The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1300 - 647: Blood Moon Descends

In the next two days, Takxis exerted all his strength to rescue everyone he could.

He labored day and night, rushing everywhere, just to save one more person.

Within the team, the First Bishop Mod had not yet recovered from serious injuries; Saintess Yifula needed to maintain the "Gale" to ensure the team’s progress, and Bossivale could not keep up with his speed as his spiritual energy consumption was immense.

Only Rod could keep pace with him and assist in rescuing people.

The people of Trolian also took turns joining the action. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The rescue radius of the team skyrocketed from 100,000 yards straight up to 1,000,000 yards, almost crossing a third of the Saint Rel Kingdom. However, due to the distance, it was hard to bring the rescued back to the team, so they had to flee to the exterior of Saint Rel on their own.

As for whether they could escape, that was left to fate.

But Takxis would bring back anyone who could possibly be brought back to the team.

The numbers of the main force surged dramatically in the last few days. After taking in the remnants left in the valley by Yifula, the numbers of the main force skyrocketed to 20 million, with the length of the team exceeding 40,000 yards, and the stretch of lights was endless.

Fortunately, they also obtained many Fire Sparks of the Guardian Fire, lighting numerous Guardian Fires; otherwise, many would have been devoured by the darkness.

Yet the surge in numbers made resources extremely scarce, even for Rod, it was hard to endure.

Neither Mod, Yifula, Qingyu, nor Bossivale, Horus, believed they could add more people, but Takxis still persisted, determined to rescue every voice he could hear.

And the only one who could persuade him was Rod.

Everyone hoped he could persuade this first Saint Heir.

But unfortunately, Rod shared the same stance with him.

He continually presented various reasons to prove Takxis’s actions were feasible, more frequently utilizing his abilities to solve problems, indicating they could accommodate more people.

Until they rescued a Great Shepherd in a Lighthouse.

He was the Great Prophet in charge of the Hall of Prophecy. When rescued, he was already exhausted and, in his final moments, he performed his last prophecy using his spirit.

"The great terror from the Void will arrive after the sun sets for the fifth time, then madness will sweep this land and spread outwards."

"The Fear Demon King is watching you, attempting to drag you into the Abyss."

"Quickly, flee faster, do not touch terror!"

When the prophecy ended, this Great Prophet was instantly eroded and corrupted. Black air exuded from his body, forming countless hideous tentacles, and his tongue stabbed at Rod like a sharp blade, its speed akin to a black lightning bolt, which not even Takxis could block.

Fortunately, the tongue struck Rod’s face, causing not much harm. Even the severe corruption and pollution quickly faded without leaving a trace on Rod’s face.

Takxis looked at him in astonishment:

"Why is your body so robust? Your spiritual energy is only about a sixth of mine, but your life strength almost matches mine. If I only use spiritual energy equivalent to yours, my defensive power wouldn’t compare to yours."

Rod casually explained: "Without a strong body, how can one bear a powerful soul? I am naturally strong."

Takxis didn’t care much: "I see, being naturally powerful must have its reasons; I’ll check it for you later."

"No need, I don’t have the habit of allowing a man to inspect me."

Takxis found it somewhat strange; in Saint Rel, men inspecting each other during communal bathing was a custom, wasn’t the feeling of muscles colliding with each other pleasant?

He did not know why Rod refused, but soon, he let this matter slip from his mind.

"This is the pollution from the Ancient God, Ales’s prophecy, involving unspeakable beings. Even if his spirit has collapsed, he couldn’t avoid corruption."

"Doesn’t this indirectly prove that the credibility of his prophecy is very high?"

Everyone agreed with this view.

The Great Prophet’s Chief Disciple also shouted: "The teacher is right! His spirit prophecy is absolutely error-free! Trust him, he will be at peace in Fire Heaven, wailing, the teacher will..."

He was sobbing uncontrollably, lying on the ground collecting the teacher’s ashes.

Takxis showed no expression. The death and sacrifice he witnessed during this period exceeded a thousand times more than in all his past thirty years combined. His mind was left with only numbness and indifference, maintaining predetermined actions like a machine, he continued:

"His prophecy is clear, the God of Contaminated Blood will descend after sunset on the fifth day, two days later than our predicted escape from Saint Rel, which gives us more leeway to save more people."

Almost everyone expressed opposition.

Mod said, "The prophecy is vague; we can’t gamble. More importantly, who can ensure that the God of Contaminated Blood won’t catch up? So we should take this time to run further."

Takxis asked gravely: "What about the other survivors? Let them die?"

"There is nothing we can do."

"No, if there’s no way, then fine, but now there is a way, there is capability, I must rescue. I only need one day."

"One day is enough to decide life and death. If we face danger, who will be responsible for the safety of these 20 million?"