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 commanders looked at each other, puzzled. They had intended to ask Elder Amendo to use the authority of the First Elder to request reinforcements from Royal City again.


The situation at Storm Castle had deteriorated to such an extent that the arrival of just one or two High Rank Combatants could no longer reverse their fortunes. They either needed an organized group of High Rank Combatants, Special Level Combatants, or the main army corps for support.


In their minds, only these three options could save Storm Castle.


Yet they hadn't expected the First Elder to come up with such an unimaginable suggestion.


Chapter 351 Battle of the Source (Part 1)