The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 497 - 317 Everyone Must Die_2

Chapter 497: Chapter 317 Everyone Must Die_2

Only the bone-chilling gale and the rolling black fog surrounded him.

Rod took a deep breath, pulled out the Red Tear Stone, and wore it on his body.

The emanating red light isolated the erosion of the black fog, halting the decline of humanity.

Activating the Eye of the Soul, his vision instantly broadened.

But he was too high up and still couldn’t see the ground.

The gale howled past his ears as he was rapidly descending.

However, for him now, this speed was very slow.

Rod thought for a moment, took out a useless rock from the Dream Realm, lightly tossed it, and with a surge of Spiritual Energy, stepped on it forcefully.

The rock shattered through the air and hadn’t flown far before it disintegrated, turning into powder.

Rod’s downward speed increased slightly.

It was a clumsy method, but better than nothing.

After repeating this a few times, Rod finally saw the ground, saw the light.

It was a lighthouse.

The reflector atop the tower had been shattered, leaving only the Residual Fire burning within the brazier.

Outside the lighthouse were nothing but gigantic black monsters, which resembled a combination of centaurs and ants, with their fiery-red shells covered in black corruption marks and long black bristles covering their bodies.

Their bodies were relatively small compared to their massive tails, which were disturbing to behold.

These black ants had surrounded the lighthouse completely, the faint light struggling within this black torrent, the light from the Residual Fire utterly unable to restrain them.

Many ants climbed up the tower, and the warriors defending it were engaged in a bloody battle.

This reminded Rod of an unpleasant memory, so he quickly took out another discarded object and accelerated downward.

Meanwhile, at the tips of his fingers, a silver light flickered as a spinning Star Shuttle quickly took shape.

Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, the Star Shuttle, pushed to its limits, burst through the air, leaving behind a bright silver streak and hitting the head of an ant on the tower directly.

The immense penetrating force instantly pierced its skull, and the spinning Shuttle’s tremendous impact force further tore its small head into countless fragments.

The Black Ant fell silently to the ground, while the Star Shuttle, undiminished in speed, subsequently pierced through three more ants, exploding in the abdomen of the fourth.

Four black lines flew through the air.

Soul Without Spirit +1612

Soul Without Spirit +1511

Soul Without Spirit +1607

[Soul of the Demonized Soldier Ant]

Embraced by a long-missed sensation, Rod couldn’t help but smile.

From below, inside the lighthouse, came the astonished cries of the warriors.

"Support, we’ve got support!"

"There’s hope for us yet!"

As a second whistle sounded, three more ants were slain.

Three black lines soared through the air and, judging by the souls gained, Rod roughly estimated these ants to be of the Fierce Level, Middle Rank.

To him now, monsters of this rank posed no threat; as long as their numbers did not exceed the limit, the more that came, the more would die.

Rod’s fingers flicked continuously, launching one Star Shuttle after another towards the tower, knocking down climbing ants one by one.

[Star Shuttle] This star was simply born for combat; Rod’s stars before were too special, either for recovery, with a particular function, or a big-move type.

He hadn’t had a single one for regular combat.

Only now did he have a means suitable for battle.

And his recent seclusion had allowed him to control the Star Shuttle as he wished.

On average, every three seconds, a Star Shuttle burst forth, hitting several ants with precision.

The Black Ants were not strong, and Rod didn’t need to charge to the limit; a three-second Star Shuttle was the most streamlined state, swift, fast, powerful enough, and cost-effective.

If it had been before, he wouldn’t have been able to shoot such precise and efficient Star Shuttles.

Indeed, training during combat allowed one to quickly digest past experiences.

Strength would grow faster than through mere fighting.

Watching the black lines fly towards him and rapidly acquiring Soul Without Spirit and Complete Souls, Rod felt immense joy in his heart.

Soon, the ants on the lighthouse were exterminated, and the warriors’ crises were resolved, their cheers audible from a great distance.

The Captain pointed into the distance, shouting loudly, "Look! That’s our support!"

Boom!

A loud crash, and a red-tinged figure fell from the sky, landing heavily on the ground and crushing an ant beneath its feet.

Shards of carapace and blackened acid liquid splattered in all directions, but not a single drop fell on Rod; the powerful Spiritual Energy field he created repelled any high-speed approaching objects.

After yet another Star had been quantified, Rod’s Spiritual Energy was infinitely close to the Ninth Level.

Once he crossed this final chasm, Rod would officially enter the ranks of the strong.

In the ranking system of Trolian, the strong corresponded to Strong Monsters, while Fierce Level Monsters already had a class difference and couldn’t pose a threat.

Silver light shot from Rod’s fingertips, rapidly forming a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other.

With his left hand holding the shield and his right grasping the sword, a surge of mighty Spiritual Energy arose, and the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy rolled out like waves, pushing the ants back and clearing a circular space within the black horde of monsters.

With a loud cry, Rod charged into the midst of the swarm.

The silver longsword danced up and down, and the giant black ants before it crumbled like expired cheese, with no ability to defend. A series of silver zigzags sliced the black swarm into pieces.

The warriors at the lighthouse were stunned, and after a long while, the captain trembled as he said, "This... This is a Hall Level warrior! A High Rank combatant!"

"What did you say?" asked a warrior in confusion.

"The Hall, the Fire Hall!"

The captain’s smile twisted his mouth; his jaw was no longer under control.

"Hahaha, we’re saved! Do you see his heroism? That’s the strong, our hope, our savior, our pillar. When this is done, you’d all better show respect, addressing him as ’Your Excellency,’ got it?"

The warriors exchanged glances, seeing confusion in each other’s eyes, but obeying orders was their sacred duty.

"Yes, Captain!"

From afar, they watched their savior wreak havoc below.

Two flashes of silver darted through the swarm, unimpeded as if in an uninhabited realm, leaving a trail of ant corpses scattered everywhere.

The mass of ants was alarmed, swarming toward him, but the silver light met no obstruction; it was like an indestructible silver butterfly gracefully and effortlessly slicing through the waves of ants, bisecting any monster it touched.

"Captain, should we go down and support him?"

The captain fell silent for a few seconds, then clenched his teeth and said, "Those injured stay in the tower; those in good condition follow me down. Be careful not to trouble His Excellency, and do what we can to clear the edges of the swarm."

"Yes!"

Above the bright lighthouse, dozens of warriors leaped down, starting to clear the monsters along the fringes of the swarm.

Rod was initially worried when he saw them join the fight.

But after seeing them carefully hunt down stragglers, he was relieved.

Indeed, the warriors’ combat system was quite mature; they didn’t rashly charge into the midst of the swarm.

That made sense.

After all, having survived for a thousand years in the Dark Epoch, if Trolian had no coping methods, it would have perished long ago and not survived until today.

Rod himself should have received such an education, but he grew up too fast, lacking many experiences.

He would have to catch up when he had the time.

Rod thought to himself.

My foundation is still not strong enough; I need to consolidate.

Otherwise, how can I lead my Battle Group in the future? I can’t always have Molly handle everything, can I?

About a clock hour later,

Rod and the lighthouse warriors together had finished off all the black ants in the area.

Looking at the ant corpses turned to black dust on the ground, Rod once again wore a smile.

He stepped forward and embraced the captain, surrounded by the cheers of the warriors.

He intended to say something, but was instantly submerged by the warriors rushing to him.

At the bottom of the crowd, Rod’s heart was filled with unusual emotions.

Long ago, it had been a lighthouse like this one, a crisis like this one.

That time ended in tragedy.

Back then, he wasn’t strong enough, powerless against the swarms of monsters.

But not this time.

Rod felt the warmth of the crowd, their joyful faces, their excited laughter, and he had never felt as satisfied as he did at that moment.

I’ve grown stronger,

he thought.

And I will become even stronger.

I refuse tragedy; I want to see smiles in this dark world.

Anything that stands in my way, no matter who, what monster, or what rank,

Must die!