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The Last King Of Darkness

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.

Mountains and rivers have no memory · Ost
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Chapter 82 Encounter

The sewers beneath the Iron Cross district were an "active area," still in use and regularly cleaned.

The areas of the sewers where the Polluter Sect resided were hidden, abandoned, worthless, and posed no threat, known as "dead zones."

Thus, for the Doomsday believers, this part of the sewers was very unfamiliar, only briefly frequented during the "Savior Plan" when Black Priest Sarimi led some believers here for a while.

Yet the plan ultimately failed miserably, all four "Saviors" died, the fragments lost, all somehow related to that Rod.

Because of this, the sect leader issued a kill order.

"Brothers, if we kill that traitor and bring back his corpse, we will be richly rewarded, stepping forward, and when the true Dark Age arrives, we will hold high positions, immortal!"

A believer loudly motivated his comrades.