The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 400 - 274: The Death of the Chief Judge (Part 2)_3

Chapter 400: Chapter 274: The Death of the Chief Judge (Part 2)_3

The "Flesh Puppet" and "Kales’ Same Temperature Cannon", which might have been of use, had already been exhausted long ago.

Rod had already given up and was preparing to give it one last try with Condensed Light.

Maybe he could hit him?

Just then, the Book of Knowledge rushed over again, hitting him.

Rod said dissatisfied, "What are you doing?"

The Book of Knowledge opened its pages and quickly wrote, "I see the stars twinkling—are you in trouble?"

Rod briefly explained the crisis he was facing to it.

The Book of Knowledge immediately wrote, "I have a way."

"What is it?"

"You can burn a soul on the Soul Altar and temporarily gain its power."

Rod said impatiently, "I know that."

"I just saw a new soul; it has the Characteristics of a giant."

Rod’s eyes lit up instantly, he slapped the book’s backside excitedly and exclaimed, "Book, you’re really smart."

Words quickly appeared on the pages.

"Idiot, hurry, there’s only one to two days until the stars shine brightly. Without the Resurrection Stone, you absolutely must not die, otherwise I’ll be dragged down too."

Although the words were harsh, the handwriting was very twisted, as if it were shy.

But Rod didn’t notice, as he rushed to the Soul Altar and pulled out the "Soul of Krama" he had just obtained, using it to burn.

The soul dissolved like mist, and a murky gray fog appeared on his spiritual body.

Rod immediately felt different.

He not only gained new abilities but also acquired the experience and capability to use them.

A new plan immediately popped into Rod’s mind.

He quickly returned to the Material World, planning to fiercely surprise Amoli again and attempt the same trick.

Even if he wasn’t fooled, it would at least delay time.

Anna had already gone to seek help, and the Spirit Crow Messenger had arrived in Molly’s hands even earlier.

As long as he could delay enough time, everything could be saved.

Indeed, Amoli was frightened by his mysterious tactics.

Although he didn’t immediately believe Rod was the King of Giants, he believed that he, a human with giant’s blood, had a profound connection to that lineage.

At this moment, Amoli’s mind was in chaos.

But he remained vigilant to avoid a repeat of the earlier debacle.

"I don’t care who you are, surrender now and come with me, or I will have to take action," he said.

Rod scoffed, "Raise a hand against your own ancestor, are you even human?"

A flash of anger crossed Amoli’s eyes as he coldly said, "I don’t care what you say, if you don’t surrender, I will act! I’m counting to three, one!"

Rod knew he was on guard and might not be easily tricked again, and although he could now use decrees, his Spiritual Energy had not grown stronger.

He would definitely be exposed after a few more tricks.

"Two!"

Rod’s mind raced, and he quickly asked in his mind, "Do you have any secret information about the King of Giants?"

The Book of Knowledge quickly wrote, "It requires two hundred pieces of Red Jade."

"Fine, the materials are piled outside the cabin," Rod said.

The Book of Knowledge quickly wrote.

"King of Giants Ehaius has not returned to the earth; His limbs were dismembered and suppressed across four continents, His torso sealed in the depths of the Dead Sea, only His head is lost."

Suddenly, Rod burst into laughter, interrupting Amoli’s count at three.

"Ridiculous, my body was torn apart, suppressed in four directions, torso plunged into the sea, only my head escaped into the Void, waiting through countless years, seeing only darkness and descendants more disappointing than darkness itself."

Amoli’s entire expression froze.

This was a secret known only within the Giant Clan’s internal heritage, accessible only to those awakened with the Giant’s blood—the mission given by the Giant King Ehaius to all his giant descendants: to break the seal, find the torso, and gain His power.

Unfortunately, this heritage also lost some information; the whereabouts of the King of Giants’ head are unknown.

Of course, after so many years, no one took this last will as a mission anymore.

Any sensible person knew that in the Dark Epoch, it was an impossible task.

But it could indeed prove that he was from the Giant Clan.

Amoli’s entire voice trembled, "Ancestor... is it really you?"

Rod smiled, "Of course, it’s me."

"But how did you evade the inspection?"

Rod casually fabricated, "I used a decree that has long been lost."

"Long lost?" Amoli’s eyes suddenly lit up with fire, "Can you teach me?"

Rod sternly said, "Of course, I can. My power has suffered a significant loss, trapped in this shell and unable to demonstrate my true strength. Just offer up your Spiritual Energy to set me free, and I will give you both the long-lost decree and the King of Giants’ characteristics."

Amoli’s breathing became heavy.

Despite his efforts to calm himself, he continuously reminded himself of the previous tragedy.

But the temptation of the Ancestor’s power was too strong.

The legendary decree of the Giant Ancestor could change the laws of an area, even making the Source Law step aside.

In fragments of ancient lore, it was said that He and the God of Spells were known as gods beyond the laws.

Unfortunately, they were both slain by the monsters in the Black Fog, their Divine Souls obliterated, their remnants lost to oblivion.

Amoli exerted all his strength and asked, "Then you... why did you just claim to be the reincarnation of the soul of Ancient God Heragotos? Why did you want to kill your own descendants?"

Rod sneered, "That worthless trash doesn’t deserve to live in this world. Ancient God Heragotos and I are closely linked, so I naturally can speak on his behalf. I see your potential is good, so I am willing to pass on the heritage to you."

"Don’t waste any more of my time, come over here now."

If one were to scrutinize, Rod’s words were full of holes.

Yet Amoli, firm in his belief that Krama was useless and he was a genius, accepted his words without a doubt.

Rod continuously urging him also prevented him from having the time to think.

He walked over as Rod had instructed, dispersing his Spiritual Energy but still kept his guard up, watching his right hand, secretly thinking that if he raised his right hand, it would prove he was lying.

But Rod raised his left hand.

Amoli’s heart settled instantly, thinking to himself that once he inherited the Ancestor’s power, he would immediately kill him, becoming the sole King of the Giants; then all of Trolian would have to obey his commands.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I am truly the King of the World.

Bang.

The next instant, his left hand plunged into his chest.

"Who said Soul Blast couldn’t be done with the left hand?"

Rod withdrew his left hand, tearing apart his soul.

Amoli collapsed to the ground like a lump of rotten meat; the smile had not even faded from his face yet.

A gray line entered the body.

[Amoli’s Soul]

Another human maggot cleared away.

Another Giant characteristic soul acquired.

Rod laughed so hard his nose was nearly crooked.

That worked?

He had not anticipated it would actually succeed; his intention was merely to stall for time.

Unexpectedly, the man actually fell for it.

Too damn foolish, both of them fell for the same trick.

Are these people all possessed?

Mephit had been silently watching his performance all along, then suddenly said a word.

"Scammer."

Rod laughed, "Is it not good to deceive the enemy?"

Turning around, he gave her a big hug.

"Thanks for covering for me, otherwise things could have gotten messy."

Mephit coldly said, "Thanks are enough, no need to touch."

"Tsk, it’s not like a touch can take away a piece of flesh."

Despite saying this, Rod still let go of her.

"Let’s head back soon, otherwise... "

He was about to say they might have company for three when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a glowing red figure rushing towards them.

"You little beast!"

He roared angrily.

"You dare to deceive me!"