The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 611 - 362: My King Husband

Chapter 611: Chapter 362: My King Husband

Rod was startled and backtracked to review the records of the Dream Realm, only then realizing that he had been completely immersed in "Soul Combat," carefully gauging the strength of each attack, maintaining the state of "Soul Combat" amidst fierce skirmishes, and adeptly executing maneuvers as fluidly as clouds and water.

So much so that when killing demons, he didn’t notice that he hadn’t obtained their souls.

Not obtaining a soul meant his attack hadn’t completely killed the demon.

These creatures could resurrect?

Why wasn’t this mentioned in the intelligence?

Rod’s expression darkened. He reversed his sword grip, piercing through a demon’s Spiritual Defense with one strike and finished it off with the back of his hand.

Soul Without Spirit +8100

No problem.

Rod slightly relaxed, but killing over a hundred demons one by one was too troublesome.

This place didn’t resemble the twisted phenomena of "Dark Seal" he had encountered in the Black Forest; moreover, "Dark Seal" didn’t prevent him from devouring the monsters’ souls, nor was it able to resurrect the creatures he had slain.

What was going on?

Was it a characteristic of the monsters themselves?

After pondering for a few seconds, Rod decisively decided to kill them one more time.

He had heard that some monsters could resurrect and had to be killed multiple times for complete eradication.

Spiritual Energy surged, and Rod swung his long sword again, killing all the demons once more.

This time he still didn’t receive their souls, but the resurrection of the demons noticeably slowed down.

Rod was invigorated. It seemed to be effective!

Indeed, by the third time he killed the demons, Rod clearly saw their souls shatter, and a wisp of black energy entered his chest.

Soul Without Spirit +8231

Good!

That was indeed the case!

As long as he exhausted their Spiritual Energy, destroying their soul structure, he could completely kill them.

Rod took a deep breath, his Spiritual Energy surged, his swordplay divine, swiftly exterminating the remaining demons.

Soul Without Spirit +882912

The harvest was quite good.

Rod exhaled. He felt slightly fatigued; wielding a sword with his soul exerted substantial mental pressure, requiring him to maintain an extremely high level of focus, any fluctuation could disconnect him, reverting to pure muscle memory.

From this fight, the greatest gain was not souls, but the insights into the techniques of "Soul Combat."

But he had no time to reflect, he leaped next to Anna in one bound.

She had already transformed back into human form, her complexion was purplish, her breathing weak, her soul extremely frail.

A hand, white as jade, reached out and pressed on her forehead; after a moment, Mephit said softly, "Her soul has been impacted. The Core Layer is strangely disordered. She must immediately return to the Soul Church for healing, otherwise there will be a danger to her life."

Rod exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? The demon’s scream is just a simple negative impact on the soul, right? How could it affect the Core Layer of the soul?"

Mephit shook her head slightly, "I’m unsure. Her soul is as strange as mine."

Rod glanced at her. Under the Eye of the Soul, their souls appeared no different from ordinary humans, all a blurry fog-like human shape with occasional flashes of Spiritual Energy.

Human souls are much more complex than those of monsters and not as strong unless they are emotionally agitated or experiencing a burst of Spiritual Energy. Otherwise, the wave patterns of the soul and the ripples of Spiritual Energy are invisible.

The Eye of the Soul could only see the Gaseous Layer and the Light State Layer of the soul, not the innermost Core Layer.

Unlike the souls of monsters, which lack outer, middle, and inner layers, having only one layer, their Spiritual Energy remains in an excited state unless it’s stilled.

Even without seeing the soul, by observing the fluctuations, wave patterns, and ripples of Spiritual Energy, one could infer the strength of the monster.

Trolian has a very comprehensive set of standards for grading monsters, and Rod had memorized them long ago.

After a moment of silence, Rod reluctantly said, "Mephit, could you take her back to the Royal City?"

Mephit nodded, "I can."

Rod said no more. Although Mephit was taciturn, she had never failed him.

Mephit picked up Anna and turned, walking into the darkness and soon vanished from sight.

Black Battle Group was down to just him again.

This unexpected decrease in numbers troubled Rod deeply. Anna and Mephit were both excellent support partners; without them, the battles wouldn’t go as smoothly.

But there was no choice now; Rod had to proceed alone.

His speed was also not slow. The enormous impact of his Spiritual Power Burst, hitting 1345 kilo-instants, made his figure shoot forth like an arrow. The massive Spiritual Energy caused the White Bone Boots to creak, barely enduring the strain.

Speed and Spiritual Energy were related; the immense force provided by the Chaotic State Spiritual Power striking the ground was the source of his speed.

Thus, the techniques of "Soul Combat" were applicable here as well, but Rod was yet unable to adapt and couldn’t enter that state with every step.

As the old Sword Saint Galen said, the very top combatants were always in the state of "Soul Combat," not only producing immense power during combat but also consuming very little Spiritual Energy.

The Royal City had always focused on nurturing such combatants.

But unfortunately, the threshold was too high, and until now, not many could cross it.

On the other hand, becoming a ranged combatant who bombarded the back lines was much easier, requiring only a strong characteristic and Spiritual Energy.

Rod was once considered to be that type.

But now, he was forced onto this path.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind as Rod delved deeper into the Dead Land. On the boundless wasteland, groups of demons roamed within the Black Fog.