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

[Flesh Armor]: Cover the entire body with living flesh to form armor.


The brownish-red flesh spread over his body and swiftly wrapped around Rod.


Molly harbored no doubts, as the Royal City abounded with all sorts of peculiar soul creations, far too numerous to count. Unless it was extremely potent, the Royal City paid little mind.


Just as Rod was about to charge forward, a sword light struck at him like lightning.


Before Rod could complete his evasive maneuver, the longsword pierced through the Flesh Armor.


A sharp pain bore into his left shoulder as the sword edge pierced through the armor, wounding his shoulder.


Molly's ghostly fog clung desperately to the sword edge, preventing it from penetrating any further, and continually spewed Spirit Light Arrows to attack it.


O'Hara sprinted over and raised his hand to block the second strike, but the longsword shattered his Pure Steel Body, leaving two deep, bone-visible gashes in his arm.


Chapter 248 Riding and Slaying