The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 625 - 368: Final Victory_2

Chapter 625: Chapter 368: Final Victory_2

"The Soul Nightmare has been slain by us!"

"We’ve eliminated a powerful Black Fog Symbiont, a mortal enemy!"

"As expected of me, endowed with both wisdom and beauty, with my assistance, even a pig could become the Master of Dreams!"

The massive body of the Nightmare collapsed, its filthy aura quickly dissipating, the power of the cold receding at the speed of light, and a never-before-seen black gas passed through Rod’s chest and flew towards the Soul Altar.

Looking on with delight, Rod wondered what kind of soul this would be?

The Book of Knowledge ran frantic circles at his feet, too excited to stop.

The puppet also came to his side, its slack body indicating its relaxed state.

But in the next moment, the Book of Knowledge abruptly stopped, and the puppet tensed in an instant.

Rod sensed their abnormal state, "What’s wrong?"

The Book of Knowledge trembled non-stop, unable to speak.

The puppet bent down too, indicating a state of battle readiness.

Rod looked up to see the huge black soul circling above the altar but never setting down.

The Crystal Wall of the altar worked hard to reject it.

"What’s going on?"

It was the first time Rod had seen such a scenario, as there had never been a soul that the Soul Altar wouldn’t take in.

The Book of Knowledge suddenly came to its senses, shouting, "Not good! I forgot that the Dream Realm isn’t strong enough, we can’t contain such a powerful soul! It will contaminate the Soul Altar, contaminate the Obelisk, contaminate the Dream Realm!"

Rod exclaimed in shock, "Then what do we do?"

"Let it go!" the Book of Knowledge wrote frantically, "Release it from the Dream Realm! This already damaged soul will soon dissipate within the Spirit Realm."

"What did you say?"

Rod could hardly believe it. After such a great effort to obtain the soul, was he truly to let it go?

"Is there no other way?"

"None!"

The Book of Knowledge expressed its stance with bold letters that filled the entire page.

"Master, although this soul is powerful, it is not indispensable. We will definitely be able to obtain even stronger souls in the future. On the contrary, if the Obelisk is contaminated, our loss will be great!"

Rod found it hard to accept, "But we went to such great lengths to kill it... Is there really no other way?"

"There is one way."

Suddenly, the puppet beside him spoke.

"What way?" Rod’s eyes brightened, looking towards it as if finding a savior.

"The Soul Altar can sacrifice any soul in the Dream Realm, even if it doesn’t belong to the altar, as long as that soul does not have a physical source entity."

The puppet stated calmly.

"The source entity of the Soul Nightmare has been destroyed, and the soul is in a shattered state, we can sacrifice it directly."

Before Rod could reveal a smile, the Book of Knowledge almost screamed, "No! Absolutely not!"

"Why not?"

The Book of Knowledge wrote as fast as it ever had, "We couldn’t contain this soul, and directly sacrificing it will send spiritual waves throughout the entire Spirit Realm!"

Rod furrowed his brow, "What would happen then?"

"It is a symbiont of the Black Fog, the erosive evolution to its ultimate complete form, it is the very darkness condensed, lurking in the depths of the dark, connected to the world in unfathomably complex ways, you can consider it a part of the Black Fog!"

"And the Black Fog created the Dark World; it shares a common destiny track with the Black Fog, coexisting in every breath. To totally destroy it would be to declare war on the entire Spirit Realm, to declare war on the Black Fog that envelops the Three Realms."

Each word from the Book of Knowledge seemed to be stained with blood, its overly hasty writing making the shapes of the letters somewhat scattered.

"Countless indescribable entities lurking in the deepest dark will be awakened, more powerful invaders will come sooner, and the Dream Realm is far from strong enough, we have too few stars, too many broken places, now is not the time to declare war on the Black Fog, Master! We need to recover our strength!"

The words of the Book of Knowledge struck Rod like a battering ram to the head, leaving him standing there dazed, a heaviness in his chest, and chills throughout his body.

No one understood the terror of invasion more than he did.

"This..."

As he spoke, he realized his voice was hoarse, as if it came from a very distant place.

"Is there really no other way?"

The Book of Knowledge answered decisively, "No!"

"Can we only... let it out?"

"Yes!"

Rod fell silent, but just then, the puppet suddenly spoke.

"I think we can sacrifice."

The Book of Knowledge leaped up as if stabbed by Ais, "Bullshit! Nonsense! Absurd! Aphro, have you corroded your brain after a few thousand years? Look at the state of the Dream Realm now! How many creations are we missing? The Guardian Holy Spirits, the Sun Tower, the Divine Mirror, the three Ghost Kings, is there one here?"

The puppet said calmly, "There is one, the Evil Ghost King."

The Book of Knowledge raged, "Bullshit! Bullshit! Don’t nitpick with me! In front of the Black Fog that shrouds the Three Realms, we are as weak as chickens, a mere soul Nightmare almost destroyed us, where do you get the confidence to challenge those ineffable beings of darkness?"

The puppet said calmly, "The moment the Dark Devourer completes its quantification, we are already challenging it; the feedback from the source of the Black Fog is very slow, we won’t face the final blow directly."

The Book of Knowledge, unable to contain its fury, said, "You are mad! Aphro, you have gone mad! The disturbed source feedback will eventually reach the deepest part of the Sea of Source, we are challenging the entire Dark World!"

The puppet spoke indifferently, "The very existence of the Dream Realm is a challenge to the Dark World; we will ultimately face those ineffable horrors, it’s just a matter of sooner or later. If we keep cowering, what difference does it make if it’s sooner or later? The world is plunging into deeper darkness, humanity is nearly extinct, and the Dream Realm is already shattered; we don’t have many chances left, so why can’t we be a bit more aggressive?"

The Book of Knowledge was choked up, unable to write a single word.

And at that moment, Rod’s resolve was also strengthened; he strode toward the Soul Altar.

The Book of Knowledge moved, "Master..." as if wanting to stop him, but ultimately it did not take that step.

Rod stood on the Soul Altar, at the center of the Eye Hand, the Inverted Scythe, and the Crystal Wall, above him hung the enormous soul of the Nightmare, its dark shadow looming like a Yin Cloud over human heads.

Rod took a deep breath and, with determination, raised his hands and, with one thought, cried out loudly.

"Sacrifice!"

An invisible force surged, the black soul cloud violently disturbed, the darkness churned and twisted as if something forcefully squeezed and destroyed it.

Phantom wails filled the air as the Nightmare’s soul disintegrated, devoured entirely by the Soul Altar.

Several golden characters appeared at the bottom of the eye.

Soul Without Spirit +1 billion

Spirituality +100,000

Cold Ice Soul Trait Blocks +166

Soul Residue +59,391

Ten units of Nightmare Fuel

One Strong Source

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Along with the disintegrating souls, the soul’s fragments fell from the sky, with the Soul Without Spirit turning into a stream of black and white energy, flying into the Obelisk.

Together with it, that "Strong Source" also entered the Obelisk.

"Source" cannot be separated but can reside temporarily in the Obelisk.

Rod did not know the principle behind this, and he had lost interest in the Book of Knowledge’s lengthy explanations.

As the souls disintegrate, a visibly massive disturbance spreads out, reaching the end of the Dream Realm, crossing through the Dream Realm, traveling in the Spirit Realm.

Rod knew this was the Dream Realm’s declaration, a pronouncement of battle, representing the voice of humanity.

Even as the age declines and the fire is about to extinguish, there are still those who cry out for victory in defiance of madness.

Rod, overwhelmed by the past, was momentarily overcome with burning zeal and pride swelled within his chest.

Yes!

Even if I carry the shattered Dream Realm, dragging humankind in its diminishing state, entrenched in darkness, victory can still be mine in the end.

I will ignite this one hope, hold high the torch and continue the fight, annihilating all the demons and devils within this Black Fog!

The light of the fire will once again illuminate the world!

I say so!