The Last Dark King

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Whether it is Vale and Lance of Saint Rey, or everyone in Trolian, they all urgently need to get in touch with the central Holy See of Saint Rey's White Religion to find out what is going on here.

500,000 yards, if they were just traveling, was not a very far distance for strong men like them.

About three hours later, they had entered the scope of Sword City.

There are obvious traces of the road on the ground. Every once in a while, you can see a sword-shaped road sign, pointing in the direction to Sword City.

"We're almost there!"

Lance said excitedly.

"Sword City is right ahead. As long as we enter the city, we will enter the realm of the kingdom."

Everyone was filled with excitement, except Rhodes who was a little confused.

"Miss Weier, I remember you said that Sword City is the intersection of sixty waterways, right?"

Weier said proudly; "Yes, one-third of the resources from outside Saint Reyer need to pass through Sword City."

"But why didn't we meet a single convoy along the way?"

Both Veer and Lance had confused looks on their faces.

"Yes, these channels are usually very busy. Guards, patrollers, and transporters can often be encountered..."

"Could it be that the scope of the disaster's impact was too great and that Sword City entered a closed state and closed all waterways?"

This is very possible.

When Trorian predicts a disaster in an area, that area usually goes into a state of shutdown.

Everyone will retreat behind the city defenses and stay behind closed doors, just like what they see now.

Rhodes relayed their words to everyone in Trolian and received a positive reply.

Horus said: "This is a good opportunity. Sword City is probably in the midst of a disaster. Our arrival can just help them resist the disaster. This will quickly bring us closer."

Rhodes nodded slightly. This is also a very rare opportunity for him. If he can use it well, he can gain a lot of divinity.

However, the worries in his heart were not completely eliminated.

"Vell, Lance, is it possible that Sword City will fall like Hera Fortress?"

Weier said categorically: "Absolutely impossible! In the three hundred years since Sword City was established, it has guarded the north of Saint Rey and has never fallen!"

"Three hundred years?"

Weier nodded heavily, her blond hair flowing with her movements, looking full of confidence.

"Yes, three hundred years!"

Rhodes frowned slightly. Saint Rey established Sword City to guard the northern gate three hundred years ago.

That is to say, they have never moved their territory since they expanded here three hundred years ago.

"Why not expand outward? There should be a lot of resources in the sixty waterways. Bringing them into the kingdom should lead to higher production efficiency, right?"

Weir's face became solemn, and her light green eyes flashed with pride:

"Sir Rhodes, since the establishment of Saint Rey, we have never stopped expanding outwards for a moment. In such a dark era, we know very well that shrinking will lead to destruction. Only expansion can we gain a glimmer of hope."

"And the north stopped expanding because of the establishment of Sunless City and Dawn Horizon."

Rhodes' eyes widened and his heart beat rapidly: "Lightless City? Dawn Horizon?"

"Yes, the sunless town guards the sunless sea, and the dawn horizon guards the abyss!"

"Three hundred years ago, our great shepherd Saran spied on the ultimate secret, the traces left by the ancient gods who suddenly disappeared in the ancient era. After many years of searching and exploration, we finally found out in the endless Their final destination is found in the abyss under the Sea of ​​Light."

"In order to go deep into the Sunless Sea and the Abyss, the Holy See decided to build Sunless City and Dawn Horizon. All the power of the kingdom will turn to the west, and all other directions will stop expansion and establish permanent fortresses and fortresses."

"Sword City was built under such circumstances. It spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and used the latest psychic techniques. The super powerful psychic solidification city wall was built with three floors, each floor is 500 yards high. It is 100 yards thick, and the foundation is 200 yards deep into the ground. High-strength spiritual energy is condensed in the solid stone, and even God cannot penetrate it."

Lance continued: "Three of the highest intensity fires of life were ignited in the Sword City. The intensity of its fire field is second only to the Royal City and the Sunless City. The strongest Rama psychic crossbow we found in the ancient ruins , all placed in Sword City."

"The most powerful thing is the artifact from the ancient era, the soul weapon derived from one of the seven ancient gods, the Sword of the Sky."

"It lies in Lord Suffolk's hands."

"He is one of the Thirteen White Kings of the Holy See, and has the title of the strongest wind of destruction. Since he went to war, the miracles he has created are as incalculable as the stars in the sky, and the monsters he has killed are as sand on the ground. There are too many to count, but his spiritual strength has exceeded level 16, and he is the king in the Holy See who is most likely to take that step!"

Weier said proudly: "I firmly believe that Sword City, guarded by Lord Suffolk, will never fall."

Rhodes felt excited and reassured at the same time.

He could vaguely feel that Saint Rey seemed to have mastered some secrets that they had not been able to master but were struggling to pursue.

The harvest from this trip to Saint Rey is likely to exceed imagination.

However, now is not the time to delve into secrets.

From the words of Weir and Lance, Rhodes knew that Lord Suffolk, the White King of Guardians, seemed to be a legendary figure like Alan.

He is a powerful king-level man, holding a real artifact, and with such a strong defense, Sword City should not fall like the Hera Fortress.

But from what they said, it seemed that there were quite a few king-level combatants in the Saint Rey Kingdom.

If all the Guardian White Kings were of the same level, wouldn't it mean that there were as many as thirteen of them, excluding the Pope, with king-level combat power?

You know, apart from the king, there is only one Trollian in recent times.

Counting Alan, it's only one and a half at most. Alan's situation is special, and it's not easy to judge whether he has entered the king level.

It seems that San Real is developing much more smoothly than Trolian, and it is likely to become a strong support for Trolian.

Rhodes thought.

If I can find a way to solve a disaster that even king-level combat power cannot solve, can I gain a lot of divinity?

After thinking, Rhodes relayed their words to everyone in Trolian.

Everyone gasped.

Although they roughly expected Saint Rey to be stronger than Trorian, they didn't expect it to be so much stronger.

Horus beamed with joy: "Great! They can definitely help us complete our expansion as quickly as possible and establish a defense model for the Eternal Sanctuary."

Pebela sighed: "Human beings can really reach this level. We have experienced too many setbacks, which seriously slowed down our growth."

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, but most of them were happy.

After all, having a strong ally is always worth celebrating.

Trorian in particular is in a stage of rapid development.

Having a strong thigh can increase their growth rate extremely quickly.

Only Professor Binns and Professor Barrett were more concerned about the history of Saint Rey and kept urging Rhodes to ask more.

Although a lot can be gained by learning from history, Rhodes is more concerned about the issue of divinity now.

He had already made a plan in his mind. As long as "Lord Suffolk" was strong enough, he would use all of his 41 points of divinity as [Spiritual Tide] to assist them.

The divinity gained in this way may be even greater.

Unknowingly, the 500,000-yard road was quickly completed, and a broad avenue appeared on the ground. Neat stone slabs were inlaid on the wasteland, giving this primitive area a trace of human existence.

The avenue is about a hundred yards wide and can accommodate at least twenty carriages running in parallel. There are icons of Sword City and the emblems of the White Sect standing everywhere on both sides.

The scent of humanity hits my face.

Weir shouted excitedly: "We're here!"

Everyone stepped up their pace, and after bypassing a large mountain, the northern town of Saint Rey finally came into view.

It was an extremely huge city, with huge walls and countless towers, and the majestic momentum rushed towards it.

However, these creations that condensed the hard work of mankind are all shrouded in rolling black mist. There is not a trace of fire in the entire giant city. The diffuse black mist drowns everything. The figures of giant monsters bigger than the towers are in the darkness. If the shadow appears, the desolate hissing and roaring sounds are faintly heard from the distance.

Everyone stood there blankly, as if they were petrified.

A few seconds later, Weier wailed: "Impossible, Sword City, how could Sword City fall?"

Lance held his head as if it was about to burst: "No, no, no, how could our fire of life be extinguished? Where is Lord Suffolk? Where is the Divine Sword of the Sky? What monster can capture Sword City? "

Rhodes was the one who calmed down the fastest because the eyes of the soul could see into the city.

For the first time, he saw a monster whose psychic energy waveform was like a zigzag line.

That terrifying spiritual energy was the only one he had ever seen in his life. It was like a black sun, distorting the curves of the surrounding space.

Whether there was a strong source in this dark soul was too far away for him to confirm.

Even if it wasn't, it wasn't a king-level monster, and it wasn't something they could kill easily.

What's more, there is not only one such monster, the entire Sword City has become a ghostland where monsters roam.

"Get back quickly!"

Rhodes said hastily.

"This is not a place to stay for long."

Horus and Liszt also woke up immediately: "Get out of here quickly!"

Rhodes grabbed Lance and Weir, who were still stunned, and quickly retreated with everyone.

They didn't stop until they had run far enough.

Silence pressed on everyone's eardrums.

In the dim firelight, everyone was silent and didn't speak for a while.

Soon, everyone's eyes were focused on Veer and Lance.

And they still couldn't accept the fact that the northern gate of Saint Rey had fallen.

"This is impossible, this is impossible...why? Where has Lord Suffolk gone? I don't believe it is impossible for Lord Suffolk to fail!"

"North, what to do with the north...there are so many people, so many strongholds, Lord Suffolk...that's right!"

Weir suddenly clapped her hands, her light green eyes shining with light.

"Lord Suffolk's soul is special. He is the White King of Guardians in the North, guarding the entire area. In order to allow people to find him at any time, he separated some substances from his soul and made it into a spirit. Guided by it, these soul creations will always point to where he is."

She quickly rummaged through her package and quickly pulled out a delicate white compass.

There is a relief of a mighty man printed on the compass. He is tall and burly, with long gray hair, wearing a white cloak. He has three long swords standing upright on his chest, and he holds a strange giant sword in his upper right hand. , write a line of text below.

[Bravery and belief in victory often make the battle end faster]

On the relief, a white pointer points in the direction of due south.

Vale and Lance's faces suddenly lit up.

"The compass guided by the spirit is effective. Lord Suffok is still alive. He is due south, inside the kingdom!"

"Maybe they retreated and abandoned this place!"

"Yes, that must be the case! His Majesty the Pope may have foreseen some kind of disaster! He issued an order in advance!"

"All the problems we had before were probably caused by this."

Weir turned her head and said in a pleading voice: "Sir Rhodes, let's go find Lord Suffolk! If we find him, everything will be clear."

Rhodes nodded and told Horus and others all the situation.

Unexpectedly, almost everyone agreed to find the White King Suffok, the apostle of Saint Rael.

Horus said: "This should be the fastest way to figure out the situation."

Qingyu looked solemn, and the series of anomalies she encountered when she came to Saint Reyer made her a little cautious:

"If you don't find it, go directly to the royal city of Saint Rey."

Rhodes nodded, this is the best choice.

Although everyone did not say it clearly, it seems that Saint Rey is probably the same as when Trolian encountered the black tide more than a year ago.

At this time, Saint Rey is definitely in urgent need of combat power.

Their arrival will definitely help the Saint Rey Royal City greatly.

So, the team set off again.

They bypassed Sword City far away and entered Saint Real from another direction.

Along the way, they encountered several human strongholds in succession. Without exception, they were all filled with black mist and no firelight.

Everyone had already guessed this. The core stronghold had fallen and the auxiliary branches could not survive, so they didn't pay too much attention to it. They didn't even go to investigate and followed the direction guided by the spirit.

Not long after, Rhodes finally saw a lighthouse.

It was finally no longer filled with black fog. Although the light in the lighthouse was weak, it was indeed shining.

At this time, the spiritual guidance suddenly began to shake violently.

Weir was stunned, and then she showed joy: "Lord Suffolk is here!"

Lance shouted: "Stone Mountain Lighthouse! Lord Suffolk must be in Stone Mountain Lighthouse!"

In ecstasy, Vere and Lance ran to the lighthouse and knocked open the door.

"Lord Suffolk!"

Rhodes followed closely and caught a glimpse of a tall back figure that looked exactly like the relief.

He raised his right hand high, with a human body impaled on the weird giant sword, and blood dripping from the blade.

The body was still shaking, obviously it had just been killed.

Hearing the voice behind him, he turned his head, revealing his rotten face, blackened eyeballs, and condensed black mist surging on his body.

Snapped!

With a flick of his left hand, the faint fire in the lighthouse's fireplace was instantly extinguished.