The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 581 - 350 Disaster Source_2

Chapter 581: Chapter 350 Disaster Source_2

Iron Beard dispatched nearly all of his elite reconnaissance teams to investigate; they must bring back accurate intelligence, clarifying the origins and numbers of the giant Horror Demons, as well as what was happening deep in the Black Forest.

There was not much time for rest, Amendo and Iron Beard, seasoned in battle, knew that this precious opportunity must not be missed.

Everyone was tense, except for Rod.

He returned to his room, comfortably lay on the bed, left the recent events out of his mind, and took inventory of his gains, almost bursting with laughter inside.

In the recent battle, he had obtained over fifty million souls, along with the souls of more than sixty giant Horror Demons.

This was the most fruitful harvest he had ever had in a single battle.

Sacrificing the souls of the giant Horror Demons had given him a taste of what a surprise felt like.

Besides more than one hundred thousand souls, he also gained over two hundred units of spirituality and a large amount of soul residue.

The yield was definitely substantial.

After sacrificing these sixty-odd souls, Rod gained another six million-plus souls and over ten thousand units of spirituality, as well as mountains of soul residue, which he placed outside.

The Book of Knowledge was very pleased, telling him that just a few more times would be enough to completely repair the Dream Protection.

Rod was also brimming with confidence, quickly falling into a deep sleep on the rocking chair. Soul Blast had not consumed much of his spiritual energy, but darting back and forth across the battlefield at high speed had drained a lot of it.

He needed to replenish. "Awakening" was useless in prolonged combat; it essentially was robbing Peter to pay Paul, ultimately at a loss.

It was just that Rod had always seemed to profit by running deficits until he flipped the table, letting the monsters pay off all his debts, so it seemed very profitable.

But now, he couldn’t use that tactic again, as it would lead to increased pollution of the world, reduce his divinity, and be a loss not worth the gain.

Therefore, improving the efficiency of spiritual energy use and taking every opportunity to recover spiritual energy was very important.

The cabin’s rocking chair was particularly important at this moment.

——

When the messenger woke him up, his spiritual energy had already recovered by ninety percent.

Not a bad recovery.

Rod stretched languidly, pleased.

The combined effect of the rocking chair and Frost Blue was somewhat effective.

He quickly left his room and went to the city walls, where Amendo and Iron Beard had already been waiting for him.

"How’s your recovery?" Iron Beard asked.

Rod smiled, "Very good, full of energy, spiritual energy brimming."

Amendo glanced at him and said indifferently, "Then let’s fight."

"Yes!"

The battle began once again.

The roaring of the Spiritual Power Cannon and the howling of the Gale echoed once again over the expanse of Storm Castle.

In this round, Rod killed over five hundred giant Horror Demons, obtaining more than fifty million souls.

The Book of Knowledge was incredibly excited, "Master, have you finally awakened?"

Rod was so thrilled that he laughed heartily, "Of course! Shall we repair the entire Dream Realm then?"

The Book of Knowledge flipped a page, obviously tempted by the proposal, yet it still denied it.

"Repairing the Dream Protection will suffice. Next, you need to ignite the Eighth Star as quickly as possible. The seven sources required for the star are already filled, even one extra. Now you just need seven hundred million souls and seven pieces of Soul Firewood."

Rod asked surprised, "Doesn’t it also need seven Great Souls?"

The Book of Knowledge said, "We have two very Great Souls, ’The Soul of the Nightmare Lord Latotip’ can count as four Great Souls, ’The Soul of the Fla Soul Devouring Ant Queen’ is somewhat incomplete, only equivalent to three Great Souls, making a total of seven Great Souls, exactly fulfilling the star’s needs."

The Book of Knowledge paused before continuing.

"After igniting the star this time, ’Wind’s Phantom’ will directly be in complete state, enabling the strength of the soul power you obtain to elevate your spiritual power level by another rank. At that time, you should be able to enter the upper echelons of existing humanity. You should then have the authority to use their power for your benefit, to gain more souls and divinity."

"At that time, our development should be able to move onto the fast track."

Rod’s eyes lit up; the words of the Book of Knowledge were very accurate. Unlike normal people, the stronger his power, the faster his growth.

But soon, his expression returned to calm.

Because he was very clearly aware that even if he captured enough souls, he could not ignite the Eighth Star.

The requirement of seven pieces of Soul Firewood was an insurmountable barrier; he must wait until the next moment when the stars shone, and gain divinity before he could possibly ignite it.

He could only gather the souls first.

Rod thought to himself.

However, things did not go as smoothly as Rod had imagined.

As the battle progressed, he was surprised to find that the number of souls he was obtaining was dwindling.

Previously, killing one yielded more than 100,000 souls, but later, it wasn’t even 50,000.

Before, killing ten would yield a complete soul, but now, even a hundred kills wouldn’t yield one.

However, the giant Horror Demons instead became increasingly massive and increasingly difficult to kill.

What the hell is going on?

After once again clearing the giant Horror Demons within the range of the firelight, Rod couldn’t help but raise his concerns with Amendo and Iron Beard.

Amendo and others had noticed the problem early on; the giant Horror Demons were becoming more troublesome, yet their souls were becoming thinner, which also meant that it was getting harder for them to hit a soul vulnerability.

Sometimes, two air cannons couldn’t even produce a single soul vulnerability.

Amendo had already taken the third Goddess’ Tears and was also feeling the strain.

"Something is not right,"

said Iron Beard with a grim expression.

"This defies logic, the weaker the souls, the monsters cannot possibly be getting stronger,"

Rod had wanted to question this point long ago.

"Even before, this was not right, these giant Horror Demons, at their scale, how could their soul strength possibly be just Fierce Level?"

Iron Beard and the commanders were jolted by this statement; they had never realized this before. They just thought the giant Horror Demons were extremely frustrating, a Fierce Level Super Rank was relatively low for their power, but it wasn’t too absurd.

But now that they thought about it, it clearly seemed fishy.

Amendo calmly said, "There is a more powerful existence behind them, it’s the source of the disaster. These giant Horror Demons are its creations, born because of it at least."

Iron Beard suddenly came to a realization.

"Right, Lord Amendo is correct, their souls are weak while their bodies are strong, they haven’t adapted to their bodies, obviously just recently created... Your experience is invaluable."

Rod frowned and said, "Are you saying, there’s something terrifying in the Black Forest that created these Horror Demons, driving them to attack Storm Castle?"

Iron Beard nodded, "Not entirely correct, but you can understand it that way."

Suddenly, Amendo’s expression darkened, "Bad news, if that’s the case, Tai Luo and his squad are in danger."

Rod asked, "What... were they doing?"

Iron Beard explained, "They were originally sent to disrupt and destroy the Black Forest, interfere with the gathering of black fog, naturally forming Horror Demons. But now, it seems that the Horror Demons are clearly not naturally formed by the Black Forest, otherwise there wouldn’t be a misalignment of soul and body."

Rod frowned and said, "You hadn’t discovered this before?"

Iron Beard shook his head.

"Similar situations had not occurred before, and minor anomalies were explainable,"

shouted a commander, "Wrong target, we need to recall them immediately."

Just then, the scouting team sent by Iron Beard returned one after another.

They brought back a terrifying message.

From Storm Castle to the Black Forest, the entire path was swarmed with giant Horror Demons.

An endless sight, at least tens of thousands.

And in the Black Forest, there were even more such giant shadows, but as the Black Forest was too dangerous, no one dared to enter, so they couldn’t determine the exact number.

"How is this possible?"

exclaimed Iron Beard.

"What happened inside the Black Forest, why are there so many?"

All the commanders and captains looked ashen.

With so many giant Horror Demons, how could they resist?

The Spiritual Power Cannon is not unlimited; it consumes the spiritual energy in the Spiritual Power Pool, and Amendo and Rod couldn’t possibly keep fighting indefinitely; they were not Alan.

At this rate, Storm Castle could not possibly be held, it would inevitably fall.

The situation suddenly became as bad as it could possibly get.

What to do?

Everyone looked towards Amendo.

Amendo was silent for a long time before saying, "Now, there is only one way."

"Order Tai Luo to find the source of the disaster and eliminate it."

"I’ll go to support them..."

"No!" Rod urgently shouted, "I’ll go!"