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 presence of the Holy Church in the Royal City has always been minimal, only noticeable during festivals and the guarding of the fire rituals, otherwise, their figures are barely seen.


Archbishop Horus was also very low-key among the four leaders in the Royal City, and often people would even forget such a person existed.


But this was exactly what Horus wanted.


The core of the Holy Church was to guard the Holy Fire, and its ultimate duty was to assist the King.


To become a shadow beside the King, invisible when the King was strong, and to step forward when the King was weak, was the state an Archbishop should maintain.


Now, it had been twenty days since the King had merged with the Holy Fire, and the disturbances had yet to slow down, suggesting that the changes in the Spirit Realm might have reached deep into the Sea of Source, shaking the very foundation of the Holy Fire.


The situation expected to occur in three to five years had already manifested.


Chapter 251: Black Battle Group