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

Rod found himself dismayed to discover that his Black Battle Group couldn't join him on his campaign, as Anna was receiving healing at the Church's medical center. Her Spiritual Energy had been depleted too much, causing certain damage to her soul, while Mephit had returned to the Silver Oath for Curse Sealing.


Rod felt terribly disappointed, thinking that it was time to expand the battle group a bit, or else with just those two or three people, it would be hard to keep pace with him.


There were many candidates, but very few could be called the "best partner."


Since he had returned from Star Town, the Royal City had imposed strict controls on the entry threshold for the Black Battle Group, and he couldn't just add people as he pleased.


Rod had a few in mind and planned to apply to the Royal City upon his return.


It would be best to go directly to the King.


The King's word was what truly mattered.


Chapter 347 Storm Castle