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 light fell, and one Living Corpse Knight had already turned to ash, while another continued to hack at the puppets.


These guys didn't seem to have any intelligence; they purely acted on instinct.


Wood Puppets weren't much of an expense for him now; he already had many in stock.


Flesh Puppets were a bit more advanced, so there were fewer of them.


In just a moment, a few hundred more puppets joined the battle, quickly stabilizing the situation and holding back the enemy.


Having chosen his position well, Rod fired ten fully-formed Star Shuttles once again, and the second knight also fell.


It had cost him dearly: one "Soul Defense," over eight hundred "Wood Puppets," and sixty "Flesh Puppets."


Chapter 352 Battle of the Source (Part 2)_2