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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 · Oriental
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Chapter 79: Where's the Monster?

"Don't come any closer!"

As the battle dragged on, the Mutated Demon Spider became frenzied. It crazily spat green pus, its slender legs flailing in the air like countless disheveled strands of hair.

Yet Nightwing's attacks always bore poor results. He only knew the Spell Sword and Light Cannon, two attack spells, alongside Levitation Skill and Phantom Jump, which summed up his entire skill set.

In the ranks of Spellcasters, he belonged at the bottom.

His only advantage was substantial Spiritual Energy and prolonged combat experience, which made him prefer attrition tactics when facing stronger monsters.

However, this was in a sewer where both his height for floating and space for maneuvering were limited.

The Mutated Demon Spider could swiftly crawl on the walls, and Nightwing quickly found himself in a highly disadvantageous situation.