The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 443 - 293: Explosion

Chapter 443: Chapter 293: Explosion

Despite Rod’s logical arguments, neither the King nor Horus agreed with his opinion.

It was simply too heretical.

Under the protection of the King, this strategy might have been successful; some clearly tarnished individuals being killed by a hero acting out of a sense of justice wasn’t an unforgivable sin. Moreover, Rod had all but secured his place in the Fire Hall. For Royal City, which was in dire need of high-level combatants, such a mistake was not irreversible and could be forgiven.

However, the King intended to shape Rod into an even greater image, to become a banner for Royal City, just like Alan.

Such a blemish was absolutely unacceptable.

But Rod didn’t really want to become such a public figure, burdened with the image of an idol.

He tried to convince them.

"King, you know, I used to go by the name ’King of the Sewers’, I spent my days killing vermin like maggots and rats in dirty environments—not at all high-end. And my reputation isn’t very good. In the past, orig... cough cough, my occasional visits to the Red Workshop district are well known; now everyone knows I’m an old lecher... a person longing for the affection of the opposite sex, my reputation is already difficult to turn around."

Once he had finished speaking, both the King and Horus revealed amiable smiles.

"Little Rod, you need not worry about that. It is not a stain,"

said the King with a smile.

"In fact, it is exactly your strong point. We are considering you to become the banner of Royal City precisely because of this."

Horus added, "Not everyone is suited to step into the public eye. Out of the eleven Special Level Combatants, only Alan has stepped to the forefront; the others are just a powerful backdrop."

Rod nodded; this was true.

So far, he only knew the names of First Knight Alan and Moon Knight Olivia. As for the other two Great Knight Captains and the seven Fire Sons, he didn’t even know their names.

Horus continued, "To step into the spotlight, one must have enough legendary color and perfectly fit the image of Fire Will. It’s even better to have a good appearance. Only then can you bring confidence and hope to those living in endless darkness."

"Alan is undoubtedly the perfect choice. But over the years, we have also found a problem—his image is too lofty and distant, creating a sense of alienation, not close enough to ordinary people."

Horus paused briefly before continuing.

"But you are different. Your growth has been step-by-step. Though rapid, there are traces to follow, and you also have astonishing legendary tales."

"Crucially, you’ve shoveled shit in the sewers, sought women in the Red Workshop. You’re not a perfect symbol but a living person with feelings and desires. The things you’ve done are what many have done before, which creates a special sense of closeness."

The King nodded slightly.

"Little Horus is right; although Alan is indeed the perfect banner, his perfection has become a flaw. We need another person to compensate for this deficiency."

"Royal City has long sought to raise a second banner, and your emergence fits all of our requirements perfectly."

Horus went on, "When such two banners stand in Royal City, everyone will find their belonging in them – the perfect good man Alan and the charmingly wicked man Rod. One will take what one needs. everyone can find a sanctuary for their soul."

Rod covered his face, unsure of what to say.

"Actually, I am also a good man..."

Horus laughed, "Stop pretending. The Nun Group you have been dreaming of has already been prepared for you. They will become your direct subordinates, each nun being the most excellent healer from the Healing Cult, and equipped with your favorite Wind Black Silk..."

Rod retorted angrily, "You’re being arrogantly prejudiced. I may appear somewhat frivolous, but deep inside, I’m a pure youth as clear as water, still ignorant about what is called... love."

"Quit the nonsense. I’m just asking if you want her or not?"

"...Yes."

"Pfft."

The nearby bishops couldn’t help but laugh.

Horus also showed a strange smile but immediately controlled himself, coughed, and continued.

"I’ve already solved the issue of personnel transfer within the Black Battle Group for you, but let me remind you that the transfer of Mephit is an exception. In principle, personnel from emergency armaments are not allowed to be transferred to other legions or battle groups."

"But you are a Trolian hero who has made such a significant contribution to us, so we’ll make an exception for you this time. The leader of the Taboo Armament, Ryanbeck, will handle all her sealing issues. You need not worry."

Rod said with a laugh, "Your Excellency Archbishop, I think Mephit is not dangerous at all. Your prophecies are mostly wrong and are probably rumors spread by the Doomsday believers."

Horus sighed.

"I hope so, but her three Soul Characteristics are still quite dangerous, especially mind control. We don’t want to see a tragedy that could have been avoided happen."

"Don’t worry," Rod said with a smile. "My Spirit Resistance is very high, no one can control me."

Horus nodded, aware of this fact.

"Rod, I must remind you of one thing. The Black Battle Group is your subordinate, and the value of every member exists to complement your combat. Do not recruit people into your battle group for any other purpose. If you have any other requirements, you can tell the Royal City Service Department, or speak directly to me."