The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1289 - 643: I’m Going In

Takxis also noticed the problem and shouted, "Brother Rod, we must find the source of the resurrection. If we don’t destroy it, the blood demon’s phantoms will be endless."

Bossivale shouted, "What about that strange item from last time that can suppress the power of resurrection?"

Rod shook his head, "It’s gone. Destroying the totem is the only way. We need to free up people to find it."

Amidst the pervasive white mist, Mod’s voice came through.

"You all go, I can handle it alone here."

Rod was startled, "Can you manage? My phantom can only last for one more clock hour at most..."

Mod replied solemnly, "That’s exactly why you all need to go. Find the resurrection totem as soon as possible to end this crisis. Killing endlessly resurrecting phantoms is meaningless. I can hold them off here."

"Alright, Mod, I’ll leave it to you."

Takxis turned and flew outward without a moment’s hesitation.

"Brother Rod, you and Bossivale cover the other two directions. If you find anything, use spiritual communication to contact."

Rod also knew there was no time to waste and flew outward.

Along the way, he carefully avoided the blood demon’s phantoms, trying to trace their origin.

But soon, Rod discovered that they came from all directions.

In every direction, there were blood demon phantoms, making it impossible to determine their resurrection points from this.

Rod furrowed his brows, finding it incredible.

Could it be that the blood demon phantoms know how to hide their resurrection points to confuse humans?

Or do they have many resurrection totems?

Rod pondered for a moment, deciding to head in one direction first.

Indeed, about half a clock hour later, Rod found the source of the resurrection.

It was a small town, judging from the surrounding roads, it should be a transportation hub, but now it was completely engulfed in darkness. The guardians and residents in the town were all wiped out, none survived.

Rod saw at a glance, a blood demon phantom rising from the center of the town.

And in the soul body of this phantom, there were still spiritual energy marks left by human warriors.

Clearly, this was a resurrected phantom.

"It’s here!"

Rod swiftly descended into the town, and the instant he saw the situation inside, a huge wave of nausea surged from his heart to his head.

In this town, all corpses were gathered by an unknown force and mixed into a combination of flesh and bone, connected by countless tendons, spread like a thick carpet over the entire town, rolling, wriggling, as if alive.

Between the flesh, pale long hairs grew, and the rustling sound of these hairs rubbing against each other echoed in the deathly still town, like the sound of leaves rustling in the wind in the darkness, exuding a terrifying tranquility.

"No wonder the monsters created by the God of Contaminated Blood can resurrect infinitely..."

Rod suppressed the urge to vomit, looked carefully downwards, noticing large and small tumors within those tendons, quickly moving toward the center.

"Indeed, resurrection is not without cost. These flesh puppets were really created from human flesh. Whether created or resurrected, none come from nowhere."

Rod suddenly recalled that fortress in the Shattered Mountains, wasn’t it like this too?

Was it originally the fortress of Saint Reel?

Was it the God of Contaminated Blood who killed them, using their flesh to create flesh puppets and flesh totems?

Rod didn’t dare to think deeper, it was hard to imagine that these countless pieces of flesh were once laughing and speaking humans.

At this moment, the blood demon phantom noticed him, rushing toward him.

Rod suddenly felt a surge of anger, bit his finger, blood spurted out, flames ignited, and the Red War God once again appeared on the battlefield.

His left hand reached out, grasped the blood demon phantom, and his right hand raised high and smashed down heavily.

Simultaneously, he activated his soul weapon "Spirit’s Omen," a massive amount of spiritual energy gathered instantly into his giant fist, almost draining him.

[Divine Strike]

Boom!

With just one punch, the blood demon phantom was severely injured.

Rod dispersed the Red War God, and with a backhand movement, the blood demon phantom was torn into pieces.

Soul Without Spirit +0.121 billion

Good.

Rod exhaled, resting for a moment, only then dissipating the exhaustion from using "Spirit’s Omen."

This is why he rarely used this weapon; its spiritual energy consumption was too huge, needing half a day to recover after each strike.

If he hadn’t wanted to kill it immediately just now, Rod wouldn’t have used it.

Afterward, Rod took out the Goddess’ Tears, letting it sprinkle downward.

As expected, those pure tears reacted to the flesh like strong acid, sizzling upon contact, immediately withering and turning black like burnt remnants.

Good!

Rod dived down, successfully entering the center of the town and found the flesh totem in its basement.

Indeed, it was constructed from human membranes and organs, forming an inverted triangle, an extremely evil and twisted aura emanating from the totem. Countless pieces of flesh rolled beneath it, despite one drop of Goddess’ Tears burning many away, yet here there were still more.

The two lines of text were still inscribed beneath the totem.

Rod raised his hand, unleashing dozens of star shuttles to break the totem into fragments.

Membranes and organs scattered the ground, rapidly rotting and turning black, becoming a mass of black slime. The flesh stopped rolling, decaying rapidly. The entire town’s flesh withered swiftly, turning into an indistinguishable rotten mass.

The twisted aura dissipated, and a strange noise erupted in the air.

This was the whispering of the ancient god, the whisper of the God of Contaminated Blood.

Rod felt slightly dizzy, but he knew that the ancient god’s spiritual attack could not be resisted by humanity, but it could be dispelled by the Flower of Humanity.

With a thought, a Flower of Humanity vanished from his soul, and instantly all the noise disappeared. The world became so peaceful and beautiful, that Rod couldn’t help but be enchanted by it.

A few seconds later, the whispers of the ancient god dissipated, and the air was filled with a putrid odor.

However, this totem was resolved by him.

Rod flew out of the town, and as expected, in other directions, there were still phantoms of the Blood Demon.

Indeed.

He could imagine that every fallen town in Saint Reel would become like this, becoming a breeding ground for flesh.

Nearby, there was definitely not just one totem.

In fact, throughout Saint Reel, there are these flesh totems, evil constructs made from the flesh and blood of Saint Reel people.

All totems must be cleared!

Rod immediately connected with Takxis and Bossivale via spiritual communication.

"I destroyed one stronghold, broke the resurrection totem, but the Blood Demon phantom has not ceased."

Takxis said, "Same here."

Bossivale shouted, "Then let’s destroy all the totems!"

"Are you crazy, Bossivale?"

Takxis shouted.

"How many towns in the kingdom have fallen? How many have totems? Can you clear them all?"

"Then destroy the nearby ones," Bossivale said firmly. "The distant totems won’t affect us."

Takxis shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, the Blood Demon is fast, distance is not a problem for it, the range we need to clear may be much larger than we imagined,"

"So what do we do now?"

After a long silence, Takxis slowly and deliberately said.

"Find the Blood Demon’s true form and kill it."

Rod felt a shock in his heart; indeed, this was a good solution, kill the true form, and all phantoms would naturally disappear.

But the question remains, where is the true form of the Blood Demon?

Rod fell into thought.

Takxis said in a deep voice, "My intuition tells me that the true form of the Blood Demon is in a large town not far from us, which has already fallen."

"Is there such a town?" Rod asked, "Why do you think so?"

Before Takxis could speak, Bossivale shouted out first, "I know, I know! In Louping City."

"Where is Louping City?"

"To the west, about one hundred thirty thousand yards away. At our speed, we’ll get there soon."

Rod immediately replied, "Alright, let’s go take a look."

At Takxis’ strong request, they met halfway and proceeded together.

Along the way, they easily cleared several fallen towns, easing Mod’s pressure.

Hopefully, he can hold on.

Rod silently prayed in his heart.

At the same time, a golden light flashed before him.

Calamity averted, humanity’s crisis lifted, Divinity +13

Evidently, this was divinity obtained solely from eliminating monsters and destroying totems.

Although it wasn’t much, it still made Rod very happy.

About a quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the outskirts of Louping City.

This was a very large town, built halfway up the mountainside. No miracle happened here, the city was dark, engulfed in darkness.

The silhouette of a massive monster flickered in and out of sight within the city.

"Is that the Blood Demon’s true form?"

A rush of powerful spiritual energy surged toward them. Though the distance was far, the spiritual power wave wasn’t very intense, but judging by its waveform, it was at least 16 levels of spiritual power or more.

Takxis said in a deep voice, "There’s no time to lose, I’ll go first, you two observe from the back."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body burst into a strong golden light. A flame greatsword appeared in his hand, and he charged toward the giant shadow in the city.

Rod and Bossivale followed closely behind.

Soon, they crossed the city wall and saw the inside of the city.

Below the high walls, numerous houses were shrouded in darkness, without a single light. The writhing flesh covered every part of this town.

And that gigantic monster was the most disgusting creature Rod had ever seen.

Its entire body was covered with huge lumps of flesh, each with countless faces of the dead, their expressions varied, as if absorbed into the creature’s body.

Suddenly, the creature let out a wild roar, and an unprecedentedly terrifying wave of spiritual energy surged forward.

Rod’s face changed drastically.

"300, no, 4 million spiritual power strength?"

Bossivale exclaimed, "It’s a 17-level spiritual energy wave! It must be the Blood Demon!"

But Takxis roared fiercely and charged at the gigantic monster.

"I’m going in!"