The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1857 - 841: Fallen Ship_3

This was undoubtedly a wonderful thing, and Rod, without hesitation, followed Solos’s legion to the Fallen Ship.

It’s worth mentioning that Rhein and his elite knights were also in the legion. They were originally guarding the Royal City, but with the return of Bernoulli, the King of Piling, and his piling legion, they were able to leave the Royal City for the expedition.

When Rod heard this name, he almost burst out laughing.

It was the worst title he had ever seen, worse than "Black Rice Bucket," sounding like a group of rough men on a construction site wielding giant hammers.

In fact, they were exactly as Rod imagined, each burly and strong, carrying a giant iron hammer on their backs, especially Bernoulli, the King of Piling, who carried five iron hammers, with another one rumored to be in his heart, making it six in total.

However, although his appearance and title were laughable, his strength was no laughing matter. Rhein told Rod that Bernoulli was a third-sequence powerhouse of Saint Longde, possessing 14 portions of the Primordial Law and nearing the end of the Primordial Third Stage. The Source Law he mastered was "Mass-Energy," which could grant enormous kinetic energy to any object, with greater efficiency granted to objects with larger mass.

It was said that Bernoulli’s most powerful strike could tear the continent apart.

Of course, the premise was not being too solidified by Spiritual Energy, but in the long years that have passed, most of the land had undergone massive Spiritual Energy solidification, with the intensity increasing the deeper it went.

Saint Longde believed this was the result of ancient godly wars, with higher intensity areas more likely to be the centers of ancient battlefields.

The pervasive black mist might have also intensified this phenomenon, as the land in the Dark World generally had a solidification level far higher than inside the Fire Kingdom, especially outside the Royal City areas.

Rod understood this deeply. During battles around Trolian, a complete "Superstar Flash" could blast a massive pit several hundred thousand yards in size, but deeper into the darkness, the resulting pit was often less than a thousand yards, sometimes just a few hundred yards.

For this reason, Bernoulli was strictly forbidden to pile on his return to the Royal City by the Great Shepherd Leader, especially prohibiting the use of big hammers on the ground or bed boards.

Of course, Rod was unclear on the details, as with Solos’s empowerment, he had already reached the Fallen Ship.

This was a distant place, about seventy thousand thousand yards from Saint Longde, where the terrifying Source Black Fog gathered with unimaginable intensity, forming an ultra-large Black Domain.

Every warrior entering here needed to carry a Spirit Lamp of three flames, except for Rod.

The red light emanating from him allowed him to resist the fog’s erosion with just one Spirit Lamp.

This ability made everyone very envious. Even the strongest warrior couldn’t fight in the fog without the protection of fire, and the burning of fire required Fuel Element. Once it ran out, they had to return, greatly limiting Saint Longde’s powerhouses, even including Solos.

"No wonder you are the Dark Destroyer," Rhein said with a smile. "You must be our best choice."

Rod smiled. Rhein’s words may have been ordinary, but they put a lot of pressure on him.

It was only now that he realized how many resources the Great Shepherd Leader had expended for his promotion. Each prophecy from the Prophetic City consumed astronomical amounts of materials, not to mention the strategic shifts Saint Longde made for them.

If he couldn’t demonstrate his worth, wouldn’t that be letting everyone down?

"No matter what, I have to step into the Primordial."

Rod thought to himself.

After entering the Black Domain, Rod finally understood why it was called the Fallen Ship.

This area was filled with ruins and broken walls, with all kinds of shattered objects scattered across the land, looking like a Floating Battleship had crashed on the ground.

The deeper into the Fallen Ship, the more Rod felt this conjecture was correct. The central area’s ground was deeply recessed, and enormous chasms spread like a spider web in all directions.

However, if this battleship really existed, its size would be astounding, with a diameter of at least over ten thousand thousand yards, and the deep pit formed on the ground by the impact, like an Abyss, was bottomless.

The closer to the center, the higher the intensity of the black mist increased step by step, and soon, Rod reached the human battlefront.

It was a front line of at least over a thousand thousand yards, with hundreds of Guardian Fires burning on the front line, illuminating the area brightly. Tens of thousands of warriors fought here, each mastering at least one Strong Source, creating a tumult of Spiritual Power Waves resembling an avalanche.

Their opponents were the Black Fog Symbionts, outnumbering them a hundredfold, layer upon layer, resembling an ocean of black mist trying to devour this area of light.

The battle was intensely fierce, with human warriors forming a huge semicircle, firmly keeping the Black Fog Symbionts outside, while in the semicircle’s center were countless wounded, and innumerable priests and priests shuttled among them, healing each one.

Every second, hundreds of warriors were carried off the battlefield, and hundreds more charged in, maintaining a delicate balance.

Rod keenly noticed an area filled with vitality, where many severely injured were carried into and then sprinted out in an instant.

"Master Carse!"

Solos shouted, his voice not loud but carried across the entire front line.

All the warriors turned their eyes in disbelief, and upon seeing him, cheers erupted across the battlefield.

"It’s the Lord of All Things Ender!"

"Lord Solos has come to support us!"

The next second, a short, plump man with only one strand of hair jumped out, shouting, "Solos, what are you doing here? We don’t need you here."

An invisible ripple flashed by, and Solos appeared next to him, informing him of Saint Longde’s latest decision.

Unexpectedly, the plump man jumped upon hearing it: "No, I won’t go. How can this place go without me? Is Trolian’s life valuable, but Saint Longde’s life isn’t? Look!"

He waved his hand, and a white light suddenly dissipated, revealing thousands of warriors from within, all severely injured, with black mist spreading over them, their souls seriously polluted and distorted, many showing signs of corruption.

"These are warriors severely eroded. Once I leave, they will all die."

Solos frowned and said, "Can’t you heal them?"

The plump man roared, "Of course I can, but I need to heal them one by one, each taking time. There are so many wounded here, and warriors are getting hurt every moment. How can I find the time?"

As he spoke, he continued to scatter life-giving white light, which, as if alive, burrowed into the wounds of the injured, instantly starting the healing process and eliminating corruption.

Rhein said, "Master Carse, we can transport them back to the Royal City, and the Divine Fire Church Cathedral will definitely be able to stabilize their injuries."

"No way!"

The plump man said roughly, "Do you think I’m an idiot? Can’t think of such a simple method? The moment they leave the Fallen Ship, they will instantly die. This isn’t just pollution; it’s a curse from the center of the Fallen Ship."

"No."

Suddenly, Rod spoke up.

"This isn’t a curse."

The plump man looked at him irritably, "Who the hell are you? If it’s not a curse, what is it?"

"It’s an extremely strong special pollution with a unique connection to this area."

Rod said calmly.

"And I have a way to heal them."

The plump man’s face twisted in anger, and he roared, "If you can heal them, you can shit in my mouth, and you won’t have to wipe your ass, I’ll lick it clean."

Rod immediately refused, "That’s too perverted, I pass."

In the Dream Realm, Asa also sneered coldly, "This idiot, what a dreamer."

Seeing the Soul Taker about to explode, Rhein immediately rushed forward and shouted, "Master Soul Taker, don’t be angry, he, he is..."

"I don’t care who the hell he is!" The plump man roared in anger, "You heal them right now, if you can’t, I’ll shit in..."

Before he could finish, Rod’s hand suddenly produced a gleaming bubble.

Unprecedented life force instantly filled the area.

The plump man was immediately dumbfounded, "This, this is..."

Rod sprinkled the bubble, and it instantly scattered into countless droplets, the glittering water light like a dream of hope, penetrating the bodies of the wounded.

At that moment, a miracle was born.