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

Despite Rod's logical arguments, neither the King nor Horus agreed with his opinion.


Under the protection of the King, this strategy might have been successful; some clearly tarnished individuals being killed by a hero acting out of a sense of justice wasn't an unforgivable sin. Moreover, Rod had all but secured his place in the Fire Hall. For Royal City, which was in dire need of high-level combatants, such a mistake was not irreversible and could be forgiven.


However, the King intended to shape Rod into an even greater image, to become a banner for Royal City, just like Alan.


Such a blemish was absolutely unacceptable.


But Rod didn't really want to become such a public figure, burdened with the image of an idol.


Chapter 293: Explosion