The Last Dark King

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar college environment.

Although he had only been in the academy for three days in total, he seemed to be used to it.

Perhaps, this is because he has spent most of the past decades in similar environments. Although Kingworth College is completely different from them, its inner essence has not changed.

As long as you accept its uniqueness, you'll get used to it quickly.

Rhodes rushed back to the dormitory. It was still class time and there were not many people in the entire dormitory building.

Go through the empty common room and run up the corridor on the right.

His dormitory is on the third floor.

The dormitories of the entire tenth group are on this floor, so Kashan can bring the entire tenth group to knock on his door every time.

Rhodes opened the repaired door, lay on the bed, folded his thumbs, and made a lightning symbol.

The next moment, his vision became blurred, and his soul felt light, as if rising into the sky.

When the sight returned again, a faint gray mist was flowing around him. In front of him was a three-meter-high cyan obelisk, with a black altar to the side and behind.

This is the fourth time Rhodes has come to the dreamland, and he is still amazed by its mystery and strangeness.

But he was more anxious to test his suspicions.

Rhodes ran to the stone tablet and did not see the soul fire at its last location.

Touching the four sides of the obelisk in turn made no difference.

"No? Did I guess wrong?"

While he was confused, Rhodes saw the black altar in a blink of an eye. In the big open hand in the center of the altar, six groups of soul flames were floating in the air.

Five of them were very small, and when Rhodes concentrated, their information appeared in his mind.

【dusty soul】

There is also a line of small words below.

[Part of the soul from the dead river ghost]

This part of the text is in common language and is accompanied by his own voice, which is very easy to recognize.

These five flames are exactly the same, and there is no difference in appearance. They are all white flames as thin as gossamers with dots of black entwined in them.

Rhodes came to his senses.

Aren't these the five balloons he popped before, the "dead souls" that Lauren called them?

Devouring souls is indeed true.

Rhodes didn't know whether he was happy and excited or worried, so he turned his gaze to another flame.

[The Tainted Soul of Sotir Red]

A line of small words below reads [Part of the contaminated soul from Sotir Red].

really!

Rhodes suddenly clenched his hands.

His soul is with me.

His name is not Bass, his real name is Sotir Red.

If we can dig out the secrets in his soul and connect the broken clues, we may be able to find the real murderer.

Rhodes became excited.

However, he soon discovered that he did not know how to interpret this soul.

He tried to touch it, but his fingers went right through.

He tried to talk to it, but got no response.

This soul is like a phantom and there is no way to interact with it.

Rhodes tried all his methods, but finally found only one that worked, which was to stare at it and listen to it.

Then, he heard a very small sound.

"13 Baker Street..."

"Alex..."

They echoed in the depths of Sotir Red's soul, like the melodies that made up this soul, repeated endlessly.

There are only these two pieces of information.

It's a bit disappointing, but at least it's better than getting nothing.

Rhodes tried to listen to the other five souls, but only heard crazy noises and chaotic roars.

Although I only listened to it for a few seconds, I felt very headache, nausea and discomfort.

"Grass!"

Rod angrily named a plant.

As expected, the voice of the soul cannot be listened to casually. The world is so weird, what if you hear something you shouldn't hear?

Be careful and be steady.

Rhodes said to himself in his heart.

He looked at the six groups of souls in front of him and began to think about his next move.

He didn't plan to hand over this news for the time being.

Firstly, it is difficult to explain the source of the intelligence.

Secondly, when the situation is unclear, it is best not to rashly take the initiative to promote the case.

If the situation permits, it is best to verify these two pieces of information yourself before deciding on the next step.

With his thoughts settled, Rhodes glanced at the obelisk and thought: "There seems to be only so much information that can be obtained from souls. I can try to see if these souls can really ignite the light spots on the obelisk... …If it can have a little more strength, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Rhodes jumped off the altar and came to the obelisk.

Reaching out to touch the surface of the monument, the deep starry sky appeared again, with countless dark light spots appearing or disappearing on the black background.

The "Dark Devourer" in the center exudes dark red light, like an ominous eye.

No different than before.

However, when Rhodes focused his attention, he instantly noticed the existence of the altar, and his spirit seemed to be connected to it.

This is a wonderful connection, and the Dark Altar seems to be under his thoughts.

Rhodes had a feeling that he could throw the soul on the altar into any point of light in the starry sky at any time.

However, when he tried to choose the target as a dark red light spot, a clear prohibitive intention appeared in his mind.

"Uh...this won't work."

When Rhodes moved his eyes to other flickering light spots, the prohibitive intention disappeared.

"It seems feasible."

Rhodes chose one that pleased his eyes from the bright spots in the sky.

It is on the upper right side of the "Dark Devourer" and is closer.

When you don't look at it directly, it glows slightly with blue light, and the starlight is faint.

But when Rod focused his attention on it, it turned into a black hole, with clear boundaries, separated from the black background.

As soon as Rhodes thought, six balls of soul fire flew up from the black altar and submerged into the obelisk.

Then, they appeared in the starry sky, followed Rhodes' line of sight, and fell into the black hole like meteors.

However, the black hole did not ignite.

These six tiny fires stayed quietly in the black hole, occupying a small part of the space.

"not enough."

Rhodes thought.

"More souls are needed."

what to do?

Where can I get it? how to do?

Rhodes didn't think clearly for a moment, and when he was about to continue taking a look, he suddenly tensed up, and then his eyes blurred, and a familiar falling feeling appeared.

Oops!

He knew that someone outside must have interfered with him and made him escape from the dream.

really.

When his vision returned, Rhodes immediately saw Cassian's lake-like light blue eyes and the blond hair hanging down from her forehead.

"You finally woke up?"

She snorted, straightened up, and moved her face away from him.

"It's a damn good sleep."

Rhodes quickly put away his gesture. Fortunately, he was covered with a quilt, otherwise his suspicion would be deepened with this cultist-like symbol.

Looking up, there were several students who were obviously senior students standing behind her.

One of them with a red armband stepped forward and said, "Rhode, we are from the Academic Affairs Office. Please come over now."

Rhodes was shocked. I won't be fired, right? He hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Hong Armband smiled kindly and said: "Don't worry, it's just a test. Time is a bit tight. Let's talk as we go."

Rhodes glanced at Cassian.

The latter misunderstood this look, raised his head and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

"No." Rhodes said, "I'm asking, how did you get in?"

Kashan smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in her light blue eyes.

"I have the key."

"Where did it come from?"

"When we were repairing the door, I was equipped with one. Don't think of shutting me out in the future."

This ambiguous statement caused a lot of misunderstanding.

On the way to the academic office, a senior sighed softly: "Today's young people are really good at playing."

The tone was full of envy.

“Maybe we’ll see a new class of kids take maternity leave.”