The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 532 - 331 Never Extinguished_3

Chapter 532: Chapter 331 Never Extinguished_3

Horus hesitated to speak. Amendo, in his youth, was also a strong warrior who fought in many battles, fully deserving the title of a nearly Special Level Combatant. Had he not been seriously injured in the battle against the Void Demon, he might have become one of the seven Fire Sons.

But now he’s too old, his soul worn out, his old injuries unhealed; no one knows how much fighting strength he still has left.

In the end, Horus remained silent. Considering the difficult situation at hand, any bit of strength was valuable.

The King nodded slightly.

"I wish you a vigorous Guardian Fire."

Amendo bowed his aged body.

"I wish for humanity’s eternal existence."

After Amendo left, Dalin continued speaking.

"The battles at Wind Fury Cape and Ash Lake are not going well, with slow progress. At this rate, our rendezvous with Star Town and Star City to complete the first phase of our battle objectives will be significantly delayed, as will our assault on Storm Pass and our march into the Dark Great Plain."

"According to the calendar drawn by the White Tower, it’s almost impossible for us to attack Tasnia’s Starry Sky City before the Bright Festival."

A look of worry spread across Horus’s face, "Can we delay it?"

"No," the King shook his head slightly.

"We must reach Starry Sky City before the Bright Festival. The battle with the other Fire King City is unprecedented, and the Bright Festival is the best time window. If we can’t make it, we will have to wait until next year’s Bright Festival."

The Bright Festival is the most important holiday in Trolian, marking the division between years.

When it arrives, the old year comes to an end, and a new year begins.

The Bright Festival lasts for seven days. During this period, the Black Fog disappears without a trace, monsters hide in silence, and the power of fire is greatly enhanced—the light from the Holy Fire even reaches the flames of other towns.

The radiance of life and soul reflects each other, the earth is covered in light for the first time, and the power of the Black Fog is greatly diminished.

These seven days are the greatest celebration for humanity; only during this time can people let down their guard and jointly celebrate the remnant life of fire.

The King scheduled the final battle of the Holy Fire plan for the Bright Festival for profound reasons.

No one can be certain how many powerful monsters lie hidden in the Fire King City that has been shrouded in darkness for millennia.

What kind of monster the last Queen of the Starry Kingdom has become, after devouring the Holy Fire Seed and then lurking in the silence of the Black Fog for fifteen hundred years, is also unknown to anyone.

Under such circumstances, choosing to fight during the Bright Festival, when the fire is most powerful and the force of the Black Fog is weakest, is the best decision.

If we miss it, we can only wait until next year.

But considering the current condition of the Holy Fire, the King is not sure if it can last until next year.

Therefore, their time is incredibly urgent.

This is also why Trolian is mired in a quagmire of difficulties.

Dalin was silent for a long time, his deep gaze almost piercing through the Fog Disk.

"Then,"

He spoke, his voice now hoarse.

"The Sixth Main Legion can only go to support Wind Fury Cape. Horus, you go to assist North City to prevent major upheavals on the Dark Plain, and I will go to aid Victory Castle."

Horus asked, "Who will take care of the day-to-day affairs of the Hall and the Military War Department?"

Dalin said in a deep voice, "I will leave a spirit in the Fire Hall, and the Military War Department will have to be managed by His Majesty."

The King nodded slightly, "Good."

Horus anxiously said, "The Nightmare Lord Latotip is again showing signs of unrest. How can you, the King, safeguard the Holy Fire and also take over the Military War Department for you?"

The King smiled and said, "Little Horus, don’t worry, that old monster is no match for me. My powerful aura has penetrated the Spirit Realm, and it doesn’t dare make a rash move."

Horus was at a loss for words, and a few seconds later, he said, "What about the battlefield at Trident River? There’s a powerful invasion from the Spirit Realm, the Insect Queen Flara is nearing her elevation, and Guardian Qiuqie’er alone won’t hold. Once Trident River falls, our central regions will be compromised, and our problems will multiply."

Dalin calmly said, "We can only rely on Alan."

Horus hurriedly said, "Alan is fighting a bloody battle in Wind City, and he needs to come back to support the battlefield at Trident River?"

Dalin’s tone was unwavering as he said, "I will allow the Spirit Realm monsters to invade so that Queen Flara can successfully ascend. With this, she will no longer hide herself and can easily be marked with a waypoint. Alan will be able to quickly reach the battlefield and slay the Queen."

Horus objected, "The burden on the soul from the Space Waypoint is immense, and by doing this, won’t the monsters Alan faces be even stronger?"

Dalin calmly replied, "This is the best method. I can’t find a better one."

"But, but..."

Dalin lifted his gaze and looked at him. "Horus, I know Alan is under great pressure; he hasn’t rested since the end of Sun Day. But there’s nothing I can do; Alan’s combat abilities surpass all of ours."

"Trust me, I am more worried about losing him than any of you are, but I also believe that Alan will become a hero of humanity, one who will stand out even in the millennium-long history of mankind."

"Just like Trolian."

Horus stepped back, and he saw that Dalin’s eyes were bloodshot.

In a moment, he realized that the pressure faced by the highest leader of the Military War Department was far beyond his imagination.

Not just Aran, but everyone was under tremendous pressure.

"That’s it then,"

the King stood up, making his final decision.

The hall was utterly silent, no one spoke.

"My lords,"

the King said with a slight smile, flames kindled in his chest and gradually enveloped his entire body.

"Light and miracles, they do exist."

"Please believe in me."

With a poof,

the roaring flame traced a long line of fire that, under the watchful eyes of Dalin and Horus, flew into the center of the Guardian Fire in the hall and disappeared without a trace.

Only its echo resonated within the hall.

----

Eight hundred thousand meters from the edge of Trolian,

the Grizzly Hills.

Wind City.

The Black Fog was thick and deep, like dark sediment on the sea floor, hardly drifting.

Below the towering cyan-grey city walls, the lights couldn’t penetrate the fog, making the entire city appear as if submerged in the dark depths of the sea.

Countless figures glowed red as they ran back and forth on the walls.

Occasionally, the light of Spiritual Energy briefly pierced through the fog, only to be swallowed by darkness in an instant.

Only the booming sounds of the Spiritual Power Cannon and the firing of Heavy Crossbows were unhindered as they cut through the air.

The residents of Wind City hid in their homes, gathered around feeble lights, praying that their great hero Aran would never fall.

Outside the city walls.

There were Giants a hundred meters tall.

Their bodies were rotting, covered in huge abscesses, their steps staggering, their Spiritual Energy profound.

The light bombs from the Spiritual Power Cannons and the Crossbow Arrows firing hit them, causing almost no damage.

Where they walked, the ground was covered in a thin black Corrosive Material, and with every step, thick yellow fumes were squeezed out from the crevices of their flesh and blood.

When mixed with the deep Black Fog, they turned into a highly infectious and corrosive poison gas.

Not a single warrior dared step foot here.

Except for Aran.

He moved like a streak of white light through this terrifying flesh forest. His Holy White Great Sword slashed through the fog, tearing apart the Pollution, and cleaving through the rotting Giants.

Black blood accompanied by black flesh fell constantly, hitting the ground and splashing up mounds of black mud as high as several men.

Unnumbered Giants fell, unnumbered Giants rose.

The torn Black Fog instantly closed back in, everything seeming endless.

But everyone on the city walls knew that if it wasn’t for Aran, these terrifying Pus Giants would have already destroyed the walls, extinguished the Guardian Fire, and turned everyone into monsters.

No warrior could approach these Giants; they could only use ranged attacks, but to little effect.

Their lightless Spiritual Energy was too powerful. Other than Aran, no one could destroy them in one strike.

But Aran had already been fighting for more than ten days straight, resting only for a single night.

Everyone was worried.

Even though he was hailed as the strongest man in Trolian, such a fight also dimmed his light and weakened his Spiritual Energy.

But no one could help him.

The warriors would be infected and corroded just by getting close, not to mention the Giants’ attacks were as swift as thunder, completely incongruous with their slow, staggering pace.

Only Aran.

His Holy White Great Sword could cut through the Giants in one strike. His Spiritual Protection could shield against the Pollution and corrosion. His speed was as swift as light, rendering the Giants’ attacks as harmless as those of children before him.

But it was only Aran.

Even without rest, he could not kill so many Giants; he could only keep them from approaching Wind City.

A city could only depend on one man for protection.

This was both fortunate and unfortunate.

But in this eternally deep and solemn night, everyone hoped that the shining star, the meteor, would never burn out.