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 Upper City's unprecedented and thorough cleansing was undoubtedly the most attention-grabbing event in the Royal City during this period.


Every day, the streets and alleys of the Royal City bustled with discussions about who was arrested, who was found guilty, and who was sentenced to the extreme penalty.


Located at the East Great City Gate, Silver Cross Street had become the busiest street in the Royal City, packed with people every day, and at dusk, countless individuals gathered here, eagerly awaiting the spectacle.


They were all there to witness the execution of the once high-and-mighty figures of the Royal City by the Black Death penalty.


The condemned were confined in sturdy Black Iron prison carts, their bodies shackled with silver chains and fetters.


The prison carts were pulled out of the City Gate at dusk, placed unprotected in the Black Fog, and then dragged back the following dusk.


Chapter 297: Humanity Never Submits