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

It's just that now things needed to speed up.


She was working in a large hall within the Underground City.


It was a considerably large space at the bottom of the Underground City, close to the Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground, which she had designated as her primary office location.


Speaking of which, Molly was actually much more hardworking than Rod. During the day, she had to merge with Rod, turning into a mist attached to him, providing him with the acceleration of 'Wind Black Silk' and directing him, arranging the order of strikes, and even commanding the entire battlefield. She was extremely busy.


At night, she would come back to deal with logistics, supplies, combat planning, and a series of other matters, leaving her with hardly any free time.


When Rod arrived, she was furiously writing at her desk, but behind her were two strangers dressed as hunters, assisting her with document handling.


Chapter 242 King of the Pot_2