The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 785 - 437 The Spirit of Bygone Days (Part 2) (Second Update)

Chapter 785: Chapter 437 The Spirit of Bygone Days (Part 2) (Second Update)

Jessica slashed with her sword, and the phantoms quickly dispersed, her blade only killing half of them.

"Their connection is deepening rapidly."

Soron shouted.

"The dark distortion phenomenon seems to have gotten stronger!"

Rod shouted, "Yes! It has gained a massive amount of soul and spirituality, its soul is being born."

Soron glanced around at the rapidly increasing layers of phantoms and anxiously shouted, "How long will it take?"

"I don’t know... it was very quick last time."

A chill went through Soron’s heart, and he hurriedly asked, "Jessica, the dark distortion phenomenon seems immobilized, can we take this chance to kill it? The Divine Artifact, Wind Wedge Plate, must be inside it. If we can destroy it, perhaps we can eliminate the phenomenon."

Jessica shook her head.

"Teacher Soron, I can sense the power of that divine-like artifact, it has been corrupted, but the real source isn’t the artifact, it’s the Source Material inside it, which is indestructible."

Soron urgently asked, "Then what do we do?"

Jessica slightly smiled.

"Teacher, trust Rod, he managed last time, he can do it this time too, he’ll find a way."

Soron urgently said, "But can you hold out? Their resonance and compatibility are too fast, and the real Fighting Star Knights are very strong..."

"I can."

Jessica answered briefly, her serpentine body twisting as she rejoined the battle.

But this time, the phantoms moved much faster. They darted and dashed, ran and leaped, their movements agile and fierce, swarming in groups, and it wasn’t long before the Six-Armed Snake Demon found herself in a tough battle.

But she also managed to pull enough space for Rod, most of the phantoms being drawn to her and getting entangled in the fight with her.

The towering Six-Armed Snake Demon, like a giant enveloped in a swarm of mosquitoes, frantically wielded her giant sword while swiftly twisting her serpentine body through the canyon to ensure she could draw in more phantoms.

Rod was amazed within, no wonder the spirit women are so valued, Jessica’s Awakened State was too strong.

In this battle, she was absolutely the main force upfront, always holding the front line, providing Rod and Soron with the space they needed.

At that moment, Rod noticed that the combat capability of the phantoms had neared that of Third Level combatants; surrounding Jessica were at least a few thousand phantoms, yet she still effortlessly maneuvered through them.

The canyon had cleared significantly, Rod, facing little obstruction, rapidly reached the pile of corpses.

Upon closer inspection, this mass of mutilated bodies was immensely nauseating. This dark distortion phenomenon was different from others; it had a physical entity, not just a twisted mass of darkness.

An idea suddenly occurred to Rod.

"Can I attack it directly?"

No sooner did the thought cross his mind than Rod acted on it.

He flicked his fingers rapidly, launching dozens of star shuttles onto the pile of corpses, exploding a large swath of them, fragments of shattered bodies splattering everywhere.

But the pile of corpses showed no reaction, still lying motionless in its giant grasp.

Unbelievably, the corpse fragments began moving on their own, crawling back to the pile and merging with it.

In just a moment, the pile of corpses had returned to its original state.

Rod knew it was useless, attacks on the dark distortion phenomenon without destroying the source were futile.

He could only stand beside the pile of corpses, intently watching it with the Eye of the Soul, his right hand clenched, waiting for the birth of the Dark Soul.

How long it had been, he couldn’t tell, but the transparency of the phantoms had already been reduced by half, indicating their connection with reality had reached halfway, each phantom becoming exceedingly troublesome, their movements swift and fierce.

Just in terms of combat capability, they had nearly reached that of Second Level combatants.

The swarm of flying insects around Jessica had already formed a dense black cluster, yet in such an onslaught, she still protected Soron and continued to draw in new phantoms.

In that instant of Rod’s amazement, a bizarre fluctuation occurred.

It wasn’t a ripple of Spiritual Energy, but rather some form of nascent evil manifesting its presence.

The nascent Dark Soul, the moment it appeared, rapidly unfolded its shell of Spiritual Energy, protecting itself for the moment, ensuring its safety.

But in that lightning-fast moment, Rod still reacted, his right hand plunging directly into the soul.

He didn’t grasp the Soul string but seized a large mass of darkness instead.

Suddenly, a very strong suction force came from the darkness, pulling at Rod’s soul in the opposite direction.

Although rare, this wasn’t the first time Rod had encountered such a situation; he immediately surged his full Spiritual Energy, with over 5000 units bursting forth from deep within his soul, a powerful Spiritual Light appearing on his person, providing him with unmatched strength.

But it wasn’t enough, the pulling force far surpassed his own.

Rod immediately activated [Soul Burning], biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood, flames fiercely erupting and quickly enveloping his entire body.

The Spiritual Energy became hot and violent, its strength skyrocketing in an instant, but Rod felt his soul still being pulled.

Bad!

Rod felt a block within his heart.

This dark distortion phenomenon is so strong!

With that thought, he suddenly activated the triple flame emblem around his neck—the Fire Crown.

Another ray of red light rose on his body, the powerful Fire Blessing possessing him, instantly feeling his strength greatly increase, now matched with the pulling force.

Good!

Rod felt invigorated, then activated his strongest trump card [Giant God Power].

In an instant, Rod felt his whole body swell, invincible Spiritual Energy rising from the depths of his soul, an irresistible force exploding within his body, he clenched his right hand and forcefully pulled back.

Boom!

A dull thud seemed to come from the void.

Rod’s vision blackened, his smile hadn’t even had time to fully appear before he fell into a pitch-black space.

What?

Rod was immediately stunned.

What is this?

Where have I come to?

Rod looked around, everywhere was just silent darkness, without an end in sight.

Could it be? Had the Soul Blast failed? Had I died?

But even if it had failed, didn’t I have the Resurrection Stone?

Why haven’t I resurrected?

Rod tried running around, but it was meaningless; he couldn’t see either a beginning or an end.

He immediately connected with the Dream Realm and was relieved to find that it was still somewhat normal.

But soon, Rod discovered something abnormal.

In the Dream Realm, whether the Book of Knowledge, the Book of the Future, dolls, or Asa, all stood still, unresponsive to whatever he said or did.

Rod’s heart sank.

What exactly is going on?

Am I trapped in a nightmare?

While he was utterly bewildered, a voice from the doll suddenly echoed in Rod’s soul.

"Master, my lord, is that you?"

Rod replied immediately with delight, "It’s me, I seem to have entered into a false space. What exactly is going on?"

But the doll did not respond, and after Rod asked several times, it finally slowly answered, "It’s me, please don’t speak so fast, I can’t clearly hear you."

The doll’s speech was extremely slow and very muddled, just like an old man with dementia.

Rod patiently waited for it to finish speaking before he slowly asked, "Where am I now? What exactly happened?"

The doll responded word by word, "You are in your Soul Space, your situation is very special, your will was accelerated tens of thousands of times, so to you, it seems like we are standing still."

"Tens of thousands of times?"

Rod was significantly shocked.

"Then how did you react to it?"

The doll replied, "Master, my combat reflexes are extremely fast. I felt something whirl around the Dream Realm abruptly, which is not a normal situation. Thus, I immediately entered combat mode, heard your strange voice, and realized something was wrong with you. So, I used a point of Divinity to enhance myself just enough to keep up with your speed and communicate with you."

Rod was both surprised and impressed. He hadn’t expected the doll to be so reliable in a crucial moment.

"You’re truly remarkable, Aphro. What should I do now? Should I return to the Dream Realm first?"

The doll slowly replied, "No... Master, your state is very special, and every moment away from the Soul Space puts immense pressure on your soul. Please do not leave this special space under any circumstances."

Rod anxiously said, "Then how do I get out?"

"Don’t worry, master, there must be a way out."

Saying not to worry was one thing, but how could Rod not worry? He was at the critical moment of a decisive strike, yet he had run into this bizarre place.

If he missed the opportunity for a fatal blow and the Dark Twisted Phantom gained a soul and evolved into a monster, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But worrying was useless now, Rod could only force himself to calm down, clear his thoughts, and slowly asked, "Aphro, how did I get in here, do you know?"

The doll answered, "I can only guess. It’s the special ability of the soul you were in contact with. The moment you were about to kill it, it triggered this ability and dragged you into this Soul Space. If it can kill you here, it can reverse its otherwise certain fate."

Rod understood in an instant, it must be the soul of the Dark Twisted Phantom.

Unwilling to die just like that, it had used this tactic.

This might be one of the abilities of it or of the polluted Divine Artifact.

But how are you going to kill me?

Based on the doll’s description, this state definitely couldn’t last too long.

Rod looked around and suddenly, he saw a phantom slowly emerging from the air.

It was dressed in dark blue armor, wearing a large cloak, holding a hiltless long sword and a wedge-shaped shield, in the standard attire of a Fighting Star Knight. The only difference was that its Fighting Star emblem was ablaze.

Rod watched it warily and then noticed its stature was very similar to that of the corpse in the cave.

Upon closer examination, it wasn’t just similar, it was identical.

Was this the Knight Captain?

Rod thought to himself.

The phantom hadn’t moved, standing as if it was waiting for something.

Rod noticed it was gradually becoming more solid and instantly realized it was waiting to resonate with the trajectory of the past.

What am I waiting for?

Rod cursed himself, took a step forward, and charged like lightning. Simultaneously, his fingers flickered with starlight as a Super Star Shuttle rapidly condensed.