The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1859 - 842: Master Carse (2)

Master Carse shook his head slightly.

"You don’t understand; ’Soul Taker’ is what you call it. I have never acknowledged it..."

"Don’t hold too high expectations. I’m not confident I can heal the old king of Trolian. His situation is too complex, having been severely wounded by an indescribable terror, now dormant in the Holy Fire, merging with it, and his soul body is showing signs of transference... Even my abilities have limits, and he’s teetering on the brink of complete disappearance. Bringing him back is nearly impossible."

Rhein said in a deep voice, "As long as there is a sliver of a chance, we will not give up."

Master Carse nodded, looking somewhat troubled at the injured around him: "To heal such a unique individual, I’ll need to return to the Royal City to make extensive preparations. But there are many severely wounded people here; leaving immediately might not be good for them. You know, my students are just incompetent, um, good-for-nothings..."

The priests and clerics around hung their heads in shame, even though they already possessed strong healing abilities; compared to Master Carse, they were far behind.

"Don’t worry."

Suddenly, Rod said.

"I still have the bubbles."

After such a long campaign, over 60,000 portions of nightmare fuel had accumulated in the Dream Realm. If he wished, he could create many Colorful Dreams and Eternal Dreams.

And in the Spring of Hope, one Colorful Dream could yield one hope bubble. He had just exchanged for three hope bubbles, with such great power; healing those ordinary severely injured ones would be a breeze.

"Master, according to my calculations, just three more hope bubbles will suffice," the Book of Knowledge said.

Rod nodded and threw three Colorful Dreams into the Spring of Hope. The sparkling spring water immediately began to boil, and a magnificent rainbow appeared in the air, with a strong life force gathering in the spring water.

Soon, three shining bubbles appeared in the spring water.

Rod gently picked them up and, with a thought, returned to the Material World and sprinkled the three hope bubbles over the heavily injured area. The healing spray immediately spread across the ground.

Everyone’s eyes widened, once again witnessing the birth of a miracle.

The countless severely wounded were instantly healed by this divine power, and one by one, warriors in deep comas awakened.

"Am I... okay?"

"My wounds, they are healed?"

"Truly, Lord Soul Taker!"

"Long live Lord Soul Taker!"

Cries of elation echoed one after another, and the warriors saluted the dwarf in the sky.

Master Carse was about to explain, but Rod stopped him.

"Master, this misunderstanding benefits me."

Master Carse instantly understood; such things were not uncommon. Some individuals associated with the Black Fog taboo must deliberately conceal their existence.

Suddenly, he understood why Trolian called Rod a "black bucket."

"Hmm, but I still can’t bring myself to say it... My bumbling students, how can they compare to such greatness?"

Solos smiled and said, "Then call him the Dark Destroyer. That title seems fitting."

Master Carse nodded and suddenly asked, "Why can the Source Heavenly God Throne be used?"

Rod replied, "It has already touched upon a taboo. The king’s disasters have descended multiple times, and there won’t be any bigger ones."

"Then let’s head back at once," urged Rhein.

Carse nodded without saying more, gathered his belongings, and left with Rhein and his elite Knight Order.

Watching them depart, Rod curiously asked, "Lord Solos, doesn’t Master Carse possess four Root Origins? Is he not more powerful than Rhein?"

Solos answered, "Of course not. Rhein is special. As the ’Source Carrier,’ he not only bears the Primordial but also receives its feedback. That is his law; his true combat power far exceeds the norm without any risk."

Rod asked in surprise, "Risk, what risk?"

Solod did not answer: "When you step into the Primordial, you will understand."

He took a step forward, and a merciless force was released from his soul, the terrifying divine power of level 18 Spiritual Energy.

"Terminator Legion, ready the warriors!"

"Yes!"

Eleven warriors stepped forward in unison, with a similar power released from their souls as from Solos, but their power was much smaller in comparison.

Boom!

Rod vaguely heard a roaring sound in the void, countless ripples released from their souls, engulfing the heavens and the earth, as if the world itself was warping with it.

An incredibly terrifying force erupted from Solos, a power Rod had never seen before, far surpassing the Human Demon, exceeding the Primordial Form of the Ancient Death God Hasta, the center of the Three Realms seemed to become Solos himself, as if the entire universe was collapsing towards him.

Solos raised his right hand, layers upon layers of phantoms gathered in his hand, countless frenziedly twisting strings.

Unimaginable destruction emanated from his hand, giving Rod the illusion that the world was about to end.

Boom!

A light sound seemingly from the void, Solos lightly waved his hand, and those countless strands of Destruction’s String transformed into shock waves and dissipated.

"All things, terminate!"

Boom!

The deafening roar surged into Rod’s ears like a tide, the world at that moment seemed to collapse, with the destruction ripple unfolding in a fan shape, instantly pulverizing any Black Fog Symbionts it touched.

As the destruction ripple unfolded, the black tide disappeared layer by layer, as if erased by a rubber.

In an instant, the black tide engulfing the heavens and the earth vanished.

"All warriors."

Solos’s voice instantly spread across the vast battlefield.

"Orderly retreat; the battle isn’t over!"

"Repeat, the battle isn’t over!"

The warriors began their retreat, with hundreds of thousands of warriors, plus tens of thousands of medical and logistical personnel, the entire formation remained orderly.

The priests gathered the Guardian Fire and placed it into Spirit Lamps, the clerics led the wounded, while the logistics personnel carried supplies, everything in perfect order.

"Lord Rod, come with me."

With Solos’s soul calmed, that terrifying force disappeared.

"We still need to further break through the deep black tides of the Fallen Ship."

Rod exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t this enough?"

Solos shook his head: "Not enough, without the Soul Taker, even the weakened aftershocks of the black tide are beyond their defense."

Rod was genuinely startled by this. "Is Master Carse really so important?"

Solos smiled and said, "The Great Shepherd Leader once said that in a large-scale battlefield, his presence alone can equal five legions."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"Additionally, we still need to kill the true body state of the Black Fog Symbionts and the three subordinate gods fallen on the Fallen Ship."

Rod nodded, this was indeed the prophecy of the Giant Graveyard; regardless of whether they intend to flee, a complete Star Marrow Altar would benefit humanity.

"Then let’s set out."

Solos snapped his fingers softly, and an invisible ripple enveloped him. This powerful divine power took Rod deeper into the Fallen Ship.

It must be said, the prophecy of the Prophetic City was indeed very formidable. Not long after entering the deeper parts of the Fallen Ship, Solos successively identified the Black Fog Symbionts hiding in the corners and possessing souls.

In perfect coordination with Solos, Rod quickly killed 100 Black Fog Symbionts, reaping their souls.

Like the Black Fog Avatar with a soul, these Black Fog Symbionts were all Fallen of ancient human warriors.

Rod noticed that they seemed to have a very special connection with the Fallen Ship.

Like the Black Fog Avatar with a soul, these Black Fog Symbionts were all Fallen of ancient human warriors.

Rod noticed that they seemed to have a very special connection with the Fallen Ship.