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

Pushing open the gates of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, a stunning blonde woman walked out.


She arrogantly glanced at Rod and said indifferently, "Who are you? Why don't you kneel when you see me?"


The blonde woman glanced at him, snorted coldly, and left with her head held high.


Rod felt a bit strange, but he didn't care too much.


As he entered the Sacrificial Altar, the king was sitting in his throne, his face pale, looking very tired and weak.


But upon seeing Rod, he managed a smile.


"Little Rod, you've come... You must have met Lilith, she's my lover—don't mind her, she's always so arrogant," the king said.


Rod blinked, seeing the weakened state of the king, he couldn't help but make an unfortunate association.


Really? I didn't expect you to be that kind of king. Is it really appropriate to do such things in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground?


Chapter 224: The Sorrow of the Holy Fire