The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 470 - 303 The Beginning of Hope_2

Chapter 470: Chapter 303 The Beginning of Hope_2

If only he were Jon’s king consort.

The King dismissed the wild thoughts and focused on the discussion of concrete matters at hand.

The oblivious Rod, outside of the King’s awareness, was close to falling asleep due to the lengthy discussion.

And then he truly fell asleep.

When Rod groggily awoke, there were hardly any people left in the hall.

Commander Cross of the City Defense Legion was passing by him, and upon seeing his half-open eyes, gave a friendly smile before leaving the hall.

Now, only Horus remained alone in the hall.

Rod hurried over.

"Your Excellency Horus, I wish to join the fight..."

Horus nodded with a smile, "You go back to Star Town, keep an eye on the movements outside the western wastelands, and be ready to support the arriving warriors."

Rod almost couldn’t believe what he had heard.

"What? Why go back to Star Town? There’s no fighting near Star Town anymore, and the secret branch students have stopped coming. The Guardians in the Defense Department are either drinking or playing cards every day; Even Molly breaking her whip didn’t have much effect."

Horus said sternly, "How can you be so lax? You are on the front line of the darkness, and a large-scale war in the rear will surely stir movement in the depths of darkness. Should there be a monster disturbance, you will be the first to face it! Go back now, straighten out the discipline, and be on guard!"

Rod was very angry, feeling deceived emotionally.

"Any person could be sent for such tasks, I’ve already done as you arranged. You should let me fight."

There was no hint of emotion on Horus’s withered face.

"That is your combat mission, follow the arrangement."

Afterward, no matter what Rod said, Horus had only that one response.

Rod was furious and went to find the King.

But the King was neither at the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground nor the New Royal Palace.

From other members of the King’s Hand, Rod learned that the King had gone to the Fire Hall.

All the high-rank combatants of Trolian were gathering there.

Rod was not qualified enough to know even where the Fire Hall was located.

Just when he was feeling dejected, one of the King’s Hands brought a decree—

The King had ordered him to follow Horus’s command and return to Star Town immediately to oversee all work.

The King’s Hand were the King’s guards, who obeyed only the King’s commands, thus the decree they delivered was the king’s will.

Rod could ignore Horus’s words because he was the Captain of the King’s Hand and also an Elder candidate – even the Archbishop had no authority over him.

But he had to follow the King’s order.

Rod was incredibly disheartened; after waiting for so long, he was being sent back to Star Town.

What happened to the dangerous combat mission that was promised?

Damn it, liars, I will never trust you again!

Rod glumly took a Spiritual Energy carriage back to Star Town via a special route—due to the war, the distribution of monsters had changed significantly, and the old paths were no longer usable.

After more than two months, Rod once again returned to this familiar territory.

Star Town had undergone drastic changes; at a glance, buildings of varying heights and designs were scattered about, all the barren lands had been developed, bustling residential areas stretched to the perimeter defenses, and the newly built broad avenues and alleys were teeming with people.

Calls from vendors, hawkers, and shouting melded into what formed humanity’s most delightful symphony.

Molly had done her job well.

Rod’s gloomy mood eased quite a bit.

Once he calmed down, he began to contemplate why the King and Horus had made such arrangements.

Undoubtedly, having successfully reclaimed Star Town, he had proven his combat ability.

Although the Black Battle Group and Nun Group were not numerous, the Royal City could allocate a new combat cluster to him.

And although the area between Star Town, the Star City, and the Royal City was vast, it harbored no lethal threats.

There were no safety issues either.

So, why then?

Rod pondered deeply for a while, and suddenly a thought struck him.

When he was in the White Tower, the Great Prophet Iyeta had prophesied that he would encounter a fatal threat in the future, and that threat would come from someone close to him.

Those close to Rod were mostly in Star Town.

They want me to root out the danger!

Rod came to this realization in an instant.

Yes.

It had to be the case.

Otherwise, their uncharacteristic actions were inexplicable.

But then, who could it be?

Rod engaged in tense reflection yet again.

His first thought was of Molly.

Without a doubt, Molly was the closest person to him, having reached a point of negative distance.

When it came to closeness, no one could beat her.

So, could she be the one who poses a fatal threat to me?

Rod couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He quietly exited the car, merged into the crowd, and arrived outside the Administration Hall of Star Town.

Inside the hall, countless staff were bustling about, each one working desperately. The hurried footsteps of people coming and going made the entire scene extremely busy.

It only took Rod a glance to spot Molly.

She sat in the highest seat, still wearing that pair of gold-rimmed glasses, her long hair piled high, her delicate face still bearing only a stern expression.

Dozens of people stood before her with their heads hanging in defeat.

Molly scolded them for a good while before picking up the teaching stick and striking each person’s palms ten times.

It was a genuine beating, and Rod saw one man being whipped to tears.

The ominous feeling grew heavier, and Rod began to worry.

What if Molly really was that person?

He was so engrossed in thought that he didn’t notice someone had discovered his presence.

"Lord Rod!"

In an instant, all eyes in the Administration Hall were on him.

When they recognized Rod’s face, a huge commotion swept through Star Town.

——

——

Exhausted, Rod returned to his room that evening.

Only to find that Molly had already been waiting for him in the room.

"Molly."

Rod said tiredly.

"I’m a bit tired, I don’t want to..."

A warm and slightly fragrant breath overwhelmed him, and the moist softness sealed the words that were about to follow.

——

In the following days.

Rod mournfully discovered that Molly’s biggest threat to him was possibly exhausting him to death.

The person of prophecy shouldn’t be her.

Rod then investigated many others, but found nothing suspicious.

It seemed that the most likely candidate was still Mephit.

Only her curse and the characteristics she bore could put him in danger.

However, Rod was confident.

With the Resurrection Stone, even if he died accidentally, he could be revived.

And Humanity could resist all Pollution and Corruption, so he wasn’t worried about soul degradation.

There were still 79 points of Divinity left and, combined with the Resurrection Stone he already possessed, he could die eight times over.

Rod didn’t believe anything could kill him that many times.

So, after a few days of searching, Rod gave up and re-immersed himself into regular training, periodically managing the development of Star Town.

However, the system of Star Town was already quite complete, and Molly, acting as a provisional Mayor, was extremely competent. Her ability to handle affairs was beyond imagination; meticulous and thorough were her traits, leaving no room for error in anything she did.

For present-day Star Town, Molly was the best Mayor.

Rod watched Star Town prosper day by day, and thinking that all this was future Divinity, he couldn’t help but feel happy.

He was in no rush now.

The recovery pace of the Book of Knowledge had clearly accelerated recently. Once it completed this stage of soul recovery, they could hunt the Spirit Realm Monsters and the other remnants of the Ancient God Heragotos.

Hmph.

I’m not even eager to kill those weak monsters myself.

Killing tens of thousands of them wouldn’t yield many Souls Without Spirit; far inferior to hunting powerful monsters.

The Star Shuttle still needed three Great Souls to reach its full state.

During this time, Rod deeply felt the power of this star; the Star Line was simply the perfect weapon, and he was very much looking forward to how the Star Line would change when the Star Shuttle reached its full state.

Moreover, this star was extremely powerful, providing a very high Soul Strength, which might allow him to break through to Ninth Level Spiritual Energy, enter the domain of the Strong, and become a Third Level Combatant.

Ninth Level Spiritual Energy required 500 thousand ticks of Spiritual Power Strength.

And his current reading was 221 thousand ticks; still 279 thousand ticks short.

The gap was a bit large... Rod thought. The Star Shuttle might not be enough; I need to ignite new stars.

Hmm, there are four stars that still lack "Quantification."

If he could find the corresponding Source Material for "Quantification," the Strength would surge massively.

Rod glanced over.

Frost Blue required Ancient God Ashes, Justice Execution required Divine Blood Gemstone, Spirit Elegy required Child of the Stars, and Divine Sense required Divine Skull.

All things he had never heard of.

Where am I supposed to find these?

Just as Rod was fretting.

Outside Star Town.

A blood-red figure emerged from the depths of the Black Fog, and a chaotic, hoarse voice carrying a sense of illusion resonated through the Void.

"Let’s start with this bastion of human hope."