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

Gathering it was so exhausting, yet spending it happened so fast. Just a moment ago, there seemed to be plenty of Divinity, but now it felt like hardly any was left.


Rod sighed faintly and picked up three pieces of Soul Firewood, returning to the front of the Obelisk.


This time, he landed directly in front of the "Star Shuttle" bonfire.


After the star ignited and connected with his soul, he managed to land nearby without having to fly a long distance like before.


Rod cast the three pieces of Soul Firewood into the bonfire.


They gathered on their own in the center of the bonfire, becoming its core.


With a thought, ten million Souls Without Spirit fell into the bonfire like black and white snowflakes.


The pale silver flames, reminiscent of burning starlight, trembled slightly and began to expand gradually.


When the last Soul Without Spirit fell in, the fire surged violently, doubling in size.


Chapter 281: The Ancient God Returns_2