The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 398 - 274: The Death of the Chief Judge (Part 2)

Chapter 398: Chapter 274: The Death of the Chief Judge (Part 2)

This man is called Krama.

Rod had a vague impression of him.

In several Council sessions, besides Manolo Bana, Krama and a few Chief Judges were among the most vocal opponents.

Rod immediately sensed trouble.

Doesn’t this mean, he’s not alone, and might actually have accomplices?

In terms of sheer fighting strength, he was still far from being a match for a Third Level Combatant, this guy was completely intellectually impaired to have been tricked to death by him.

The Undead Spirit could only last for 30 seconds, and it only emerged when he sustained a fatal wound. If he were knocked unconscious, or injured, then he would be out of options, and his bluff would be burst immediately.

No, if there were two more people, they would immediately realize the crux of the matter.

I must hurry back to Star Town, or else it’d be too late.

He immediately shouted, "Mephit, let’s hurry!"

At the same time, he took out a Spirit Crow Messenger, infused Spiritual Energy, and the Spirit Crow Messenger instantly turned into a streak of light and shot away.

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Meanwhile.

From a distance, Levill was watching the entire process through the Decree Eye.

The complexions of two men darkened as much as they possibly could.

"That idiot Krama!" Amoli cursed, "That was clearly some special ability of his, there must be some flaws. And he believed in rumors about soul reincarnation as ethereal as mist? Ancient God Heragotos..."

"Shut up!"

Levill barked.

"Do not recite the name of a god."

Amoli closed his mouth, he, as a High Rank Combatant, knew many secret pieces of knowledge.

In the Ancient Epoch, powerful Ancient Gods were corrupted by the Black Fog, turning into twisted and indescribable beings, and the domains they ruled were warped and decayed. Praying to any domain could disturb these terrifying entities that had slumbered in the dark depths for countless years.

And reciting a god’s name was also a form of prayer.

If a twisted, decayed, maddened Ancient God were to respond, it could result in unimaginable disasters.

Of course, this was not common, and the usual result was no response.

This was also the best outcome.

Before being corrupted, the Ancient God Heragotos was a very secretive god, presiding over the domains of flesh and rebirth.

According to the texts obtained from Royal City archaeology, during the Ancient Epoch, not many knew of Him.

And in the Dark Epoch when the fire was dwindling and mankind was on the brink of extinction, even fewer knew.

If it were not for some connections the Ancestor, the King of Giants, had with Him, nobody would bother to look up this secret knowledge.

This was one of the reasons Krama fell for the trap.

Actually, at that time, both Levill and Amoli had somewhat believed it.

The god of flesh and rebirth, coming back through time to save humanity, didn’t seem impossible.

But when Rod’s conspiracy was laid bare, they selectively forgot this point and unanimously agreed it was due to Krama’s intellectual deficiency.

"What do we do now?"

Amoli asked bleakly.

"That idiot Krama even died at the hands of a Fifth Level Combatant, that bastard will surely implicate us once he returns."

Levill was silent for a few seconds, then said sternly, "I’ve thought of a way. His strange ability seems to only activate upon receiving a fatal wound. If you use the Shock Decree to knock him unconscious, you could take him away directly."

Amoli said, "Won’t that expose us? If the commander of the expedition suddenly disappears, Royal City would definitely send someone from the White Tower to investigate and trace back, and the Master of White Tower Meredith and the Great Prophet Iyeta will surely find us."

Levill sneered, "No, Lord Manolo Bana will help me erase the traces."

Amoli frowned, "How can he erase them? The authority of the Chief Judge is only half a level higher than ours, nowhere enough to interfere with the White Tower."

Levill whispered a few words in his ear.

Amoli suddenly realized.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll go capture that bastard alive and torture him a good deal before killing him, let him experience what pain is, so he’ll regret coming into this world."

Levill laughed, "Go ahead, the Shock Decree is your forte, and your intellect is much higher than that fool Krama’s, you definitely won’t botch this."

Amoli twisted his wrists, about to step forward, when suddenly another issue popped into his mind.

"Since we have this means, why let Krama go and get himself killed?"

Levill darkly said, "A wavering fool doesn’t deserve to live in this world, having come this far, turning back would only doom everyone."

Amoli nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, you’re absolutely right. We can’t back down now. We, carrying the blood of giants, are the truly noble superior people. Royal City ought to grant us a higher status, greater freedom, more wealth, and stronger power."

"Exactly!" Levill said. "All we seek is fairness!"

"It’s Royal City that forced us onto this path, it’s the King’s fault, not ours."

Amoli revealed a smug smile.

"Let me go and crush that disruptor of fairness."

He spread his arms and patted his chest.

"Decree, Spirit Enhancement."

An invisible ripple expanded, and he moved with the speed of an arrow shot from a bow, plunging into the Black Fog.

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At that moment, Rod had just mounted Anna and hadn’t even had the chance to speak when he suddenly saw a red silhouette charging towards him.

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