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 matter of the Ancient God was momentarily pushed to the back of his mind by Rod; it was not something that could be dealt with now. The most critical task at present was to guard the Lighthouse.


After returning to the Lighthouse, Lannis detailed the current situation to Rod.


Since the opening of the Underworld, the demonized ant-bees had swarmed out, almost drowning the Trident River Region, posing a giant threat to both the nearby front and rear areas.


When the support from the Fire Hall arrived, the situation improved a bit, with the Lighthouse as a stronghold at least not having fallen.


A portion of the Battle Groups had gathered and were now preventing the demonized ants from spreading further.


As the guardians of Lighthouse 20, their primary mission was to stop strong monsters from breaking through the perimeter and assaulting the combatants who were locked in fierce battle.


Chapter 321: Brightest