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 Hero Hall was left in a deathly silence, so quiet that even breathing was barely audible.


The Bishop stared intently at Rod, searching for any hint of hesitation, fear, or retreat in his expression.


These were the cracks in the soul that wouldn't appear under normal circumstances, but at critical moments, they could lead to a mental collapse.


However, there was none of the usual signs in Rod's expression.


At first, he was a bit shocked, but gradually, his eyes brightened like the morning star in the night.


"Your Excellency the Bishop, is what you say true?"


The Bishop replied with the utmost certainty, "Of course!"


But this answer did not achieve the expected effect.


In the darkness, the Bishop clearly saw Rod smile.


"I will do my utmost to fight these demons and monsters, I will slaughter all these harmful vermin until the sun shines upon the earth again."


Chapter 312: Trials of the Hall