The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 533 - 332: Spirit Realm Strike

Chapter 533: Chapter 332: Spirit Realm Strike

Royal City.

The depths of the sewers.

The hidden den of the Polluter Sect, heavily destroyed, was forced to relocate deeper.

The dangerous environment and terrifying monsters caused them even greater losses.

What was more serious was the blow to their beliefs. The Polluter Sect always preached that fire is evil, Black Fog is friendly, monsters are not as terrifying as the Royal City claims, and that the true world is blockaded by the Royal City, with paradise lying beyond the Black Fog.

But the monsters in the depths of the sewers were so mutated, deformed, twisted—they were like the untouchable horrors from the deepest nightmares. Even the most devout Doomsday believers found it hard to believe that these monsters could be friendly, let alone accept that they might turn into such things.

No strict doctrine could prevent the cultists from fleeing anymore.

When the Great Sect Leader found a place to hide, the already small team had dwindled to less than a hundred people.

"Great Sect Leader."

In a cave reeking of foulness, damp and muddy, the remaining two Doomsday Bishops looked with pleading eyes at the shadow of the leader before them.

"What shall we do next?"

The shadow gently flipped through the book in hand and said indifferently,

"Do not worry, the hypocrisy of fire will eventually be extinguished, the rule of Black Fog over the land is an undeniable fact. We simply need to lie low here for a while; the cruel Royal City will collapse, the arrogant rulers will fall, and the brainwashed Fire Holders will pay the price for their stupidity."

The Doomsday Bishops exchanged glances, one cautiously saying, "Great Sect Leader, our numbers are few, most of our data points have been destroyed, our hidden agents have either been exposed or lost contact, multiple underground channels have been uprooted, and years of effort have been destroyed in an instant... Although our faith remains unshakable, the believers do not share this firm mindset."

The other also said, "Great Sect Leader, please grant us the confidence of victory."

The shadow cracked a smile, and a hoarse, twisted voice echoed in the hollow cave.

"Apuduo, Kleger, you’ve grown bolder."

The two Doomsday Bishops immediately knelt, not minding the filth splashing over them.

"Great Sect Leader, we did not..."

"Enough."

The shadow stood up.

"Since you’ve brought it up, let me show you how this last Fire Kingdom is crumbling and disintegrating before the endless Black Fog."

Pages of the book flipped without wind, and lines of blood-red text appeared on the pages.

"...Ah, although the reasons are unknown, the strongest warrior in this surviving human kingdom has reached the limit of his endurance, with five months of battle pushing the fatigue accumulated in his soul to a considerable depth. Pollution quietly seeped through the cracks in his soul, yet nobody noticed, because he had endured harder and longer battles before. The pressure on Trolian is so immense that people can’t help but entertain the slim hope—maybe he hasn’t reached his limit yet?"

"But this time is different. Even the strongest steel will break under prolonged use. His fall signifies the beginning of this human kingdom’s destruction, one disaster after another will unfold. The ruts dragged for a thousand years behind the Fire Epoch will vanish without a trace under the devouring Black Fog, and the eternal Dark Age will begin."

The pages flipped rapidly, and with a snap, the book closed, revealing only its black cover.

The two bishops looked up, their eyes once again showing ecstatic delight.

"Great Sect Leader, we know what to do next!"

The shadow stated lightly, "Good, remember, hold firm to your beliefs. If there’s a next time, you will both become its nourishment."

The two Doomsday Bishops instantly felt their soaked backs, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads, sliding into their clothes, the chillness making them feel as if they’d fallen into an ice cellar.

With a thud, they knocked their foreheads hard against the ground, splattering the filthy mud.

"Yes! Great Sect Leader!"

"Go, the Polluter Sect shall thrive continuously, a momentary setback cannot destroy us. When we rise again, you will both become the supreme leaders of the Dark Age."

The two bishops bowed and walked away, covered in mud, and the cave once again fell into absolute silence.

On the stone seat, the shadow suddenly cracked a smile.

"Heh, Descender Sect..."

"Son of Destiny... I shall send you a welcoming gift first. I hope you like it, hehehe."

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Trident River Region.

Lighthouse No. 20.

Because of strategic changes, the Hall Warriors all appeared dispirited and listless, regardless of how the two Commanders tried to encourage them.

To them, they should have been the main force in any battle, or at least able to participate in key battles. It was unexpected that they would be excluded here.

This meant that all they had done before was meaningless.

Everyone was sullen.

Except for Rod.

He was still as energetic as ever, fighting battles everywhere, hunting monsters.

His Black Battle Group was the same, to the delight of the two Commanders, who thought Rod had an exceptional mindset, not arrogant or impatient, and they conveyed this to Guardian Chucher, so he could encourage other Hall Warriors to learn from this model child.

Of course, that was not the case.

Rod actually also regretted not being able to rest properly for a few days, but as soon as he woke up, the Book of Knowledge started causing a commotion in his mind.