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

"We need a bigger living space, the Trolians need to be stronger."


"This is my deepest dream, and the Trident River is the most important node, please."


The room fell silent for a moment until Rod's voice rang out.


"This is the hero of the Trolians, he won't let down anyone who hopes for the strength of humanity."


For a moment, Tyrion felt a warm current injected into his heart; he looked up to see Rod's young but reliable face, as if seeing the shadow of another great figure.


Such a thought suddenly popped into Tyrion's mind.


The moment it appeared, it firmly occupied his heart and refused to go away.


The battle at Lighthouse Number Twenty thoroughly verified his judgement.


After being equipped with a new Spiritual Power Reactor, the Lighthouse embarked on a new campaign.


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