The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 553 - 340 The Beginning of a Miracle_3

Chapter 553: Chapter 340 The Beginning of a Miracle_3

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Grizzly Hills.

Wind City.

Alan had just returned to the castle hall after a bloody battle, his armor still smeared with blood and flesh and not yet cleansed. The corrosion and pollution had damaged the relic level equipment in many places, causing the once-bright soul to become dim, and the spiritual energy exhausted.

After the night of stars and moons, the pus giant had become even more ferocious, increasing his pressure significantly.

At that moment, an orderly hurriedly ran from afar.

"Sir Alan!"

"Have they arrived?"

Alan drew his saber, focusing his mind as he awaited the call of the Space Waypoint.

But the soul-tearing sensation did not occur, and the orderly, gasping for breath, shouted, "Sir Alan, news from the Trident River Region! The Insect Queen is dead, the ant swarm has been annihilated, the Space Waypoint battle plan is canceled!"

Alan’s tone held a hint of surprise, "Why? Did any of the Fire Sons go there?"

"No, no..."

The orderly panted heavily.

"Sir Alan, it was the Dark Devourer, Rod, who killed the Insect Queen and annihilated the swarm."

"The Military War Department said there’s no need for you to go now."

The air went silent until his adjutant Kaiso’s voice broke the silence, ecstatic.

"Great, tonight we can arrange for a full purification bath, washing away all the impurities you’ve accumulated through so much fighting at once!"

"Quickly, go make the fire!"

"Three times the amount of Purification liquid!"

"Fill up the steam!"

In the midst of noisy commotion, countless people were running to and fro.

Only Alan remained as calm as usual, but if someone familiar noticed his expression, they would see his lips slightly curving upwards.

"It’s young Rod..."

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Royal City.

Jinworth Academy.

As the highest academic organization in Trolian, it also bears the responsibility of educating and training human geniuses.

And those who reach the summit in their field are honored as "Masters."

Now, countless Masters gathered here, arguing over the plan concerning Rod.

"This is no coincidence, he absolutely possesses unimaginable potential!"

"But he himself said it was limited... some effects were just due to the items!"

"That’s bullshit! Find me a similar item, will you?"

"Exactly, even if it was items, they are creations of his soul."

"What the hell is his Fire Spark’s name? Who is the idiot who translated this? ’Black Bucket’... no no, it should be ’Black Big Mouth.’"

"Bullshit, it’s Dark Devourer! We’ve overlooked a lot, the meaning behind this name needs thorough investigation..."

"Cough!"

In the midst of relentless arguing, one of the most revered Masters, Alan’s teacher, old Sword Saint Galen coughed, interrupting the discussion.

"This is the translation decreed by Master Theodore, and no changes are allowed."

Galen’s murky eyes swept over the crowd, most of whom averted their gaze.

"Furthermore, the translator is Duolima, who mastered seventy-six ancient languages. Who amongst you dares claim to be better than him?"

No one spoke.

Galen waited a few seconds, then serenely said, "Rod’s potential is beyond doubt; even within the Hall, he is a shining star, deserving of the [Strong]mark once again."

A slight tremor occurred in the hall, a Hall Level [Strong]mark is a recognition reserved for the most exceptional talents.

The Masters looked at each other, hesitation visible in their eyes.

An old woman in a big red robe coughed and spoke, "Are you sure, Galen, that he could compare with Tai Luo, Rasso, Jessica, Phantom’s Silver Cat, Teresa, Evelyn, and Flying Snow’s stream of light... these people?"

Galen looked at the old woman, his voice decisive.

"Yes, I am sure."

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Royal City.

In the depths of the sewer.

In a gloomy and moist cave.

A dark figure was flipping through a large book on a stone throne, with bright red text flickering on the pages.

"Heh, Alan is doomed. I saw his death star twinkling, the deep, dark age is coming, and I shall be the Dark..."

Bang!

A blast of bright red flames erupted, tearing away half of the book’s pages.

"What?"

The dark figure froze in shock.

"What happened? How could the Book of Destiny..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bright red text exploded like Blast runes one after the other, shredding the thick book into pieces.

"No, no!"

The dark figure wailed madly, desperately trying to grab the pages in vain.

"Why is this? What power is resisting the God of Destiny! This is an Ancient Divine Artifact, in these end times, nothing should be able to counter it!"

In a chorus of lament, the Book of Destiny was blasted to pieces, leaving only half of the book intact.

The dark figure held the book, gasping while kneeling on the ground.

Suddenly, a cultist hearing the noise rushed in, "Great Sect Leader, what..."

Slap!

The cultist was instantly flattened into a thin pool of blood and flesh by an invisible force, and flew into the half of the Book of Destiny, finally stabilizing it.

"What in the world is happening?"

The dark figure gritted his teeth, hatred squeezing through every gap.

"Ah, it’s him... the odd burning Demon curse... the suddenly disappearing Soul Stealer... and the failures before, they all relate to him... it’s him, it has to be him!"

"He must have some kind of secret hidden within him!"

"I must kill him! Uncover his secret, feast on his flesh, and dismember his soul!"

The dark figure suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hehehehe, Rod, you have no idea what you are resisting, no matter what you hide, your death is destined!"

"The fall of Trolian starts with you!"

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