The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 569 - 346 Our Glory_2

Chapter 569: Chapter 346 Our Glory_2

Unfortunately, it’s useless to me, Rod thought with regret.

As Horus carefully placed the ashes into the Red Stone casket, he no longer had any doubts about the King’s words, his withered face brimming with ecstatic joy.

"This is simply a miracle! We now have one less massive threat, Trolian is under much less pressure, and the Fire Hall can spare more troops to deal with threats everywhere."

He clenched his fists and pressed them to his chest, praying earnestly.

"May the Holy Fire protect us."

The King said with a smile, "The Holy Fire indeed shelters us. Since the crisis in the Trident River Region was perfectly resolved, our situation has been continually improving, hidden dangers are being eliminated, and the advancements of our armies are smoother, easing the crises in the regions as we unleash our power."

A dry smile crossed Horus’s parched face.

"Yes, my King, what comforts me the most is that Alan can finally rest after his fierce battles."

"His deputy, Kaiso, told me that the Soul Purification Ceremony was very successful. The Soul Master spent two days clearing many dangers of Soul Darkening from him, Alan’s combat strength has greatly recovered. Not only was there no delay in the battles, but efficiency has also been significantly enhanced over these two days."

He turned his face toward Rod with a benign smile that could scare a child.

"This is your merit; you have done us a great favor."

Why don’t you give me a bigger reward then... Rod complained inwardly but squeezed out a smile and said, "It’s what I should do. Give me your blessings quick, I’m off to fight."

However, upon hearing these words, Horus shook his head, saying firmly, "No."

Startled, Rod asked, "Why not?"

Horus spoke gravely, "Now that we’ve come this far, I’ll tell you. After you killed the Fla Soul Devouring Worm, I asked the White Tower to carry out a strict prophecy specifically for you. The prophecy shows you are in extreme danger in the near future."

"To ensure your safety, we’ve decided to temporarily forbid you from leaving the bounds of the Royal City."

No way.

Rod could hardly believe his ears.

Are you an idiot? Keeping me in the Royal City is the most dangerous thing to do.

Without soul repair in the Dream Realm and having exhausted my Divinity, the upcoming invasion will be extremely dangerous without any improvements.

"But, but prophecies aren’t always accurate..."

Horus said solemnly, "This was a prophecy personally made for you by Meredith, the Master of White Tower, who expended a vast amount of Spirituality and rare materials. This is the third prophecy focused on you, and the probability of error is extremely slim."

"But the current situation is urgent everywhere, and the Hall is really short on people..."

Horus declared with a heavy voice, "Rod, you need to understand, you are now a Hall Level genius with a strong mark, one of the brightest new stars in recent years. Your safety is very important... The warriors who die for you are valuable; they protected a rising star who will save even more people."

Bullshit!

Rod nearly burst out cursing; not letting him go out is putting him in harm’s way.

But Horus’s words were indisputable, and Rod racked his brains but couldn’t come up with a new excuse. Just then, a sudden warmth through his body, a heat burning like the midday sun washed over him and infused into his limbs.

Rod looked up in astonishment, seeing the King had just put down his hand.

"King..."

"Your Majesty!"

Horus shouted, and those familiar with him knew he only used such a formal address when he was very angry.

"What are you doing?"

The King smiled gently, "Calm down, Horus, anger will only lower your intelligence..."

Horus interrupted him furiously, "Why did you bless him? Do you want to kill our rising star?"

The King said, smiling, "Horus, I think you’re the one who has misunderstood. Prophecies are not wrong, but often it is our interpretation that is. Where do you think Rod’s danger comes from?"

Horus spoke angrily, "From the extremely dangerous, terrifying, and bizarre monsters, of course!"

The King shook his head slightly.

"Not necessarily. Monsters are indeed dangerous, but the ones appearing on the battlefield now are understandable. The incomprehensible ones haven’t arrived yet. After the Trident River battle, little Rod has matured a lot and is a qualified high-rank combatant."

"Real danger to him comes from the inside."

This utterance was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, Horus was startled. "You mean... Doomsday believers?"

"Correct."

"But... the Doomsday believers have already suffered heavy blows. The descendants sect has vanished, the Descender Sect has fallen apart, and the Polluter Sect is hiding deep in the sewers, afraid to show their heads..."

The King gently shook his head, "Horus, the Great Sect Leader Asa and his Book of Destiny are far more troublesome than you imagine. Perhaps they want Rod to stay in the Royal City exactly for implementing their sinister assassination plot."

"But, but." Horus still found it hard to believe, "The battlefield is also very dangerous..."

The King said gravely, "Flowers that bloom in a greenhouse can never face the storm. If Rod wants to become a towering tree, he must endure brutal battles."

"Even if it means perishing mid-way."

The Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground fell silent, only the sound of the Holy Fire burning remained.

After a long while, Horus sighed deeply, "Alright, as You say."

Finally!

Rod let out the breath he’d been holding.

Damn, getting out has really not been easy.