The Last King of Darkness

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After a moment of silence, the special envoy said: "I will report this matter to the king and the Supreme Council. Rhodes is temporarily locked in the black prison and conducts a more in-depth investigation on Gregor, especially about the six oathed knights."

He looked around and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please keep in mind that unity is our strength. At any time, please don't point the blade at your comrades."

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

Everyone in the judgment seat looked different, and no one spoke.

In this way, Rhodes returned to the cell.

But he was not depressed or worried at all, and the cell was quiet and undisturbed, just in time to concentrate on his studies.

Some time ago, he was very nervous. He had almost no time to study the dream world. He was a tense battle all day long. Although he had achieved extraordinary results, his understanding of himself was very backward.

His fighting method is actually very simple, spirit gun, thunder stone, summons, "soul critical strike" and [psionic quintet].

If the [Psionic Quintet] can't be killed, and the "Soul Crit" can't be used, he has no fighting power at all, and his ability to protect himself is extremely poor.

A new way of fighting must be mastered.

The most important thing is that [Psionic Quintet] is too weak, and it is completely unqualified as a trump card.

If Gregor had been killed in one shot, there would have been no trouble afterwards.

And the best way to improve it is to strengthen [Justice Execution] as soon as possible.

At present, [Justice Execution] has reached its final stage, and it needs a complete soul to ascend.

And Rhodes has thrown all the souls into it, and its strength has only increased by 31.

This speed is too slow. Rhode learned from the book of knowledge that [Justice Execution] is a big star with high strength. The improvement of weak souls is very small, and it is necessary to invest in stronger souls to achieve better effects. it is good.

Looking back now, it was his biggest loss that the souls of the high-level evil spirits and female insects on the wasteland of corpses were not obtained.

Other weak souls, no matter how much they harvest, will not change qualitatively, but can only fill the soulless soul and spirituality.

There must be more and stronger whole souls.

Rhodes has now figured it out:

The soulless soul is his basic resource, and human nature and spirituality are common resources that can be obtained in large quantities.

Divinity is a superior resource.

A complete soul is a more important core resource, which can be degraded into other resources besides divinity.

However, it seems that most of the souls he has acquired now are not particularly complete. According to the knowledge on the "Book of Knowledge", this seems to be because of the soul altar.

It seems that more dream fragments need to be found quickly.

Unfortunately, this trip did not come across.

Rhode felt a little regretful in his heart. He didn't know if there was a more efficient way to obtain fragments. It was definitely impossible to always try luck like finding a needle in a haystack.

He turned and walked towards the Soul Altar.

There was only one solitary soul left on the altar, the soul of Gregor who had just been acquired.

Its main body is bright yellow, with an oval flame core, the flame tail is very long, and gray gas is mixed in it.

Rhode moved his gaze to it, and the words of the soul emerged in the flames.

[Soul of Sigurd Gregor]

Strange souls of thin giant blood, possessing two soul qualities due to the husks of the ancient gods.

As a result, his soul became unstable. The severe pain of tearing the soul often tormented him, causing his character to undergo a drastic change. He found the real existence of the ancient **** he once swallowed the shell - the old master, so he was very incomparable. Pray for it to come to end his suffering and satisfy his infinite desires.

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After reading his soul text, Rhode felt a little uneasy.

He remembered that Qingyu had told him that the Adventist sect among the Doomsday sects aimed to summon the Lord of the Old Days to descend.

Is this a real God?

He used to think that it was all made up by doomsday believers. The course of the academy clearly told them not to pray to any existence. All gods are false, and there is no **** of fire. Fire is the real existence that shelters them. A manifestation of the source of the universe in the physical world, not something personified but ethereal.

Although Rhodes has reservations about this due to his own experience, the gods worshipped by the doomsday cult, and even the believers, rely on other systems to obtain power, which is somewhat unreliable, right?

But now, the dream directly tells him that God exists, and this soul has eaten the shell of God.

I won't be called to my door, will I?

Rhodes was a little clueless. He wanted to sacrifice Gregor's soul directly, or throw it into the stars and burn it.

But he was a little reluctant, he had a better idea.

"Listen to the voice in his soul first. This guy must be a believer of the Adventist sect. Maybe he can find some clues to directly prove his identity, so that a lot of troubles can be saved."

Rhode concentrated his mind and listened.

The noise of the soul blows past, and the deepest rhythm is oncoming.

"It's so dark, I seem to be deprived of my senses."

"Where the **** am I?"

"What's the matter?"

"Am I being drawn out of my soul?"

"How could that kid have this ability?"

…

Rhodes was startled and almost jumped off the soul altar.

Is this soul alive?

The sounds he heard were clearly a series of psychological events, and they were by no means left over before death.

Although Rhode did not know whether the soul he plundered was dead or alive, no soul had ever been as autonomous as it was.

Is this guy the legendary undead?

Beaten into a skeleton did not die.

Pumped into a soul, still not dead?

The only thing that makes Rhodes a little relieved is that it doesn't seem to have the ability to perceive the outside world.

Otherwise, it can only be sacrificed, and the secret of the dream can never be known to anyone.

Rhodes listened for another moment.

This time, he heard the constant grumbling in his soul, complaining that Jon the Guardian sent him to Sword Pass, sabotaging his perfect plan, complaining that the junk at Sword Pass had persisted for so long that he had to show up in person Silenced, and at the same time cursed Rhode venomously, swearing that as long as he recovers, he will torture him with millions of cruel punishments until he regrets being born.

It's definitely a mental activity.

Rhodes thought.

This soul must have autonomous consciousness.

He tried to communicate with the soul, but without success, the pure soul does not seem to have any ability to interact with the outside world.

There must be some way.

Rhodes thought.

I'll ask the Book of Knowledge to find out.

Maybe squeeze more value out of this guy.

Rhodes happily ran to the hut.

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The seventh zone.

After Wang Chengteng completed the new strategic subordinates, the pressure on Liguang Fortress finally eased.

The Sword Pass was recaptured, and an elite battle group was stationed there.

The Linfeng City relocation team successfully arrived at Ironforge City in the east. Yancun, Nanfeng Town and other places returned to normal. A new and more reasonable line of defense was established in the west of the Dead Mountain Mountains.

The seventh zone has finally stabilized.

Of these, the twelfth zone, behind the seventh zone, helped a lot, but Jon wasn't grateful.

"...Take advantage of this opportunity to gain merit and show your ability, hum, Qing Yu, she is indeed the woman I like, and she has two brushes, but it's not enough."

The greasy radiance swayed around his cheeks, his pale complexion made his large aquiline nose stand out, and his pale black eyes seemed to be burning with phosphorescence.

The most prestigious candidate for the king put aside the summary report of the seventh defense zone and picked up the news of the trial court passed back by the king's cronies.

At first glance, Jon seemed to be petrified.

He read it quickly but word for word, put down the report, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the bench.

After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter, startling Vilas, his deputy who was working beside him.

"Lord Jon." Velas said slightly dissatisfied: "You should be more prudent, so that you look more like the king of Trorian."

"Sorry, Velas."

Jon pulled back his smile, but the bright eyes still showed his current blissful mood.

"Look at this information."

Velas has been with Jon for decades and has been his right-hand man, but Jon will consult with him on major events.

He took the information, read it quickly, and his delicate face immediately sank: "Oh, the situation is very unfavorable for us."

"No no no."

Jon said lightly.

"The situation is very favorable for us."

Velas looked at his brother and lord suspiciously: "When Gregor dies, not only will he be worthless, but what he has done will be revealed, Jon, I always thought you should not get too close to this type of person. , even if he is not a doomsday cultist, Qing Yu will soon use his black spot to label him a doomsday cultist, we are going to be bad!"

The smile on Jon's face didn't change.

"Villas, this is your flaw, the pattern is too small."

He pointed to intelligence.

"Look, how decisive this kid is, how cleanly kills people, there is no doubt that this is Qing Yu's strategy, she let this abandoned boy go to death, and then quickly cut off the connection with him, and he was unscathed. After killing one of our generals, and then attacking us according to the method you said, the new king is likely to be hers."

Velas said anxiously, "Then don't we fail?"

Jon smiled and said: "So far-reaching, so ruthless and decisive, so cruel and ruthless, this is what a real king should be like, even if I fail, Trorian will rise, and our cause will not succeed. What? Even if I kneel under the corner of her skirt?"

Velas was silent.

"However, things are far from over, and it's not enough to get my acknowledgment."

Jon put away his smile and said coldly.

"Villas, draft a letter to the Supreme Council, Liberty."

"Draft another letter to Rhodes to win him over."

Vilas did not have any doubts and did so immediately.

Jon came to the window and looked at the Liguang cannon that was accumulating energy. The powerful psychic fluctuations washed his senses like a sea tide.

"The abandoned son who was just abandoned, suddenly saw the light in despair, what would he think?"

"Hehe, Qing Yu, being cold is not enough."

"Wang, you have to understand people's hearts."

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The twelfth zone.

After a busy day, Aoba returned to her castle.

Just as he was about to rest for a while, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and a young guard rushed in and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Your Excellency Qingyu! I beg you, I love you so much, I can't live without you in my life, please list me as one of the king's husbands, I swear that I will only be loyal to you in my life!"

Qing Yu said with a slightly distressed expression: "But, Clegane, I have already booked one hundred and thirty-one royal husbands, and the Ethics Committee will warn me almost every day."

The young guard wailed, "Your Excellency Qingyu, I beg you! I beg you!"

Qing Yu looked very distressed, but still said: "Okay..."

After saying just one word, the guard was kicked out by the white wolf who suddenly rushed in.

Qing Yu looked at him a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Vermeer, I'm sorry, I..."

White Wolf raised a hand and said indifferently, "Your Excellency Qingyu, when will you learn to refuse such an unreasonable request?"

Qing Yu's expression became distressed again: "But, this is not unreasonable. I am the guardian, the candidate of the king, and theoretically there is no limit to legal partners."

White Wolf looked at her: "But there is actually an upper limit, you can't take up so many resources~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But if I reject them, they will be very miserable."

Bai Lang sighed, suddenly realized something, and asked, "Why is there another one?"

"It's Little Rhodes. He asked me, and I agreed."

Judging from Bailang's expression, he didn't want to say anything, took out the information from his arms and sent it to Qingyu.

"Why do you want him to kill Gregor? Don't you know it's going to cause us a lot of trouble? I guess you wouldn't throw him away."

Qing Yu looked very surprised after reading the information: "I didn't, I didn't say it!"

The white wolf looked at her, as if reacquainting the young guardian.

"He used the pendant you gave and successfully murdered Gregor, wouldn't you tell me that he stole the Mist pendant, or that he asked you to give it to him? This is an unreasonable request, and you will not agree of."

Qing Yu said in confusion: "I gave it to him. I hope he will use the mist pendant to escape when he encounters danger. As long as he escapes to my defense area, I can shelter him. He said he understood at the time."

"All right."

The white wolf let out a long sigh.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, Your Excellency Qingyu, what are you going to do now?"

Qing Yu had already put on the guardian robe she had just taken off, and turned to go out, the flying robe brushed the white wolf's cheek.

"Of course to save him."

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Empire.

King's District.

King Hall.

King, Archbishop Horus, First Defense Chief Jolais Dalin, First Elder Armando.

He was listening to the special envoy reporting the news to the four top speakers.