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 ranks of Living Corpse Knights that stood densely packed were markedly thinning on the southeast side.


Rod realized in a flash that this so-called "Dark Seal" could not resurrect the monsters that he had killed.


The "Dark Devourer" had taken their souls.


However, Rod suddenly associated that the essence of a Dark Soul was the Black Fog.


Had the "Dark Devourer" taken the power of the Black Fog?


Rod felt a chill down his spine, realizing that the Dream Realm could actually digest the power of the Black Fog, something that in all books and theories was considered untouchable and indestructible. It was the dark side of the cosmos, the curse of the world, the law of darkness, an inevitable lethal wound.


Those who devour the Black Fog would inevitably be devoured by it.


Would I eventually turn into a monster as well?


Chapter 354 Battle of the Source (Part 3)