The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 688 - 400 Crisis Arrives

Chapter 688: Chapter 400 Crisis Arrives

Herman couldn’t help but exclaim, "No matter where you are, you are always the brightest star."

Guardian Lily and Jon also revealed smiles.

"However,"

the tone of Herman’s speech shifted.

"An advantage at one point cannot save the entire line, Your Excellencies Lily and Jon, please deploy."

Lily raised an eyebrow: "Deploy now? We haven’t received a single request for help."

Herman said somberly, "The sooner the better, the core legions are progressing well. If we can take Storm Pass in one go, that would be the best outcome."

Jon nodded, "That’s right, there’s no need to hold back. We must do everything we can to ensure the smooth progress of the war."

"Alright then."

Lily let out a light sigh, stood up, and chaotic flames flickered around her for an instant.

"Let’s head to the front then, I’d like to see this student who was most cared for by Teacher Theodore once more."

Somehow, her eyes reddened, and Jon sighed lightly and silently walked out.

Herman also remained silent. It had been a long time since Theodore’s departure, but that profound wound was still etched in everyone’s hearts and difficult to let go.

Guardian Lily had the hardest time accepting it; as a child, she was the talentless one whose Soul Fire could not be kindled. She had passed the Fire Trial with great difficulty only to discover her characteristic was the ominous "Chaos Fire". If not for Teacher Theodore’s protection, she would have been burned to death or bound under the Silver Oath, becoming a tragic taboo.

Under Theodore’s personal tutelage, Lily grew up normally and healthily, and with her incomparable talents and advantages, became a Guardian. During the battle at Ring City, she burned the undead Withered Ancestor Bird with her never-extinguishing Chaos Fire, averting a catastrophic crisis.

The rumors that Lily was the ill-omened "Evil Child" who would destroy the Royal City and bring disaster to humanity thus collapsed of their own accord.

All along, Lily had idolized the Dean dearly, and Theodore’s fall struck the hardest blow to her.

After the Black Tide ended, she was despondent for a long time. With the help of the Medical Center, Lily finally overcame her mental struggles and stepped out, participating in a major battle for the first time since the Black Tide.

Looking at Lily’s departing figure, Herman felt a pang of sorrow, yet was filled with hope.

Yes, the great legendary figure Theodore had passed away, and the big tree that sheltered humanity for a hundred years fell in silence, but many more saplings were growing robustly.

Perhaps soon, he would witness the emergence of new great trees, and humanity’s future would undoubtedly be filled with strong figures.

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Royal City.

Deep within the sewer system.

This was a cavern deeper than the deepest parts, accessed from a dried-up riverbed, shrouded in absolute darkness that enshrouded everyone.

This broken squad of less than thirty people was all that was left of the once-flourishing Polluter Sect. Each of them was in a sorry state, nearly every one of them injured.

Some wounds were from fighting the evil Trolian gray dogs; others were accidental scrapes obtained while engaging the kind and lovely monsters. However, regardless of how they were acquired, they were now beyond their capacity to treat, with no supplies, no potions—nothing in the sewer but sewage and monsters, and nothing else but age-old excrement.

And they had not yet gained the power to Devour the King of Excrement.

With so many delicacies laid out before them, they found it hard to swallow.

The Great Sect Leader Asa was the only one among them unscathed, but the book in his hand was in terrible shape, riddled with holes and tattered, a blood-like liquid continually oozing from the crevices.

Yet, he still used the power of the Book of Destiny to cloak everyone with a Shadow Veil to conceal their movements and breaths.

After all, no matter how they glorified monsters, the beasts would never understand their painstaking intentions, and the creatures dwelling in the profound depths of the sewer, those that had been silent in the darkness for millennia, presented grave dangers—no one knew the terrifying mutations that had befallen those ancient corpses, Poison Insects, and shadowy creatures.

For their own safety, it was wise to be cautious.

Under the cover of the Shadow Veil, this band of remnants cautiously maneuvered past the motionless monsters, the congealed filth, and excrement that may have lain there for tens of thousands of years, reaching a relatively safe cave.

Asa said gravely, "We’re safe for now. This tunnel was dug by the Silver Clan during the Second Epoch right under the nose of Giant King Omir. Those gray dogs won’t be able to chase us here, at least for the moment."

A Doomsday Bishop said worriedly, "But the White Tower is also tracking us. That deceptive Master of White Tower is freely misusing the power of the Divine Artifact to strangle the hope of humanity."

"That’s right, if we controlled that magnificent Divine Artifact, we would have long since seized the power to extract strength from excrement. Just by eating all the excrement in the sewer, we could stand at the pinnacle of the world, becoming the supreme Heavenly God, unlike those gray dogs stirring up trouble everywhere, bringing misery to the people."

"Great Sect Leader, what should we do?"

"The power of the Book of Destiny can only hide us from some prying eyes," said Asa with a dark expression. "After all, White Tower is a Divine Artifact. We’re on the same level; it’s only a matter of time before they track us down."

The faces of the Doomsday Bishops and believers turned particularly ugly, some clearly shaken, looking around as if searching for an escape route.

Unperturbed by their reaction, Asa stated coldly, "So, I don’t intend to confront them; the White Tower will soon find us."