The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 88 - 70 Cremains_2

Chapter 88: Chapter 70 Cremains_2

With that thought, Rod shouted:

"I’ve found it! The Monster Ash of the Plague Demon."

Roger, holding a tiny orange-red flame in his hands, was carefully healing the Shielded Warrior and Eve without turning his head, he answered:

"Put it in the Ash Urn, it’s part of our spoils of war, which we can distribute when we return."

The Ash Urn is made of Red Stone, designed to prevent the power of the ashes from leaking or being polluted.

Rod didn’t carry such an item, but he found one on Keith—

The fellow had just turned into a green giant, having burst all his clothes, including his underwear, which was very eye-catching, and thereby allowing Rod to easily spot the red box tied around his waist.

After putting the Monster Ash of the Plague Demon into the urn, Rod asked, "What do we do now?"

"I’ll need another quarter hour; you take a look around and see if there’s any other loot. This place was chosen by the Plague Demon as its nest, there might be something special about it."

Rod glanced into the profound darkness, similar to ink, and hesitated, "I’m not going to run into something spooky, am I?"

After hearing this, Roger couldn’t help but feel both annoyed and amused:

"Aren’t you a full-fledged Spiritual Visionary? Why would you ask that? For some reason, I always get a contradictory vibe from you, like a kid driving a big Spirit Car, not quite fitting in."

Rod scratched his head; indeed, he had not fully adjusted to his identity and the power he possessed.

Roger softened his voice, then added, "Don’t worry, there usually isn’t any danger near a powerful monster."

That made sense.

Rod thus confidently began his investigation of the vicinity.

He walked for a moment and, imitating Sherlock Holmes, picked up a clump of soil from the ground.

It appeared to have decayed, sparse and lacking any stickiness.

Beneath the soil, there were blue stones that were quite smooth, seemingly not of natural origin, bearing pockmarked signs of corrosion and looking ancient.

This place resembled an abandoned reservoir, but its depth was absurd.

Unable to help himself, Rod asked, "Captain, is this the bottom layer of the sewer?"

"How could that be? This is the surface layer; the bottom layer is filled with countless terrifying things that we’re not meant to visit."

Rod clicked his tongue, "Why is there such a deep place beneath the Royal City? Why would the sewer be built like this? It’s like an Underground City."

"I don’t know either. Your question might be of great interest to the Ash Diggers school."

"Ash Diggers school?"

"Those who specialize in studying and excavating the history of the Royal City."

Rod found this odd: "Aren’t you guys familiar with the history of the Royal City?"

"That’s what’s curious about you." Roger laughed: "What do you mean ’you guys’?"

A tightness gripped Rod’s heart, he had misspoken without thinking, but fortunately, Roger didn’t mind and calmly said,

"Indeed, we don’t understand the Royal City; this city is filled with too many secrets. Legend has it that it was built by the Giant Clan during the God’s Epoch, and only came under human rule during the Fire Epoch. Later, when the human hero Trolian placed the Holy Fire here and established Trolian Royal City, it was an even later era."

"Much of history’s inheritance was lost in the lengthy passage of time, and every major disaster was a destruction to civilization. We can only unearth some truths from the remaining records, and that’s what the Ash Diggers school dedicates itself to."

"Some surviving records suggest that the Royal City is very deep underground, possibly even connecting to the Abyss. Of course, I personally don’t believe that. I’d rather think that the waste from the Giants was so substantial that they had to construct this deep underground system. It’s just that time has passed for so long, the Black Fog has turned some of the Giant waste into monsters, thus hindering our further exploration of the Royal City underground."

The last sentence made both of them laugh, also easing the chill and confusion that Rod felt when peering into the vast darkness.

Chatting casually, the two quickly became familiar with each other.

Rod learned that Roger was a Jinworth Academy student of Class 1313, kicked out for accidentally killing a teammate during a mission.

Although he had a good Soul Trait, combining Medical, Purification, Dispel, and Enhancement functions, every army refused him, and recruiters even directly told him they didn’t need warriors who couldn’t be trusted to have their backs.

He could only join a Hunter Group and became a Hunter.

But since his Soul Trait wasn’t suitable for that profession, he remained a Second Level Hunter to this day.

Eve was an orphan he took in during a mission, her parents brutally murdered by Doomsday believers after they refused to cooperate.

Even worse, after Eve was fortunate enough to join the Academy, she was expelled for some unforgivable mistake by Jinworth Academy.

The incident had a tremendous impact on her, and in three years, she hardly ever smiled.

Roger believed the only way to make her laugh was to find her an excellent husband, and he thought Rod was a perfect match, continuously praising how outstanding Eve was.

Rod could only turn a deaf ear and walk further away.

He remembered that the Plague Demon had first been lying in a graveyard, where perhaps there might be something to be discovered.

Soon, Rod found the graveyard.

It was in the very center of this area, already blasted to pieces, but remnants of the carcass still indicated that the tomb had been massive.

Rod peeked inside, empty, with nothing to be seen.

Just as he was about to retract his head, his heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat.

A strong palpitation came over him, something inside the grave was drawing him in!

And this feeling, he was very familiar with it!

This... could this be a fragment of the Dream Realm?

But I didn’t see any patterns of lightning? There aren’t any cult rituals here either.

The calling grew stronger, just like that day.

Rod couldn’t help but jump down, and the moment his feet touched the ground, a familiar scorching sensation came to him, as if something hot had pierced into his body.

His vision went dark, and a number of stagnant images appeared before his eyes:

In an abyss of unfathomable darkness, a huge tomb lay silently in the center.

One by one, unknown creatures either entered or exited.

Until a yellow-green shadow flew into the grave.

The vision disappeared, and the strange sensation faded.

Rod came back to his senses, the images revealing a simple message: a large number of unknown monsters were coming and going from this tomb, and the Plague Demon was the last.

From afar came Roger’s shout, "Rod, where did you go?"

Rod did not answer, raising his right hand, and the lantern at his waist illuminated the back of his hand.

On the back of his hand, black lines intertwined up and down, forming a huge pupil.

The pattern of an eye had appeared once again!

Just like the one he had seen when the Red Stone Village transfer group was annihilated!

What’s happening here?

Could there be two altars?

Countless conjectures echoed in his mind, preventing him from immediately responding to Roger’s call.

A few dozen seconds later.

"What are you doing here?"

Roger appeared above the grave, an orange-red fireball floating above his head, illuminating them.

"Why won’t you answer me?"

Rod was startled out of his thoughts, forcibly gathering his mind, and said awkwardly with a smile, "I was too focused, thinking I might discover something here."

Roger’s face was a bit pale, and he said unhappily, "This kind of abnormal behavior is very dangerous! Suddenly not talking, showing strange behavior, are signs of being infected, of corruption. In tense situations, you might be attacked directly."

"However, this operation is indeed extremely dangerous. I suggest that when you return, you should go to the Soul Church for a thorough and in-depth checkup. An anomaly in the soul is the most dangerous. The sooner it is detected and treated, the better. Once the corruption deepens, you will only have Red Pills to take."

Feeling a chill go down his spine, Rod was reminded of the trialist during the Fire Trial by Roger’s words.

He swiftly discarded that thought, not wanting to remember the scene where the poor man’s ashes were packed into a red box.

"Have they stabilized?"

Rod asked.

"Can we leave now?"

Roger nodded, "Stabilized. Let’s hurry back, without Eve this place just reeks of death, and I can’t stand it for a second longer. That’s why I say, Eve is truly the most perfect woman, even shit smells sweet when she’s around..."

Bro, please stop!