Hell

Chapter 266: Chapter 188 In Hell

Boom!

The spinning fireball exploded among the abnormal demons, the flames that shot up to the sky submerged the Evil Ghost Stone’s spawn and a large swath of monsters.

But when the flames fell, what was seen was not ashes but countless tentacles clinging together.

Like squid, the abyssal demons interlinked with each other, blocking this attack, their bud-like bodies attached to a giant web, wriggling toward a certain point in the center.

In Rod’s vision, their souls were tending to merge, the core being that of the spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone, its soul’s dark ripples gradually spreading to all the monsters, even extending outward.

"Not good! The abnormal demons are fusing! The spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone has sensed a fatal threat and initiated the blind ritual!"

All expressions on Soron’s face knitted together.

"Why is this happening? The time is far from right, we’re still in an invisible state, without having struck yet..."

"Forget the whys, just fight!" Lily commanded, "If the ritual succeeds and the Blind Demon descends, everything will be over!"

She quickly threw more fireballs, while Soron charged down and slashed fiercely.

But the merging monsters remained unscathed.

"Souls have begun to merge... our damage is being spread out, intensify the attack, we must break them!"

The two intensified their fierce attacks, while Rod remained motionless.

Ever since he saw the spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone, his instinct had not reacted.

What’s going on? The Dean hasn’t disappeared, has he?

Rod tried to sense the dream realm, but in the next instant, his instinct suddenly strengthened.

He waved his magic wand, and with a use of "Gale Technique," he shot straight down towards the center of that huge mass of tentacles.

In the midst of countless black tumors, the twisted visage of the spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone flickered in and out of sight—it was the spot where the monsters’ spiritual energy was the highest, and Rod, without any protective spells or attacks, collided directly into it.

Fuck! Dean, what are you doing?

Rod couldn’t react in time, and his face was smeared with nauseating decayed black flesh, the stench and corrosive air rushed to his nostrils, and he instinctively tried to prop himself up with his hand. However, the moment his right hand touched the flesh, it was as if cries from the void arose. The entire face of the spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone contorted, the decaying flesh surged toward his palm, as if it were a black hole.

Within seconds, the central flesh hollowed out significantly.

The spawn of the Evil Ghost Stone was entirely excavated and sucked into his palm.

The fusing abnormal demons went into a collapse, souls shattered in disarray, chunks of flesh fell and turned to ash.

The three were all stunned; Rod was the first to snap back to reality, suddenly looking at his right hand.

Thankfully, no mutation had occurred.

But soon, Rod noticed a dark imprint in the center of his right palm, emitting an ominous aura.

Lily and Soron flew over, both saw the mark at the same time.

Soron blurted out, "What kind of spell is this?"

Lily also looked at Rod with confusion, her characteristic was not "Spell Talent," but the closely related "Chaos Fire." She was very interested in all extraordinary spells, and believed that new ways of harnessing power could be gleaned from them.

Rod spoke in a serious tone, "This spell is a new one that I’ve derived by fusing one hundred and seven spell trajectories. It’s called Purple Kill, and it’s specifically designed to counter Abnormal Demons."

Although his tone was serious, Rod clearly felt that Theodore’s instincts were lying.

In his mind, the symbol representing the Evil Ghost Stone Tank emitted a strange light.

It flickered as if chewing on something.

What does this mean?

The Evil Ghost Stone Tank had such a function? Wasn’t it just meant to feed on Humanity and produce Evil Ghost Stones?

Without time to think further, he heard himself say, "This is the Abyss Imprint, I can use it to open the door to the corresponding Abyss Rift."

Lily and Soron exclaimed with surprise in an instant, "Really?"

"My Holy Fire! So the entrance to the Abyss Rift was hidden on the child of the demon, no wonder we couldn’t find it despite searching so many times!"

"As long as we kill the Abyss Giant Snake, this damned rift should close up! These disgusting Abyss Monsters can then roll back to where they came from!"

"Lord Theodore!" Lily’s eyes simultaneously shimmered with adoration and infatuation, "You truly are magnificent! Your family should prosper and thrive!"

Rod reached out and touched her, "Little Lily, every human born out of love possesses infinite possibilities. My love passed away a hundred years ago, please forgive me."

A blush spread across Lily’s fair face, adding a touch of allure to her mature charm and a hint of loveliness to her youthful cheeks.

"Lord Theodore..." she murmured softly.

Soron’s brows were furrowed so deeply they nearly piled up into a mountain, but the other was a noble Guardian, not needing his assistance, he could only wait to educate this unruly brat after returning to the academy.

In Rod’s heart, however, he sighed, well, for the sake of the Dean’s reputation, let me bear this burden alone.

Wow, so big, so soft.

The three of them set aside their thoughts and quickly returned to Laisuo City.

The fierce battle in the city continued.

Beneath the huge fireballs, the monsters still surged into the domain of fire, heedless of the flames and black smoke rising from their bodies.

The strong warriors slaughtered the monsters with absolute force; the ashes had piled up to half a foot thick on the ground, with clouds of black dust everywhere, and scattering bone ashes all over the place.

Although the pressure was immense, the battle line hadn’t contracted, this was a foreseeable prolonged fight, requiring space for the warriors to recuperate and treat their injuries.

The elite fighting group was full of experienced high rank members, who knew very well what to do.

It was Jon who was currently recovering Spiritual Energy, and although Rod didn’t particularly like this greasy middle-aged man, his decisions had been without fault so far, all tactical arrangements left no room for criticism, he was a trustworthy leader.

The three of them quickly summarized the situation.

Jon and others who were resting were equally surprised; the miraculous Theodore had once again created a miracle.

The Abyss Rift was the primary reason for the defeat of the Third Battle Zone; the Iron Armor Fortress was broken by the Living Corpse Giants marking the start of the disaster, and Laisuo City being devastated by the Giant Snake was the peak of the catastrophe.

The Giant Snake itself was an Abyss Monster, and more than half of the Giants came from the Abyss, such Special Level threats were always under strict surveillance, it was impossible for them to penetrate deep into the defensive circle’s core without being detected.

They must have come from some Abyss Rift that had been disturbed.

Ever since the incident, the Royal City had been searching for a long time, yet the entrance had not been found; unexpectedly, it was discovered here.

If we could eliminate this threat, the tide of battle would truly turn, and the pressure on the entire Trolier Security Line would be greatly reduced.

Rod said in a deep voice, "The entrance will open in one clock hour. During this time, I won’t be able to use Spiritual Energy, so please be extra cautious."

Jon’s complexion turned a few shades paler, but he still said, "Rest assured, we can hold them off."

However, the situation then took a turn for the worse.

The reason lay in Rod’s hand.

An Abyss Rift’s entrance is actually a spatial anchor, and Abnormal Demons do not need to exit the entrance to reach the material world; they come through the anchor point.

Destroying the entrance is useless, for the Abyss Rift would reconstruct a new entrance at an unknown location, which would cause them to lose the opportunity to enter the rift and kill the Giant Snake.

Since the entrance was in Rod’s hand, Abnormal Demons began to appear nearby, and sensing the invasion of an abnormal power, the rift instinctively summoned more potent demons to kill the being that had taken its anchor point.

Higher-ranked Abnormal Demons were starting to emerge nearby.

They were either huge twisted demons, or purebred corrupted demons, typically requiring three to four Knights to handle one; a Guardian could at most combat five.

And as the Enhancement Spells gradually lost their effect, our side’s combat power continued to diminish, the pressure swiftly increased, and fewer and fewer people were available to rotate, the majority being forced into the battle.

But they made no complaints; each person returned with a smile, embracing Rod as if he were some sort of lucky star.

Although Rod was very anxious, his heart was filled with a faint joy; the Dean seemed to hold hope and affection for every individual, akin to the delight of watching one’s own seedlings grow and flourish.

However, the situation did not change due to love and friendship; as the number of high-ranking Abnormal Demons increased, the battle line began to falter.

Suddenly, a gigantic demon broke through its opposing high-ranking Knight and stormed into the inner layer.

At that moment, Rod was the only one in the inner layer.

He clearly saw that the demon had been fully corrupted, its strong body covered with rotting muscles, a large hole corroded in its stomach, and decaying organs writhing inside the cavity, creating an even more ferocious demon face.

The demon’s eyes flickered with red as its long claws swung down toward him.

"Oh no!"

"Go save him quickly!"

Several cries of alarm sounded from the crowd.

A ball of flame rushed toward him, with several flashes of light racing back from the front line.

But it was already too late. Rod could not use Spiritual Energy, unless he gave up on tearing open the entrance, but that would mean all their efforts had been in vain, requiring another clock hour.

In a moment of hesitation, the blade had already reached him.

Rod left everything to his instincts.

And his instincts did not move an inch.

In the next instant, a huge ice spike pierced the demon, the translucent ice cleaving its decaying body in two, the corrupt black flesh sliding off from the sharp ice edges without leaving a trace.

Immediately afterward, a massive gust of cold air hit him, and a pure white figure landed in front of Rod.

When the cold dissipated, an unexpected person appeared before him.

Mephit.

Rod’s eyes widened.

Since their last parting, he had searched for her for a long time but never got any news; he had never expected to encounter her here.

Different from the last time at the Hunter branch’s tavern, she was not wearing a mask; her ice-snow like, utterly beautiful face was openly displayed before him. She wore a snowy white gown, surrounded by a swirling veil of frost, giving off a dream-like quality.

She was unarmed and looked more like she was out for a walk rather than coming to fight.

Just as Rod was about to speak, a wave of mild displeasure rose in his heart, causing him to freeze on the spot.

Mephit’s expression was indifferent, as if she cared about nothing around her, showing only a hint of surprise in her eyes upon seeing him, but that quickly returned to aloofness, ignoring Rod who had suddenly frozen.

Jon flew down from the sky with a somber expression, not approaching Mephit, and from about ten steps away, he asked coldly, "Why are you so late? I sent a message to the Military War Department long ago; you should have arrived two clock hours ago!"

Mephit remained silent.

Jon’s expression grew colder, and his disdain was unmasked as he pointed toward the outer layer and said, "Kill all the Long-nail Demons. If one gets through, I’ll make you vividly recall how the Silver Oath punishes freaks like you."

He spoke no more and flew back into the sky, covered in flames, once again as bright as the burning sun.

Mephit silently flew toward the outer layer, with pure white ice crystals condensing around her.

She quickly flew beyond the reach of the firelight, the cold ice starkly visible in the darkness.

Rod noticed that no one greeted her, and when she flew past, people nearby kept their distance.

What was going on?

Rod knitted his brows.

He remembered Mephit once saying she was a person of ill omen, a harbinger of misfortune, and indeed she could bring misfortune.

But she had also joined the battle; was such aversion necessary?

Moreover, what did the Silver Oath mean?

Wasn’t that something used to bind demons? What did it have to do with her?

Could it be...

A possibility suddenly occurred to Rod.

Did she have some connection with those taboo entities?

Is this why she was called a freak? Also the reason I’ve never been able to find her?

While he pondered, the imprint in his hand suddenly began to act strangely.

"The entrance to the Abyss Rift is going to open!"

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