The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 570 - 346 Our Glory_3

Chapter 570: Chapter 346 Our Glory_3

The King gently patted Rod’s shoulder and said warmly, "Go now, our new star. The Saint Fire Project has advanced significantly because of your existence. I have waited many years, and it has finally reached a critical stage. Your growth has exceeded all expectations, and perhaps you can even partake in it when the time comes."

The King smiled faintly, with flames flickering in his golden eyes.

"I am looking forward to that moment."

——

After Rod left, Horus soon departed as well— as one of the most powerful archbishops in the history of the Holy Church, his personal strength had surpassed that of First Level Combatants, reaching the standard of Special Level Combatants.

Therefore, the burden on his shoulders was much heavier than that of ordinary people.

Since the Trolian Kingdom had entered a full combat state and launched a campaign to the west, he had very little time to spare, often having to deal with complicated church affairs while engaged in intense battles.

The Holy Church was an important organization for maintaining the stability of the Trolian Kingdom, responsible for calming the populace, healing diseases, rescuing the injured, and all praying and sacrificial activities.

Whenever war started, fierce battles would bring about tumultuous unrest.

This was also when the Holy Church was busiest.

Horus’s work was very cumbersome, but at the same time, he had to provide support everywhere— the change in situation that a near Special Level Combatant could bring about was tremendous, and the Hall could not sit by idly without employing it.

This was an inevitable matter.

As the western campaign drew a significant number of combatants, the pressure on defense in various places rose sharply.

The huge disturbances of Spiritual Energy caused by the large-scale war made the world shrouded in Black Fog far from peaceful, with abnormal states occurring frequently.

As the last defense line of Human Kingdoms, the Fire Hall was also pushed to its limit.

Every Hall Level warrior was continually dispatched to deal with abnormal states, with only the shortest time for rest.

The stronger the warrior, the more frequent the battles.

Trolian was like a tightly drawn bowstring, the immense pressure could make it snap at any time, yet it could not stop.

This was also why the King’s plan was met with fierce opposition initially.

No one wanted to take such a risk.

Nor did the King.

But this was an inevitable matter, as the intensity of the Holy Fire had far exceeded its limit.

No one knew this; the prevailing theory in the Royal City suggested that the power of the Holy Fire was limitless, and as long as there was enough Fuel Element and Firewood, the Holy Fire could grow infinitely stronger.

It was not until well after the King’s coronation that the abnormality of the Holy Fire was discovered.

But by then it was too late to reverse the situation, as lowering the strength would mean abandoning the entire Outer City District and the death of tens of millions of people.

Humanity’s already precarious living space would shrink even further, and the number of new Fire Holders each year would significantly decrease.

The Trolian Kingdom would regress by fifty, even a hundred years.

The King’s dream would become unattainably distant.

——That was also a prophecy.

Before the King assumed his role, the Master of the White Tower was not Meredith but his teacher, Alai Pedro.

Before the fire transmission ceremony, Alai Pedro completed a miracle-like Source Prophecy with his soul.

The result of the prophecy was: "The next King of Trolian will lead the survivors of the Dark Epoch, restoring the former glory of mankind."

Indeed.

The King remembered every word of the prophecy distinctly.

Those words, exchanged for by the soul of the elder he most respected, on the moment Alai Pedro turned to ashes before him, he would never forget.

That brief prophecy was branded into his soul like steel, becoming his spirit and his belief for the following twenty years.

And he had indeed achieved it.

Trolian under his rule was far more powerful than before; its population had doubled, its resources surged, its space expanded, united internally, thriving in every aspect.

Until the Holy Fire started exhibiting anomalies.

That was Trolian’s greatest turning point.

Since then, the swiftly developing Trolian suddenly came to a halt, internal rifts began emerging, contradictions grew, and Doomsday believers started running rampant.

Faced with such a predicament, the King had to stay in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground for extended periods, spending most of his time guarding the Holy Fire.

He even had to weave an illusion that the King was indulging in pleasures to cover up the truth, causing the dispute over the King Candidate to become more acute.

But all this was for the Saint Fire Project.

He was about to do something unimaginable to his predecessors; he planned to conquer another Fire King City sunk in the Black Fog—Tasnia’s Starry Sky City, slay another King, and seize the Holy Fire Seed of the Starry Kingdom that had perished 1500 years ago.

It was an incredibly risky plan.

He had safer options available.

But that way, the possibility of regaining humanity’s glory would be lost, and humans would be forced to abandon their dignity, amputate their surplus brethren, and live in humiliating crouching beneath the darkness brought by the Black Fog.

Such a shadow, a hundred, two hundred years, could not erase it.

The King couldn’t accept that.

He had heard of humanity’s splendor; they once ruled the heavens and the earth, the land, and the seas, walking proudly in every corner of the world, even the gods had to bow their proud heads to them.

He also firmly believed that he could rebuild human glory.

Even if it was just a little bit.

Therefore, the King chose to venture.

It was a choice almost of despair.

During the preparation process, the obstacles the King encountered were unimaginable, without a glimpse of hope for success.

He had countless times wanted to give up, and just as many times persevered.

Nor had he imagined that in the not-too-distant future, that almost unattainable Saint Fire Project would actually see a faint glimmer of hope.

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