Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

Rod had finally witnessed the true power of Trolian.


The legendary four Great Knight Captains appeared one by one, as platoons of knights arrived through the air.


Following closely behind were the neatly arranged City Defense Legion, the fierce and mighty Conquest Legion, and the sharp and efficient Investigation Legion.


Then came the Night Watchers in black robes, Calier's secret army unit shrouded in gray cloaks, the Holy Church's combat cult in splendid attire, and the variously dressed Hunter Group.


The long procession was to circle around Royal City following the First Avenue, to showcase Trolian's invincible strength.


And at the end of the parade, the grandest figures arrived, the highest-ranked seven Combatants of Trolian.


Although Rod had not seen them in this war, he knew they represented the ultimate force that the Military War Department could muster, and that any action involving them required unanimous consent from the highest-level war council.


Chapter 209: The King's Hand