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

The battle group heading out on the expedition was pulled from the Conquest Legion.


The group's Captain was O'Hara, and the Vice-Captain was Conrad, both Fifth Level Combatants, just like Rod.


Although Rod's outward age was less than half of theirs, neither felt any discomfort, but followed his commands completely.


The combatants were slightly younger, ranging from twenty to thirty years old, all Seventh Level warriors, totaling a hundred.


They were all high in spirits, boiling with passion for the pioneering mission that lay ahead.


Bringing more light to the Dark World is the unchanging desire in the heart of every human being.


In Trolian, pioneering new spaces naturally felt right, it was just the harsh external pressure that forced them to be conservative.


But the dream never changed, it just became more distant.


Chapter 228 We Are Sure to Win