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

Meanwhile, a hunter shook the "Silence Bell," creating a silent domain.


It could reduce the disturbance caused by combat within the range; though not very effective against high-level battles, it was better than nothing.


Four fireballs soared into the air, illuminating the area.


In the midst of countless black decaying matter, a giant, worm-like monster lay at the center, its back a massive gash from which countless bones and putrid flesh bloomed like flowers.


Atos's blade struck down, leaving only a charred mark.


The Corrupted Demon Dragon no longer had any dragon features and resembled a ferocious giant insect.


It rushed and collided rapidly amongst the decaying matters, attacking with its claws, head, and half a massive tail.


Atos, his body flickering with Thunder Light, swelled into a blue thunder giant, holding the Thunder Shield in his left hand and the Thunder Blade in his right, confronting the demon dragon head-on.


Chapter 217: The Ashes of the Demon Dragon