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

"Lord Rod, Mother Superior Frankie seeks an audience," said a voice.


Rod's entire face seemed about to split with shock.


Those bulging muscles, that firm jawline, that dense beard; a manlier man than Schwarzenegger himself claiming to be a nun?


Claiming to be a nun was one thing, but wearing a nun's habit and headpiece too?


The worst part was, he was even wearing black tights, which his muscular elephant legs were nearly bursting out of.


Then, something even more blinding happened.


A group of burly nuns wearing habits and stretching black tights with their elephant legs marched toward him, lined up in a row, and kneeled in unison while proclaiming loudly,


"Healing Cult, Nineteenth Nun Group, at your service, Lord Rod!"


He initially suspected Horus was messing with him on purpose, but he quickly remembered something.


Chapter 297: Humanity Never Submits_3