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

It struck the heart of every warrior fighting in the Trident River Region like a shot of adrenaline, and the situation on the battlefield finally eased slightly, allowing the combat-weary warriors a moment to catch their breath.


First Commander Herman took a long, relieved breath and went out of his way to award the number twenty Lighthouse with a huge war honor. After the war ended, the Military War Department would verify their merits and give corresponding accolades.


The entire number twenty Lighthouse was full of laughter and cheerful voices; everyone was warmly discussing that satisfying and sweeping victory. Collectors made delicious Soul Soup from the ashes of monsters, supplying it to everyone for their use.


This tasty broth added an even richer and sweeter flavor to the victory.


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