The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 53 - 42 Strange Guardian

Chapter 53: Chapter 42 Strange Guardian

"It’s a Spiritual Energy Mist Lock."

Reslin said calmly.

"It seems that among the upcoming enemies, there are some special beings; we can’t get out without killing the spellcasters."

Rod instantly remembered when he and Lauren fought against the Doomsday believer Bas in the warehouse on Hammer Street, the latter had also claimed to have used a Spiritual Energy Mist Lock.

However, Lauren had simply made the lantern hanging around his waist shine brightly, shattering it and severely injuring Bas.

"Why don’t we use the Spirit Lamp to illuminate the space?"

Reslin looked at him with slight surprise,

"Rod, sometimes you don’t seem like a novice."

He tilted his head slightly:

"This space is too large for us to illuminate."

His expression was very calm, not panicking despite the approach of formidable enemies.

"Let’s fight."

Reslin took a bottle from his waist, drank it in one gulp, took out a tube of blue powder, poured it into his mouth, and then retrieved a box of deep red powder, pouring all of it into the Spirit Lamp hanging from his waist.

The Spirit Lamp suddenly became blazingly bright.

Egger and Karamon handed the same powder to Reslin, who poured it into their Spirit Lamps as well.

The light shifted from blazing to soft, with a hint of flame-tinted yellow.

The wick inside the lamp seemed to burn.

In Rod’s view, a strong, warm, life-infused fire ignited, emitting a power starkly different from the darkness, repelling the cold, desolate, and deadly atmosphere.

"Only half a moment," Egger reminded.

Reslin nodded and placed his hand over the Spirit Lamp.

Rod clearly saw that powerful Spiritual Energy emerged from deep within his soul, flowing along the shiny pathways into the Spirit Lamp.

The flame inside the Spirit Lamp grew even brighter.

"I’m going up."

Karamon clapped his hands, and a blinding Spiritual Light flew into Reslin’s body, lighting up his entire soul.

Reslin’s feet stamped the ground, and his figure surged forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Egger said, "Rod, you stand here, and no matter what happens, don’t come over." The white mist emanated from his hands and feet, lifting his small stature, and he quickly followed Reslin.

Karamon also took off his whip and went over.

Rod stood alone by the wall, the solid darkness blocking all their paths out, and even his Eye of the Soul could not see through it.

The monsters arrived quickly from afar.

The moment they appeared, Rod saw the words floating above their souls.

Mad Sinner.

Type: Cursed.

Threat Assessment: Medium.

Soul Trait: Frenzy.

Danger: Prolonged staring causes frenzied curse.

These were a group of monsters resembling scarecrows, with long limbs and dry bodies, but their heads were a tangled mass of constantly moving intestines, about a dozen in number.

Then, a giant crow appeared.

Evil Black Crow.

Type: Cursed.

Threat Assessment: High.

Soul Trait: Spiritual Energy Mist Lock.

Danger: Once you see it, you cannot escape.

This grotesque crow, its body decaying, was no larger than a pig, but its head was bigger than an entire carriage, and on its massive beak were six pairs of red glowing eyes.

Rod didn’t have time to dwell on the strangeness he felt, he loudly yelled out the information he had seen.

But the battle had already begun, and they couldn’t spare any attention to answer.

Reslin’s entire body was aboil with Spiritual Energy, unleashing full firepower, a volley of steel needles sweeping across the field, firmly grabbing the attention of all the scarecrows and the black crow.

The massive light emanating from his Spirit Lamp baked them like the sun, sporadic flames igniting on them, slowing their movements.

Whenever peripheral monsters tried to escape the despised light, Reslin would dash over, firing steel needles, chopping with his sword, and slamming with his shield to force them to turn back.

When they attacked him, he would instantly turn, letting heavy strikes hit his broad back, the scarecrows’ stick-like arms hitting him caused no damage, instead getting pierced by the reflected steel needles.

Reslin maneuvered through the horde, his large sword and square shield whirling up and down, slashing so the scarecrows’ brains splattered chaotically, turning smoothly like silk, never allowing any threatening attack to hit his front.

The only thing that could injure him was the black crow.

Its Spiritual Power Strength was a tier above the other monsters, its massive beak piercing through Reslin’s back defenses, unafraid of the steel needles.

These needles couldn’t even pierce its feathers.

After taking a hit, Reslin no longer engaged it directly, instead letting Egger handle it.

Though the black crow could break free from the white smoke in one or two seconds, this brief delay allowed Reslin to distance himself, mockingly tossing steel needles onto the black crow’s face.

Although they caused no damage, they continually attracted its hatred.

Meanwhile, Reslin’s back injuries rapidly healed under Karamon’s healing, the battle seemingly dangerous yet under control.

Rod temporarily set aside the weight in his heart as he saw the monsters’ Spiritual Energy weaken under the fire’s illumination, increasingly unable to suppress the flames blazing on their bodies.

The fire grew, and soon the scene turned into dozens of fiery humans encircling Reslin.

Occasionally, Reslin received "Spiritual Power Resonance" from Karamon, each time he would place his hand on the Spirit Lamp and inject Spiritual Energy, causing the flames to flare up significantly.

Under the intense light, the monsters moved even more slowly, their flames growing fiercer.

Only the black crow was unaffected, the light flashing off it instantly, but the constant white smoke disturbed it, preventing it from catching up to Reslin, crashing around the field like a dog.

The situation was perilous, but seemed to be under their control.

Rod thought that they were likely planning to clear out the scarecrows first before turning back to deal with the black crow.

A very reasonable tactic, especially with the firelight in the Spirit Lamp, causing widespread damage to the scarecrows.

The only problem was that they had expended a great deal of strength against the scarecrow, and it was uncertain whether they could defeat the powerful black crow.

No, I need to take some of the pressure off them.

Rod raised his gun, and Spiritual Energy once again surged into the stock.

Perhaps because he had been using Spiritual Energy too frequently, Rod felt mentally exhausted and the charging of the Spirit Gun was a bit slow, taking about 8 seconds to fully charge.

But that didn’t matter.

Under the gaze of the Eye of the Soul, Rod accurately captured every detail on the battlefield and found the perfect timing to shoot, the True Silver Bullets striking a scarecrow that had just received a heavy blow.

At the moment the Soul Waveform became disordered, its Spiritual Energy also stagnated.

This was the flaw.

The True Silver Bullet struck precisely into its disgusting brain, and the black marrow filled with Spiritual Energy released all its power, a massive explosion turned the scarecrow’s head into dust.

The headless body staggered twice before falling to the ground, black ash and fierce flames rising from its body, signifying its complete demise.

The black line flew again, a line of text appearing at the bottom of his eyes.

[Mad Sinner’s Soul]

Huh?

Why is it different this time?

Curiosity was instantly buried deep in his heart, as Rod watched the battlefield nervously.

Although he thought his timing to engage was very good, the monster hit was on the edge of the battlefield, the powerful black crow was bound by white smoke on the opposite side, and Reslin was leaping into the air to release steel needles.

Logically, he shouldn’t have caused too much disturbance, but since this was his first time encountering such a battle formation, he was somewhat afraid of being the weak link.

Luckily, there was no unusual movement in the monster group, as Reslin was still eluding the black crow while sweeping through the scarecrows.

Egger was still constantly emitting white smoke, while Karamon kept swinging out blue water waves from his long whip, healing the wounds on Reslin’s body.

His teammates not yelling at him or warning him indicated that his actions were approved.

Rod’s heart was filled with ecstasy in an instant, so many monsters, so many strong souls, perhaps he could light the third Star.

Having ignited three Fire Sparks less than a month into the academy, he might become a once-in-a-century prodigy of Jinworth Academy, the King inviting him as a guest of honor in the Trolian Kingdom, perhaps marrying off a few princesses or something, he could accept such beautiful days even in such a dark and eerie world.

Hahahaha, my life has hope again, I don’t have to suffer and live in constant fear anymore.

The ecstasy did not affect his composure, Rod once again lifted his gun and accurately found his second target.

With a gunshot, the second scarecrow shattered on the spot.

[Small Soul Chunk]

Tsk, could it be a matter of luck?

Do I have a certain chance of either obtaining a complete soul or a fragment of a soul?

Was it just bad luck earlier?

Rod fired his third shot, and another scarecrow exploded.

[Mad Sinner’s Soul]

Ha ha.

Good fortune.

A slight frustration was instantly dispersed by ecstasy.

Rod grew bolder, quickly fired the fourth and fifth shots.

[Small Soul Chunk]

[Large Soul Chunk]

Not bad.

Rod continued to charge, but his spirit was clearly exhausted.

This was a sign of Spiritual Energy being overused, the Spirit Gun’s charging became extremely slow, taking more than ten seconds to fill.

Rod was anxious, these scarecrows had become weak under the scorching flames, their Spiritual Energy had dimmed a lot, surrounded by fierce flames, they had almost turned entirely into fiery figures.

Clearly, they were almost at their limit.

If it continued like this, he wouldn’t be able to steal any monster heads.

Rod hurriedly took out the Red Powder from his chest, poured it into his mouth.

The red powder, like chili, passed through his throat, hitting his stomach like a ball of fire, and a powerful heat began to radiate from his stomach to his limbs.

His spirit ignited, and his Spiritual Energy boiled as well.

Good!

Rod’s determination was set, the powerful Spiritual Energy surged once more, the Spirit Pressure Gauge skyrocketing.

Bang!

The sixth scarecrow turned to ash.

[Mad Sinner’s Soul]

Good!

Rod’s heart swelled with joy, taking advantage of the effects of the Red Powder, he continued firing wildly, blasting the remaining scarecrows one by one.

He obtained four [Small Soul Chunks], one [Large Soul Chunk], and one [Mad Sinner’s Soul].

Now, only the black crow was left on the field.

The pressure had greatly diminished.

But the danger was still present, with three of them having consumed a large part of their Spiritual Energy, they couldn’t be careless. They focused intently on the only remaining monster, unaware that when the Spiritual Power Lock had failed, a strange figure was quietly observing them from the top of the sewer.

Only Rod noticed something was off.

As long as there was no obstruction, the sight range of the Eye of the Soul was very wide, he clearly saw that figure, hanging upside down at the top like a bat, its Soul Waveform as deep as a tuba.

Unlike monsters, human souls always exhibit various complex and strange shapes.

And this one, he had a deep impression of it.

Guardian of the Iron Cross district, the one called by their signal flares.

The guy wearing half an Iron Mask!

Rod suddenly tensed up.

What’s going on?

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