The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 564 - 344 Master of Nightmares_2

Chapter 564: Chapter 344 Master of Nightmares_2

Rod tried not to think about it inappropriately.

But her words were too suggestive, and Rod couldn’t help but think of things that couldn’t be described.

Priscilla slightly furrowed her brows, her facial features delicate, her eyebrows like willow leaves. When she frowned, there was an unusual sense of fragility that made one feel a pang of distress.

"You’re still resisting me," she said.

"Uhh... I didn’t have to do this for my previous inspections, they just shone some crystals on me, and that was it."

"That’s not enough," she replied firmly.

"What you’re undergoing is not a simple inspection, but a full one. I need to see every fold, every corner of your soul to ensure you haven’t been eroded by the Black Fog, that your soul has no contamination, corruption, curses, or traces of darkness," Priscilla said with determination.

Rod became slightly nervous.

She wouldn’t find the Dream Realm within my soul, would she?

Although there had been no such signs up to now, according to what she said, those weren’t in-depth inspections.

"Master... my soul is very pure..."

"No," she firmly refused Rod’s plea.

"Many types of pollution are very concealed, especially the backlash of darkening from killing monsters of a certain strength is very powerful. Therefore, we always disapprove of low-rank combatants trying to kill monsters above their level, as it can cause many problems," she paused, then continued earnestly.

"The Fla Soul Devouring Worm Queen is not something someone of your rank should be able to kill. You must undergo a complete inspection."

"But I don’t know how to relax..." Rod looked at her with innocent eyes.

A glint flashed in Priscilla’s eyes, and she calmly took out a Recording Crystal from her bosom. "Then look at this."

"What is it?"

Rod took the Recording Crystal and infused it with Spiritual Energy.

"Holy shit!"

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Priscilla’s slender fingers, white as scallions, were placed on Rod’s chest, and her spirit smoothly entered his soul.

Splash, splash.

Splash, splash.

The sound of water flowed repeated in his ears, and by the time Rod came to his senses, the inspection was over.

"Your soul is very pure," she said lightly.

"No erosion, no pollution, no curses, no corruption, no darkness. You possess a miraculous purification ability that is said to be a function of your Fire Spark, the black food container," Priscilla said calmly.

Rod was stunned for a long moment before he noticed Priscilla’s crystal-like gaze on him.

"Eh, yes, the ability of the black food container. It’s normal for a food container to consume some black and dirty stuff," he said.

Rod’s gaze met hers and, like an electric shock, darted away.

But Priscilla remained calm, saying lightly, "Its purification surpasses imagination, unmatched by any Fire Spark or soul trait. I will report this to the Great Book Library; they will update your records. The next time something similar happens, you won’t need to undergo an inspection."

"Uh, okay."

Priscilla turned and left. She was petite, her long robe trailing on the ground, giving her the air of a little adult.

It took Rod a while to realize that the Recording Crystal in his hand had somehow been smoothly taken from him.

Two burly attendants unceremoniously dragged him out of the Soul Church.

With a thud, the door closed behind him.

It was only then that Rod realized he had passed the inspection.

Looking back, behind him was the annex of the Soul Church, while the constant flow of people at the main hall’s entrance created an unending queue. Fire Holders carrying stretchers intermittently rushed into the church.

These were warriors severely contaminated, in immediate need of purification.

The tense atmosphere infected Rod, making him acutely aware of the nature of the battle humanity was engaged in.

An ancient struggle, never ceased for a moment; humans had no chance of winning, yet they never gave up.

Indistinctly, he heard cheers within the church—warriors who had been successfully saved.

But amidst the cheers, there were also faint cries.

It continued endlessly like a soul-stirring dirge.

A trace of melancholy filled Rod’s heart.

When will we be able to truly live in peace and happiness?

If only the Holy Fire project could succeed.

He thought.

Hopefully, all goes well.

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Fire Hall.

Upon receiving the message from Rod, Dalin couldn’t help but exclaim, "You truly are one of a kind, Rod. Among our new generation, there is no one more special than you."

The Envoy asked, "What should we do, Your Excellency Dalin?"

Dalin said with a smile, "Uphold our promise and reinstate him into the front-line combat sequence."

"But according to the prophecy of the White Tower, he is now in great danger and should not be out of our sight, nor do we have more high-rank combatants to ensure his safety..."

Dalin pointed at the map, "Look, this area here is more dangerous, with several first-class threats."

The Envoy was puzzled for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized, "He is a third-level combatant. According to protocol, to enter this area, one must receive the King’s blessing."

Dalin said with a smile, "Exactly, handle it this way. Off you go."

The Envoy bowed respectfully and left.

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Rod was very happy.

Your Excellency Dalin was indeed a man of his word. Not long after he completed the inspection, two envoys appeared before him, explained the situation, and directed him to seek the King’s blessing at the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

The "King’s blessing" was the blessing given by the King through the power of the Holy Fire, which could enhance the recipient’s strength comprehensively and also carried a certain nature of the Holy Fire, capable of suppressing monsters to some extent.

When dealing with threats above first class, combatants usually have to receive the King’s blessing at the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, especially those with relatively low combat levels.

The area that Rod was about to support happened to contain many first-class threats.

In fact, such blessings were not uncommon; apart from the King’s blessing, the Hall Warriors also received the "Trolian’s blessing."

This was the blessing left by the initial human hero of the Dark Epoch. The flame emblem on the collars of the Hall Warriors and the powers that came with it were all from his blessing.

Rod gladly went to receive the blessing.

The Book of Knowledge in his mind was almost turning over; the bit of soul he had obtained from cleaning the sewers was quickly used up by it.

Without souls to repair its Dream Protection, it was getting very anxious, constantly nagging about how terrible the invasion of high-rank Nightmares was, and how they could directly erode the dream realm and destroy everything if the dream’s defenses were not strong.

Rod sacrificed all the souls on the altar, but it was still not enough to fill the gap. The only thing left, the Insect Queen’s soul, he could not bear to sacrifice.

The Book of Knowledge was very displeased. Rod could not stand its nagging any longer and was also very concerned about the upcoming invasion, eagerly wanting to reengage in battle.

However, when he arrived at the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground in the center of the Upper City, the Fire Priest guarding the place did not allow him to enter.

Despite Rod’s exhaustive attempts to persuade, it was of no use. Fortunately, he had the identity of a Captain of the King’s Hand, and he managed to get a pass for himself, barely managing to slip in.

But upon entering, he ran into Archbishop Horus.

He was straightforward, "Rod, the King is unable to bless you for now."

Rod’s face fell immediately, "Why?"

Horus said solemnly, "The King’s soul is fighting in the Spirit Realm."

This was the first time Rod had heard of such a thing, he exclaimed in surprise, "The Spirit Realm? The King is fighting in the Spirit Realm?"

"It is the King’s soul," Horus corrected.

"Humans cannot exist in the Spirit Realm for too long. The only way to enter the Spirit Realm for a prolonged period is with a soul."

A soul is a concentration of the mind, the essence of thought and will.

But a soul removed from the body and absent the protection of the soul body is extremely fragile.

The King could actually detach his soul and enter the Spirit Realm to battle?

Rod looked over and immediately saw the King sitting on his Throne in front of the massive Holy Fire.

Since Spiritual Vision could not be used within the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, Rod could not judge the King’s state, but he could see a layer of spiritual energy enveloping him.

The King’s head was bowed as though he was in a deep slumber.

"Why does the King need to fight in the Spirit Realm this way?"

A soul on its own has very little strength in battle. If Rod’s soul were to venture out on its own, he probably wouldn’t be able to defeat even a sewer monster.

The King’s actions could be described as extremely risky.

"There was no other choice," Horus replied with a heavy voice.

"The enemy is Latotip, the master of nightmares from the Spirit Realm. It is very strong and has a great capacity for pollution. It must be blocked within the Spirit Realm, or the Holy Fire will face severe interference."

Horus’s voice was grave.

"The King’s battle is not going well. It might take the return and support of the Fire Son to finish the battle."

"During this period, the King cannot bestow his blessing upon anyone."

Rod’s heart sank. Before he could speak, the Book of Knowledge suddenly shouted in his mind.

"Divinity! There’s Divinity!"

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