The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 87 - 70 Cremains

Chapter 87: Chapter 70 Cremains

Black ash billowed from the monster’s remains.

It wasn’t just the remains; its derivatives, the scattered pus, and the pervasive poison fog, all turned into black ash.

The entire space was obscured by the rising black ash.

This was the black soul of the monster born from the Black Fog, fragmented, and the spectacle of its broken remnants falling back into the Void.

But Roger did not see that a massive black line had entered Rod’s body.

Overwhelming joy did not cloud his mind as he shouted, "Save them, save them quickly! Preserve their souls, the Cult of Healing will restore them."

But the only ones capable of movement were him and Rod.

And Rod was a novice, unfamiliar with potions and methods of healing.

He had to step up himself, letting Rod assist by handing over the medical potions.

The mission was a success, and the tearing pain in his mind did not hinder his good mood.

It was just an overuse of Spiritual Energy, but it could also be soul contamination.

Having been subjected to such a powerful mental attack from the monster, they had to be cautious.

He would need to visit the Soul Church soon.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t cost too much.

During the healing process, Roger discovered that this young, complete Spiritual Visionary, the future star, the most valuable person in this battle, was astonishingly lacking in common sense.

His assessment of injuries was purely superficial, making him resemble a Stone Wood Core rather than the legendary complete Spiritual Visionary.

For instance, he was extremely worried about warriors with broken legs and arms, afraid that they would become disabled, whereas he was unconcerned about Eve, who appeared uninjured, thinking she just needed some sleep.

"Rod, your way of judging is wrong."

Roger spoke earnestly, feeling happy seeing any human who had the potential to become a strong future warrior.

Being able to help him get stronger made him even happier.

"To judge the severity of a person’s injuries, you need to see if their soul is stable and intact."

"As long as the soul is fine, the Cult of Healing can address all their problems, but if the soul is damaged, then it’s more troublesome."

Rod remembered his last experience in the sewers, nodded in agreement, and wondered how Reslin, Egger, and Karamon were doing. He planned to visit them when he had the time.

The battle had been brief but extremely perilous. The Plague Demon’s bizarre capabilities had left a deep impression on him; having suffered serious injuries and been ambushed, they had nearly been wiped out.

If that had been the Plague Demon in its complete form, how powerful would it have been?

Joy coursed through Rod’s heart.

The complete soul of such a strong monster must be a powerful soul, right?

"Soul Firewood" should be able to be created now, right?

He had long awaited to elevate his Star.

That day was finally arriving.

What made him more relieved was that no one in the Hunting Squad had died.

Only three were in critical condition, five were seriously injured, but all were saved under Roger’s care.

However, the situation for the Shielded Warrior and Eve was very unstable; the former was too grievously injured with a shattered jaw, broken arms, and a collapsed chest that threatened his soul, while the latter had depleted her Spiritual Energy, overused, and was extremely weak.

They needed to be stabilized for a moment before they could be moved out.

Roger popped another Soul Red Crystal into his mouth, lit an orange fire and said, "Rod, go check the place where the Plague Demon died for any Monster Ash."

"Monster Ash?"

Rod knew this was the embers left after a monster’s death, containing certain amounts of Soul Power, which could be collected and sent back to Royal City, a very important material.

The embers from too weak a monster would quickly dissipate, while those from a strong monster might condense into clumps with distinctive features.

Since Royal City was constantly battling monsters from the Black Fog, Monster Ash was not uncommon, and Rod could even buy many common types at a relatively cheap price.

But he had never seen ash from such a strong monster.

Of course, not all monsters left behind ash. Rod had only seen one monster drop a piece in person.

Would this one have it?

Filled with anticipation, Rod hurried over.

The place where the Plague Demon had died was now nothing but thick embers. Its massive body was like it had been consumed by fierce fire; its soul turned into flying ash and its flesh into embers.

After nearly a month of hard study, Rod was no longer a neophyte.

He knew that embers that wouldn’t be blown away by the wind were the ones with Soul Power, while any ash without power would scatter with the wind.

Rod, inflating his lungs, blew furiously, raising clouds of dust, but he didn’t mind and soon found a clump of ash that had formed into a chunk which resembled a swaddle but contained no baby, just an umbilical cord.

The image was somewhat startling.

But Rod didn’t mind and carefully picked it up, his palm even feeling the residual warmth.

For a moment, he thought of keeping this remarkable piece of Monster Ash for himself, but then he thought of his teammates who had sacrificed themselves to hold off the monster for him, and the idea faded.

After all, in the current crafting requirements, any Monster Ash would do.

Although he could use it to create "Soul Ash," summon a Plague Demon to fight for him, it would only be once.

Moreover, the soul of a Plague Demon was needed to make Soul Firewood, so it couldn’t be used with the Plague Demon’s ash to craft its summoning.