The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 743 - 420: Fighting Side by Side_2

Chapter 743: Chapter 420: Fighting Side by Side_2

The Book of the Future sneered, "You speak as if you haven’t switched masters, what ’evil soul spirit’? Aren’t they just house slaves?"

"What did you say? Damned book! Traitor!"

"That’s right! You shit-loving waste!"

The two of them hurled mad insults at each other and, once again, locked in a scuffle.

Rod paid no attention to them; in his brief conversation with Asa, he had learned that Wind City had been under siege by creatures called Pus Giants for several months.

Their towering bodies possessed intense pollution and corrosiveness, nearly indestructible and endlessly emerging.

"Without a doubt, this is a disaster," said Guard Captain Kaiso.

"But the source of the disaster remains unknown; neither the White Tower nor the Investigation Legion have found it, but after months of investigation, we’ve discovered some clues."

Asa smiled at Rod, "That’s why you’re here."

Rod, surprised, said, "I can help you find the source of the disaster?"

Kaiso’s lips twitched, but he didn’t speak.

Asa, with a smile, said, "I believe you can."

Rod raised an eyebrow and asked in a deep voice, "What should I do?"

"Follow me," Asa said.

Asa stood up, inserting a Giant Sword into the scabbard on his back, lifted a Large Shield with his left hand, and hung a long sword at his waist with his right hand.

A powerful flash of Spiritual Light passed over him so quickly it seemed like an illusion.

"And then follow your instincts."

Asa whistled, and a red Spiritual Horse materialized from thin air, affectionately nuzzling his arm.

"This is Torres, my partner."

The red Spiritual Horse snorted and shook its mane, acknowledging the introduction.

At Rod and Kaiso’s sides, similar Spiritual Horses appeared, but they were white.

Kaiso explained, "Torres is a special Spiritual Horse; it has a soul connection with Lord Asa."

Asa smiled, "Let’s set out, Wind City has been in crisis for far too long, and Trolian urgently needs my power."

The three of them mounted their horses; the red Spiritual Horse Torres snorted, the force of its powerful Spiritual Energy swirling through its sturdy body; with a kick of its front hooves, it took the lead and soared into the air.

The other two Spiritual Horses followed closely behind, and soon the trio left the grand hall of the castle, flying above Wind City.

Looking down, Rod saw the city bathed in somber firelight, under a sky darkened by thick Black Fog, surrounded by walls hundreds of yards high, with large and small houses chaotically spreading out from the castle at its center, creating an eerie sense of a future untethered to stability.

The streets were crowded, and the cheers were deafening as they saw the Spiritual Horses take flight.

"Asa shall triumph!"

"Humanity shall triumph!"

Countless voices converged from all directions, chaotic yet resonant, as if the mere presence of Asa for another day filled them with the will to live.

Asa waved to the crowd below, sparking even greater cheers; pedestrians, miners, Defenders all paused in their tasks to pay their highest respects to their hero.

The trio on their one red and two white Spiritual Horses quickly broke through the air, disappearing into the Black Fog.

After a moment, the cheers finally began to subside, and order gradually restored.

Outside Wind City.

In the deep Black Fog, the glow of the Red Tear Stone protected Rod and his Spiritual Horse, while Asa ahead was completely enveloped in red light, a blurred shadow visible.

Just then, Rod fully felt Asa’s prestige and the esteem in which he was held in people’s hearts; as long as he was there, no one believed Wind City could fall.

"Such a human hero must not fall," thought Rod, activating the Eye of the Soul, carefully observing Asa’s soul.

His soul was cyan, its strength contained, but the vastness like that of the ocean showed it was not an ordinary soul.

Rod was relieved to find that Asa’s soul carried little corruption; it was clear and bright, directly visible, and without any issues.

The trio of Spiritual Horses raced through the Black Fog; suddenly, Kaiso said, "Look, those are the Pus Giants."

Rod looked in the direction indicated and saw a multitude of Giants slowly moving towards Wind City.

They were hundreds of yards tall, their bodies rotten with massive boils covering them, their steps faltering but their Spiritual Energy deep; under their trampling feet, the earth was coated with Black Corrosive Material, and with each step, thick yellow gas was squeezed out of the boils, mixing with the Black Fog to create some kind of horrifying Pollutants.

Scanning the area, there was an endless number of Giants, stretching to the horizon.

Watching the boundless Black Fog, Rod felt his scalp tingle as countless rotting giants slowly walked toward their stronghold.

Kaiso said, "The poisonous gases around them are highly polluting and corrosive, making it difficult for ordinary warriors to get close, but I think you shouldn’t be afraid."

Rod corrected him, "My resistance has its limits, and I can’t withstand too strong a pollution."

Kaiso shook his head, "You don’t need to endure it."

But he didn’t continue. The three Spiritual Horses passed through the crowd of giants and flew for a long time before landing on a barren plain.

"This is the place."

Kaiso said.

"We’ve investigated for a long time and found that the spirits of the pus-filled giants are hidden here."

Rod looked around, and the Eye of the Soul found nothing unusual, prompting him to ask, "Are you sure about this?"

Kaiso, with a stern face, replied, "Yes, we’ve ruled out all other places. It’s only here where we can’t find the problem and can’t eliminate it either."

Rod examined the site several times, even underground, but found nothing suspicious. He could only ask in his mind, "Book, have you discovered anything?"

The Book of Knowledge pondered, "The pus-filled giants are not monsters in the usual sense. They are the congealment of blood, bodily fluids, and fear, representing strong pollution and erosion. There must be something similar to a dark shapeshifting phenomenon nearby."

Rod was startled, "A dark shapeshifting phenomenon?"

"Yes, but not necessarily."

At that moment, Asa suddenly laughed ominously, "Fools, this isn’t a dark shapeshifting phenomenon. This is the power of the Abyss."

"The Abyss?"

"Yes," Asa said with malicious glee, "Not just an Abyssal Fragment, but the actual Cosmic Dark Side. You’re doomed, hahaha! The collapse of the Trolian begins with your tragic deaths."

"Pshaw!" the Book of the Future proclaimed loudly, "You’ve said that a hundred times, always at the beginning, never making progress!"

Rod ignored the two squabbling books and suddenly realized that if it was the Abyss, there should be an entrance to the Abyss, or something like a key.

He shared his speculation with them.

Kaiso shook his head, "That’s impossible. The Abyss is just a legend. There are no real Abysses, only those broken rifts."

"No."

Suddenly Alan spoke.

"Rod is right, I found it."

He drew his pure white Great Sword from behind and pressed its tip downward.

Far in the distance, a white flash crossed the sky, splitting a pus-filled giant in half. Black blood and pus sprayed out, and the two halves of the body were left hanging together by a sliver of skin.

"It’s not dead yet." Alan said, "Can you finish it? Rod."

"Of course!"

Rod leaped forward and gutted it with one move.

However, he only received a pitifully small soul.

The Book of Knowledge quickly said, "It’s the Abyss! I’m sure it’s the power of the Abyss that’s supporting it."

Alan flicked his sword, and a semi-transparent stone came flying over.

"It seems this is it."

Alan grabbed the semi-transparent stone, and with a flash of Spiritual Light in his hand, the stone suddenly morphed into a door that opened.

But the door did not lead to endless darkness, rather, it led to a hall adorned with ancient decorations.

"Hahaha!" Asa suddenly burst into laughter, "You’re finished! This is the ancient Heroic Spirit Hall, which has been submerged in the Abyss for tens of thousands of years. It’s guarded by powerful statues of Heroic Spirits. There’s no way you can get through!"

Rod followed Alan through the door, jumping down into the Hall.

The Hall was immensely high and vast, with no end in sight, filled with an ancient and gloomy atmosphere, and where flickers of dim light and shadows floated eerily through the air.

"This seems to be a part of the Abyss," the Book of Knowledge said.

Just then, a gigantic clay figure on the wall of the Hall moved. A powerful Spiritual Energy surged from within its body, mingled with the terrifying aura of the Abyss, hitting them head-on.

"Be careful, Lord Alan!" Rod shouted, "This is an ancient Heroic Spirit Hall that has slumbered in the Abyss for tens of thousands of years. Its statue guards are extremely powerful."

Alan smiled, "Thank you for the warning, young Rod."

With a flash of the sword in hand, countless sword lights fell from the sky, slicing the clay figure into innumerable fragments.

The powerful Spiritual Energy instantly dissipated, and the aura of the Abyss vanished along with it.