The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 719 - 411: True Success

Chapter 719: Chapter 411: True Success

Book of the Future?

Rod was shocked. Was this the physical form of the Book of Destiny?

Was it made with the Book of the Future as its core, the Root Spirituality of the Book of Knowledge, and the remnants of the God of Destiny, thus becoming a Demi Divine Artifact?

Indeed, based on the information currently obtained, the destinies determined by the Book of Destiny were all events "to come."

As long as one saw the future clearly, grasped the knowledge of things, and deduced the rules of development, one could master destiny and thus change it.

Thinking this way, Rod found it very reasonable.

In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge was very thrilled.

"Book of the Future! It’s actually here. With it, we can sweep away the future’s mist, foresee disasters, choose the best path... So great, Master, remember to properly discipline it later. The Rebel Book Spirit born from the Book of Destiny might just be the Book of the Future... I need to consume my Root Spirituality and merge with it again, which might take some time."

With those words, the Book of Knowledge fell silent, plunging into quiescence.

Rod was overwhelmed with thoughts. Now having the Book of the Past and the Book of the Future, and with the Book of Knowledge no longer impaired, the road ahead might be much smoother, and their chances of defeating the next invasion greatly increased.

A light seemed to rise in the distance; perhaps humanity would no longer be thoroughly defeated.

At his side, Iyeta and Lucian were organizing Combatants to mop up scattered Doomsday believers. Although they were not very threatening, the thought of Poison Insects escaping underground was somewhat uncomfortable. This brood needed to be completely and cleanly eradicated.

Lucian, having headed the Internal Affairs Court for these many years, never had sated such a thorough extermination of Doomsday believers. Seeing these human tumors being brought to justice one by one, the frustration built up in his heart was dispelled layer by layer, and the traumas caused by those Doomsday believers, the compatriots who died tragically, were now all avenged.

What made them happier was that, after killing several bishops of the Doomsday Sect, the hunters obtained a list from them which included Doomsday believers still hidden within various institutions of the Kingdom and those who took bribes and cooperated with them.

With a flash of Spiritual Light, Iyeta used her prophetic ability to confirm the authenticity of the list and laughed, "This time it really is catching them all in one net."

Lucian, looking at name after name on the list, was joyous, furious, and a bit mournful, his voice hoarse, "I will catch every single one of them, and what awaits them will be the most severe Black Death Penalty."

He turned his head, his aged face showing complex emotions, but his eyes sparkling, as if he saw a blaze.

"Rod, they all say you are the brightest new star this year, honestly, I didn’t really believe it before, but now, I do,"

Lucian placed one hand over his chest, bowing slightly to him.

"In this world overwhelmed by darkness, only you can bring us so many surprises and so much hope."

Rod instinctively wanted to scratch his head, but he refrained, instead extending his hands to support him, calmly saying, "The true Victory is to inspire the fighting spirit in our hearts, and I am glad I could do that."

Lucian stood straight, his graying temples and wrinkled face blooming like a chrysanthemum.

Flower of Humanity +1

Iyeta looked at him, her eyes also filled with laughter.

"Not bad, not bad, maybe one day I’ll discover you are the prophesied Son of Prophetic, but it’s not certain yet. You’ll soon be in deep contact with those living legends."

Rod nodded subtly. The stronger humanity was, the more hope they had. If there were someone a million times more qualified than him, he would not be envious at all; he could happily while away his time with the ladies in the rear.

Of course, that was just a wish.

His growth trajectory was nearly explosive, appearing very ordinary and normal at first, but after crossing a certain threshold, it became like an upright cobra, rising almost linearly.

In such a short time, he had leaped to become a Second Level Combatant, a core pillar of humanity, quickly catching up with those long-famed new stars.

No one’s growth was faster than his.

As a result, the pressure he bore was also greater.

But Rod was not afraid.

If the light illuminated the land and humanity could recuperate and rejuvenate, he naturally could relax and enjoy himself, but if darkness threatened to engulf, the Abyss lurked nearby, and Black Fog corroded the land, he had to rise and fight, eradicating all evils.

——

This hunting operation had achieved unprecedented huge success.

The Polluter Sect of the Doomsday Sect was annihilated, the Great Sect Leader Asa died tragically, his soul flitting away without a trace. Iyeta, even after using prophecy twice to trace it, could not find the slightest clue, concluding that he had probably vanished into ash.

Destroying the Book of Destiny, which had brought a series of tragedies to the Trolian humans, though they hadn’t captured it directly, the Elements making up the Book of Destiny were what Trolians currently needed the most.

The Source Prophecy of Meredith, Master of the White Tower, was the most important matter for the White Tower’s future, bar none.

Successfully obtaining the Divine Core of the God of Destiny not only completed the most critical part of the ceremony but also indirectly confirmed that the Ancient God of Destiny had fallen.

Those Ancient Gods who faded from history likely exited in this manner.

The White Tower no longer searched for traces of the Ancient Gods, halting the Ancient God project, thereby focusing more resources on preparing for the Source Prophecy.