The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 61 - 50 Military War Department

Chapter 61: Chapter 50 Military War Department

After a brief inspection, the Guardian took Rod into the castle.

The castle was brightly lit, with staff members hustling about everywhere.

They all wore uniform attire, blue cloaks, and dark green robes, the only differences being the markings at the collar and the colors of the robes.

Rod followed the Guardian to a room in the center of the second floor of the castle.

The room was not large, and its decorations were simple, with walls covered in various maps. Upon closer inspection, they were all maps of the Royal City, varying in size and scale, some showing only certain sections, others resembling construction blueprints made of lines.

There was a large redwood table in the center, behind which sat three people.

Rod recognized one of them.

One of the four Great Judges of the Internal Affairs Court, the red-haired Iron Mask, Manolo Bana.

The Guardian respectfully bowed to the three, saying, "Lord Muso, Lord Keith, and Sir Manolo Bana, the patrol team from Iron Cross District to the sewers has been brought here."

Manolo Bana’s gaze fixed on him like an eagle.

The middle-aged man with green hair sitting next to him took a deep drag of his cigarette and asked,

"Just him alone?"

The Guardian reverently replied, "Yes, Lord Muso, the others are either dead or being resuscitated, and the threat management and pursuit of the Doomsday believers are also actively ongoing."

Muso slightly nodded.

"You may leave, report back promptly if there’s a new development."

The Guardian bowed again and exited.

The room door closed, and it was suddenly very quiet.

"Sit."

Muso gestured to a chair nearby, his tone indifferent as if resigned to everything.

"Don’t be nervous, we just want to ask you some questions. Let me introduce myself. I am Muso, the Chief of Defense of the Royal City Military War Department."

"This is Keith, the Defense Chief of the Outer City District."

A burly, corpulent man nodded at him, and although he tried to appear friendly, his scowling face could still scare children into tears.

"This gentleman is Lord Manolo Bana..."

The Iron Mask coldly cut him off, "No need for introductions, we’re old acquaintances."

Muso looked at him with a slight surprise.

"You know each other?"

Iron Mask sneered, "Of course we know each other, the sole survivor from the Redstone Village relocation disaster, oh, and now the survivor from the Iron Cross District Doomsday case. How coincidental. Can you explain why you’re always the sole survivor?"

His words were aggressive, but Rod was not afraid.

During the daytime interrogation, he had already won the support of three Great Judges, and he knew that this was not just a dispute over the case details but also seemed to involve some policy infighting.

So, all he had to do was stand his ground, and he needn’t fear him.

"You’re wrong."

Rod directly countered.

"The others are not dead, they are merely unconscious and being resuscitated. Once they wake up, they will verify my words. You assuming I’m the only survivor — could it be that you plan to take the opportunity to assassinate them and pin the blame on me?"

The Iron Mask’s face turned ashen like his mask; he slammed the table and barked angrily,

"How dare you slander a Great Judge?"

Rod retorted, "Weren’t you the one who slandered me first? What gives you the right to declare me a Doomsday believer outright?"

The Iron Mask sneered, "Because I am the Great Judge, and presuming guilt in suspects is my privilege. What rights do you have?"

Rod shouted, "Rooting out and cleansing the anti-human Doomsday believers is the duty of every Trolian citizen devoted to fire and light!"

He suddenly raised his hand and yelled,

"Defend our home and country, fight against the Doomsday Cult, everyone is responsible!"

Honestly, this self-made slogan was a bit awkward, but the two Defense Chiefs didn’t think so; both Muso and Keith showed smiles on their faces and felt that Manolo Bana was a bit too much.

"Lord Manolo Bana," Muso spoke, "Let’s first understand the situation. Perhaps we can discover some clues and catch the fleeing Doomsday believers."

Although Manolo Bana’s rage was about to explode, he also knew that getting angry now would be futile. That little bastard had actually taken the moral high ground first. He couldn’t possibly oppose the fight against the Doomsday Cult, which is a red line in Trolian Royal City. Anyone who touches it will die.

"Hmph, mere lip service is useless."

Manolo Bana sneered a sound and sat down.

"Actual evidence is what explains everything. The guilty can never escape punishment."

Muso coughed and said, "Explain the events from beginning to end in detail, don’t miss any details."

Rod thought for a moment, replayed the events in his mind, and felt confident. He then began,

"Today was my second patrol duty, just like yesterday, the Defense Chief of the Iron Cross District assigned me, Reslin, Egger, and Karamon as a team to patrol between White Flower Street, Stone Street, and Fifth Square."

Rod continued chronologically.

His thoughts were clear, his logic was tight, and his narrative was well-organized. He explained all the causes and effects clearly and in great detail without omitting anything. Both Defense Chiefs nodded repeatedly, and even Manolo Bana’s expression flickered.

As the events unfolded, all three became completely absorbed. The twists and dangers in the story left them hardly breathing, each crisis and reversal giving them a sensation as if they were back in their youth, fresh out of the academy and still naive and vulnerable.

When they heard about the Black Priest using mind control causing a drastic turn in the situation, both Defense Chiefs were equally angry and anxious.

Upon hearing the Black Priest’s declaration about eating feces, they burst into laughter.

It wasn’t until Karamon’s last betrayal, leading to the Black Priest’s severe injury and escape, that the two Defense Chiefs finally exhaled in relief.

Muso said smilingly, "Little Rod, don’t worry. Your three companions will be fine. Please trust the Healing Cult and the Soul Church; they’ve never let anyone down."

The burly Keith pounded his chest loudly.

"Little Roro, that vile Black Priest won’t get away. I’ll definitely catch her and squeeze her to death!"

This nickname was too mushy, making Rod feel as if his senses were clogged with fat, unable to speak for a moment.

Manolo Bana remained silent, not speaking.

Muso glanced at him and asked, "Do you have the medium for the desecration ceremony on you?"

"Yes."

Rod took out the Mist Crystal Ball Karamon had given him from his bosom and stepped forward to hand it over.

Keith tapped his temple and activated his Spiritual Vision, then said disappointedly, "I can’t see anything."

"Idiot!"

Muso cursed.

"Your Spiritual Vision isn’t even a nine; how could you see it?"

Keith squinted at his old superior, "Can you see it, Lord Chief of Defense?"

Muso waved his hand, "I don’t want to look at such filthy things. Let the identification department handle it."