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 hidden den of the Polluter Sect, heavily destroyed, was forced to relocate deeper.


The dangerous environment and terrifying monsters caused them even greater losses.


What was more serious was the blow to their beliefs. The Polluter Sect always preached that fire is evil, Black Fog is friendly, monsters are not as terrifying as the Royal City claims, and that the true world is blockaded by the Royal City, with paradise lying beyond the Black Fog.


But the monsters in the depths of the sewers were so mutated, deformed, twisted—they were like the untouchable horrors from the deepest nightmares. Even the most devout Doomsday believers found it hard to believe that these monsters could be friendly, let alone accept that they might turn into such things.


No strict doctrine could prevent the cultists from fleeing anymore.


When the Great Sect Leader found a place to hide, the already small team had dwindled to less than a hundred people.


Chapter 332: Spirit Realm Strike