The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 788 - 439: Wind Feather_2

Chapter 788: Chapter 439: Wind Feather_2

The dense pollution within the canyon was gradually dissipating, eventually balancing out with the conditions outside, reaching the same level.

The trio then returned to Star Ring Town.

This dilapidated town was still enveloped in black fog, with only a faint glow covering the town center.

The town hall.

Archbishop Horus had already dispatched everyone, including Great Priest Megan, who, despite his current lack of combat power, had a way to control the warriors known as the "Taboo Shadows" of Calier.

In several battlefields, these warriors, brought into existence through unconventional means, had started to lose control.

The Unawakened merged with monsters had fallen into darkness, the Black Spirit Bearers who devoured soul fragments to gain characteristic abilities were experiencing backlash or rejection. The White Spirit Bearers who resonated with broken souls had lost their synchronization, and these phenomena were collectively known as loss of control.

The combatants who lost control either turned into pure monsters, exploded and died, or lost their strength and were killed.

Each outcome was a severe consequence.

And Horus had already received seven such reports.

Horus sighed lightly.

He was originally starkly against Calier participating in the war of Starry Sky City, but the dire shortage of combat power forced him to consider this hidden but potent force within the Royal City.

The strength of sixty combatants akin to First Level Combatants was a tantalizing thought.

And with a single promise, Calier completely won him over—the Shadow Warriors could protect those of the orthodox sequence of First Level Combatants, reducing their casualties.

Especially those dazzling new stars, the hope of humanity.

Horus agreed.

The King also agreed.

Thus, Calier’s covert troops were involved in the battle, arriving on the battlefield of Starry Sky City.

Their arrival indeed greatly relieved the pressure.

Based on previous efficiency, it would have been impossible to clear the threats from the battlefield before the Bright Festival commenced.

If those threats weren’t eliminated, they could bring unpredictable effects to their final battle against Starry Sky City.

However.

Horus clenched his fists, his wooden-like face contorted with grimace.

In just one day’s time, they’d lost the combat power equivalent to seven First Level combatants.

Although they weren’t Fire Holders, just some kind of creations that shouldn’t be exposed to light, they were still warriors. Their battle strength wasn’t much lower than that of First Level Combatants, and they too possessed souls fighting for humanity.

He couldn’t accept this outcome.

Now, the situation on the battlefield had become considerably unfavorable.

After the awakening of the Sith Giant Brain, the Spiritual Energy in all the regions outside Starry Sky City had become incredibly turbulent, alarming many unknown entities. The Fire Son, Luo Weiya, was forced to pursue the Sith Giant Brain that triggered the Spiritual Energy disturbance.

Without the support of the Fire Son, the original battle plans could no longer be carried out, and the new battle plans encountered significant setbacks. Several battlefronts were in crisis, numerous operations had failed, and reports seeking aid came one after another.

Horus had dispatched all his combative forces, yet it was still not enough to ease the dire situation of the battlefield.

Now, in the town, aside from the injured warriors, he was the only one left.

At this moment, another urgent Spiritual Energy report flew in.

"Black Hunter Glade has lost control; Death Ridge battlefield must receive support, or it will fall."

Bang.

The vibrating Spiritual Energy instantly dispersed the text.

Horus stood up abruptly, the Spiritual Light flickering chaotically on him as he struggled to suppress it.

The battlefield of Death Ridge was to the southeast of Star Ring Town, with the other exit of the Dead Spirit Path located there. However, after scouting by the Investigation Legion, they chose Star Ring Town, which was more suited as a stronghold.

But Death Ridge also had to be cleared; otherwise, if monsters invaded backwards through the Dead Spirit Path, the distant connection between Star Ring Town and Trolian would be severed.

But...

Whom shall I send?

Horus found himself in a great dilemma; he had no personnel to dispatch as the wounded in Star Ring Town could not be sent to the battlefield, and he could not leave either, as doing so would not only result in a loss of command and coordination, but also leave Star Ring Town defenseless.

If attacked by monsters, everything would end.

What should I do?

For the third time, Horus handwrote a letter seeking aid, placed it into a Spirit Crow Messenger, and sent it to the Royal City.

But the Royal City’s dispatch won’t be that quick; in the vast expanse of Trolian, the mobilization of combat forces is a very tedious affair.

Horus could only wait, but the anxiety inside him was burning him, making his ordeal unbearably intense.

Just at this moment, the sound of wind chimes rang out, and the doors of the town hall were pushed open.

Rod, Jessica, and Soron stood at the entrance, dusty and travel-worn, with relaxed expressions on their faces.

"Your Grace, the Archbishop,"

Soron walked in with steady steps, trying to cover up his weakness.

"I have completed my task! The time Star Ring Town gave me was twenty-seven days, and I have used a total of only..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the Archbishop had already rushed over and hugged them, his face splitting open like withered wood.

"It’s wonderful! It’s so good that you’ve come back!"

——

In the end, neither Soron nor Rod went to support the Death Ridge battlefield.

Soron’s signature move, Spiritual Light Slash, was notoriously energy-consuming. With one strike, all of his Spiritual Energy would be drained, and he wouldn’t be able to fight again without recovering for more than five days.

Rod’s situation was slightly better. The "Bloody Tears" had only consumed part of his blood, and the weakness brought by the "Giant God Power" could generally recover in about a day.

Only Jessica was as fresh as she was at the beginning, cheerfully accepting the mission to support Death Ridge.

Horus was no longer worried. He was very clear about Jessica’s strength. The Spirit Woman, who possessed Magic Release, was impeccable in all aspects except for a weakness in soul protection.

The Six-Armed Snake Demon would surely sweep through the battlefield.

Soron and Rod were arranged to rest in the town, and Horus personally used several blessings and recovery methods on them. It shouldn’t take long for them to be thrown into combat again.

"Please, let there be no more accidents."

Horus silently prayed in his heart. As the Archbishop, the only possible object of his prayers was the Holy Fire.

"May the Holy Fire bless us, may everything be safe."

——

In a room next to the town hall, Rod got some much-needed rest. He sat on a long bench with hundreds of specific Spiritual Power Potions laid out beside him.

Rod had a unique constitution; only a portion of the potions was effective for him, and those were usually the ones that act directly on the soul and were very expensive.

In the past, they had been a rare sight, and Rod rarely used them.

The Book of Knowledge had told him that for every resource he conserved, it would aid humanity and would increase his Divinity.

But now, Rod didn’t care, because, as a Guardian, the most important thing was his recovery.

After taking the Spiritual Power Potions that were specially made for him, Rod finally had time to return to the Dream Realm.

Upon entering, he saw a smiling puppet and the Book of Knowledge running wildly on the ground.

"Hahaha!"

"We’ve struck it rich, we’ve struck it rich!"

These few words kept repeating on the Book of Knowledge.

Seeing Rod return, it leaped onto Rod’s shoulder and shouted.

"Master, you are incredible!"

"Fifteen Soul Firewoods! We can light a new star again!"

"Our Soul Without Spirit has surpassed 4 billion, enough for us to last a while!"

"And most importantly, the Wind Feather, hahaha, the Wind’s Phantom is a very powerful star, and its Quantification will bring us new strength!"

The Book of Knowledge excitedly couldn’t stop wiggling on Rod’s shoulder.

The puppet said with a smile, "Master, your growth is on the fast track now. Please recover quickly. This world needs your strength, just as a fire needs firewood. Humankind cannot be without the Master of Dreams."

Rod nodded slightly. Every bit of his growth was a resistance against the dark future, a reliance to face the incoming invasion.

He approached the Obelisk, where fifteen Soul Firewoods were neatly arranged, the flowing flames lighting up his eyes and sincerely bringing him joy.

Asa shrank back far away, remaining silent.

The Book of the Future lay on the bookshelf, consuming Spirituality, feeling neither happy nor unhappy with Rod’s growth.

Rod’s hand slid over the Soul Firewood and grabbed onto the Wind Feather, semi-transparent and shaped like a feather.

This was the Source Material of the "Wind’s Phantom."

He decided to Quantify "Wind’s Phantom" first.

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