The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 612 - 362 My King Husband_2

Chapter 612: Chapter 362 My King Husband_2

They didn’t pay attention to the human intentions, although Rod’s rapid movement had triggered intense spiritual power fluctuations.

These demons were really strange.

Rod thought to himself and continued to rush forward at high speed, although he had no specific target, he vaguely felt that something was amiss ahead.

Sure enough, after running about a few thousand yards, a giant fireball appeared in his sight.

It floated mid-air, emitting strong light and heat, resembling a small sun.

Under the intense flames, dozens of warriors were battling a large group of demons.

The demons, ablaze, were still fearlessly throwing themselves at the warriors.

The warriors fought valiantly, bathed in blood, but helplessly outnumbered, their lines were continuously compressed.

Piercing shrieks from the demons echoed repeatedly, assaulting the warriors’ souls and further weakening their combat abilities.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the spiritual power fluctuations were incredibly chaotic. The demons’ shrieks caused a terrifying interference with spiritual power, which immediately made Rod understand why the fortress had lost contact with the frontline.

In such conditions, neither spiritual communication nor Spirit Crow Messengers were effective.

Qingyu was indeed here.

Rod knew it.

That floating fireball was Qingyu.

She was the "Eternal Burning Fire," reputed to be the strongest Soul Trait, one who naturally became a guardian of fire, a protector of mankind, a leader who held the torch high in unending darkness.

She could transform herself into a state of fire, her field was a field of fire. Within her range of influence, the laws of light dispelled the encroaching black fog, affecting the sky, the earth, and deeper layers of the world.

For humans here, it was like being beside a fire.

One could say, she was a moving Guardian Fire; wherever she went became mankind’s home ground.

Rod felt a surge of joy in his heart, he added force to his steps, dashed forward and shouted, "I am here!"

With the long sword "Star Night," the 1345-clock-hour spiritual power and sharp blade made ghosts indefensible. The techniques of "Soul Combat" lifted its might to another level.

No demon could withstand his blade. Rod carved a bloody path and entered the range of the fire’s influence.

In an instant, Rod felt his spiritual energy come alive, his strength greatly enhanced, even his recovery sped up.

The demons became significantly more vulnerable, and for Rod, slaying them was like tearing down dry weeds effortlessly.

Soon, Rod passed the battling warriors. They cast grateful glances at Rod and threw themselves back into the fray.

"Rod!"

A joyful voice came from the sky.

Amid the surging firelight, Qingyu, in a light green and white robe, was somewhat obscured, but the joy in her eyes was unmistakable.

"How did you get here?"

Underneath the fireball, Rod’s voice was also filled with joy, "It’s been a while, Lord Qingyu."

The battle was urgent; he didn’t engage in much small talk, but briefly recounted his journey.

"Sorry."

Qingyu’s voice carried an apology.

"Our pressure was too much; other than the injured, we couldn’t keep many more people in the city."

Rod asked loudly, "What is going on with these demons? Why do they keep resurrecting?"

"It’s my fault."

Qingyu’s tone was somewhat somber as she briefly explained the reason to Rod.

The resurrection of the demons was not an innate trait of theirs but a characteristic brought by the Demon King.

When a certain number of demons congregated, under the great influence of their collective characteristic, the Demon King would be conceived.

The Demon King was a very special creature. Once it appeared, it granted all demons the characteristic of "Undeath."

Although Qingyu timely prevented the birth of the Demon King by burning its embryonic form, it was too late. The influence of the Demon King had already spread, and all demons had acquired the "Undeath" trait.

Upon being slain, their souls would enter a state of suspended animation. The "Undeath" trait then kicked in, allowing them to rise again.

This was why demons could die and resurrect.

Rod’s speculation was almost completely accurate, but he was still immensely shocked and found it hard to believe.

"The eggs of the Demon King were destroyed, and yet the influence is still there?"

Qingyu said softly, "The residual influence will last for more than a grand month."

A grand month refers to any month lasting over 50 days.

days, the western expedition would almost be completed by then.

Rod furrowed his eyebrows, "What can we do then?"

"We just have to kill, keep killing them."

Qingyu’s tone was somewhat somber.

"We must do everything we can, for now the situation is the worst; the undead Demons are incredibly difficult to dispel, leading to uncontrollable numbers."

"The hordes of Demons are growing rapidly. If we don’t deal with them soon, another Demon King will be born."

"By then, all the Demons on the Dead Land will go mad, and the calamity of the Demons will recur."

Rod could hardly believe it, "In such a critical situation, why doesn’t the Fire Hall know? My mission briefing didn’t mention a word."

Qingyu’s voice grew even deeper.

"I’m sorry... It’s also my fault. White Wolf insisted that reporting the adverse situation would affect my ascension to the throne, so he hid the crucial information, only mentioning that the Dead Land was dangerous and needed assistance."

Rod frowned, feeling uncomfortable. In this situation, was White Wolf still thinking about covering up? Was Qingyu’s throne more important than the safety of Trolian? Was it more important than the lives of warriors?

But it was pointless to blame them now.

Qingyu was at least truthful, and White Wolf had not claimed that the Dead Land was safe or that they were continuously victorious and everything was under control; he still sought help from the Royal City.

The Fire Hall had still dispatched two incredibly powerful high-ranking combatants for support.

The situation was not the worst yet.

"Alright."

Rod sighed.

"Do you have something like the King’s Blessing?"

Qingyu said apologetically, "I’m sorry, Little Rod, I’m far from being a king, so I can’t give you the King’s Blessing, but I can give you a weaker blessing."

A firelight fell from the sky and entered Rod’s body.

Instantly, Rod’s limbs were filled with strength, his Spiritual Energy surged active, and his soul felt restless.

"Great!"

Rod was thrilled, feeling that the blessing had a strong rejuvenating effect on him.

"Leave it to me!"

Rod drew his long sword, his Spiritual Energy rising, and with one step he covered 120 yards, leaping into the midst of the Demons. With a turn of his sword, all the surrounding Demons were instantly sliced in half.

Several warriors brightened up at once and praised, "What a incredible sword."

Rod smiled and said, "There’s even more impressive stuff."

With a thought, he activated the Eighth Star, and the "Wind’s Phantom" immediately set off.

Countless shadows gathered from all around, and a phantom that looked just like Rod appeared before everyone, even replicating his long sword exactly.

Everyone let out a collective gasp of amazement.

Rod sensing the feedback from the phantom, knew that if he only used physical combat, the double consumption of Spiritual Energy was completely worth it.

Excellent!

From now on, I am not just a single person, but rather as if I am two single persons.

Ha ha ha!

Rod raised his long sword, and the shadow also raised its long sword.

They both said in the same tone, "The slaughter begins."

——

Two clock hours later, a large group of Demons numbering over three thousand were all turned to ash, never to resurrect again.

The efficiency was mainly due to Rod and his phantom, with one man and one phantom acting like a harvester, leaving only shattered Demons in their wake.

Rod multitasked, controlling both himself and the phantom, massacring the Demons.

No matter if they could resurrect once, twice, three times, they all fell under his or the phantom’s blade.

Rod did not use any high-consumption abilities, relying solely on the sword chops, plus Qingyu’s rejuvenating blessing, it could not have been more enduring.

The excited warriors crowded around him, ceaselessly asking about his origins, position, combat level, Fire Spark Characteristics, and so forth.

Until one of them recognized him.

"That’s him! The Black Glutton! Lord Qingyu’s fiancé."

With a bang, the entire crowd exploded.

But they quickly quieted down, because Qingyu had arrived.

She descended from the sky, embraced Rod, with a long trail of fire behind her, like the tail feathers of a phoenix.

"Thank you."

She said softly.

"My king."

Rod’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced sideways at Qingyu’s incomparably radiant profile, and an indescribable feeling surged from the depths of his heart.

Just as he was about to say something in return, he heard her continue.

"There are more battle groups fighting fiercely over there; let’s go assist them."