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

Everyone exclaimed in unison. Captain O'Hara was the first to react, leaping forward to block the second strike from the shadowy figure.


Molly's mist quickly enveloped Rod, pulling him away from the danger zone.


Anna burst into a purple mist, transforming into a fully armored centaur.


With a leap, she picked up Rod onto her back. With a kick of her front hoofs, she flipped and leapt out of the building in two steps.


Behind them, O'Hara, Conrad, and Beowood were already clashing with the grey shadow.


Anna urgently asked, "Molly, how is Rod's injury?"


Molly's calm voice came through the mist.


"The blade has pierced his right lung. There's no corruption, no curse."


A bottle of Blood Element flew out from Rod's body, pouring into his mouth under the guidance of the mist.


The blood's liquid form evaporated upon entry, turning into red steam that diffused into Rod's body, healing his wound at a visibly fast rate.


Chapter 247: The Gray-robed Fire Guardian