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 wandered through the air as if searching for something.


When Rod encountered it, it suddenly expanded, and an echo from the void appeared in the air.


"Darkness, endless darkness, invincible, invincible!"


"Run, children, run! Disaster has come!"


"Erosion, erosion has begun! Everything is over!"


"...Kill me, kill me, whoever it is, I beg you, kill me!"


The voice was full of panic, anxiety, despair, and fear; it did not sound like a dignified god but rather like a human being facing an irresistible natural disaster.


The Book of Knowledge jumped into Rod's arms, looking at the Spiritual Light.


It kept repeating these sentences, looking like a record of voices.


"Hmm... This must be the last words of the Ancient God Heragotos before death."


Rod casually said, "Is this what gods are like?"


"His spirit might have broken... The true Black Fog is a curse that can even erode gods."


Chapter 282 Rebirth of the Ancient God_4