The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1305 - 649: Battle of Blood

Beneath the Sea of No Light, countless flesh puppets are formed below the surface. Pale larvae crawl up from the shore, quickly maturing as their flesh begins to fester and their bodies swell, with spiritual energy rapidly growing.

This terrifying sight shook Rod to his core. In an instant, he realized that if they couldn’t eliminate the central hub and restore the twisted space, they would face complete annihilation.

However, the monsters before him surged like a flood, the terrifying Sea of No Light filled with darkness, with nothing visible beneath its surface.

Rod couldn’t locate the hub maintaining the twisted space.

At that moment, Mod suddenly shouted, "There!"

Rod followed his direction, gazing beyond countless monsters and blackened seawater, finally seeing the target he was pointing at.

It was a tall knight, not burly, whose body was made gray due to pollution, though not appearing heavy. He held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, his face hidden in shadows, indistinct.

Yet Mod immediately recognized him.

He was their strongest, the captain of the elite Church Knights, known as the Shield of Saint Rel.

But now, he, who had once loathed monsters intensely, stood at the edge of the Sea of No Light, surrounded by countless flesh puppets, using his once pure spirit to maintain the twisted space, continuously channeling monsters from the most polluted areas of the Saint Rel Kingdom onto their final path to survival.

Takxis was next to discover him.

The former comrade had become a monster, and once brothers had to turn swords against each other. This world bore its greatest sorrow; no one wished to see this moment, but no one could escape it.

Boom!

Takxis unleashed his strongest state in an instant, Spiritual Energy of 2 million shook the air, directly dispersing the spirits of some weak, newborn flesh puppets, turning them into pools of flesh.

"Mod, suppress all surrounding monsters, give me fifteen minutes!" Takxis shouted.

The number of monsters surrounding Gauss was vast, beyond calculation, yet Mod agreed without hesitation.

"Alright."

Numerous white smokes erupted from his body, covering the sky and earth, transforming into countless shackles, locking all the monsters.

A cacophony of monster howls erupted; for Mod, the white smoke was his entity, engaging in close combat with countless monsters, imprisoning them as he imprisoned himself.

The massive counterforce instantly made blood spew from his mouth and nose, but Mod gritted his teeth, enduring tremendous pressure.

Meanwhile, Takxis was like a burning meteor, streaking across the sky, crashing into his former comrade.

Massive flames soared into the sky, and the strongest of Saint Rel began their battle in an instant. Fiery giant swords and black longswords clashed, powerful spiritual energy colliding madly, the reverberation killing off countless unformed flesh puppets.

Both demonstrated their most formidable combat skills, with figures of fire and figures of darkness swapping positions countless times in an instant. Both, as the strongest of Saint Rel, knew each other well, having sparred countless times, never determining a winner.

But this time, they must settle it.

Gauss had fallen into darkness, but his combat instincts persisted, even stronger. His familiar techniques of attack, defense, and evasion made Takxis feel as if they had returned to the past, the only difference being this time, their fight aimed to kill.

The battle quickly escalated, and Gauss began using the spear in his right hand. The spear, piercing through darkness, had unbelievable speed and could penetrate Takxis’s flames, leaving marks on his body.

Takxis’s fiery longsword could also pierce through his defenses during attacks, leaving wounds on him.

The two rolled and tumbled from one side of the Sea of No Light to the other, strong spiritual energy shattering space, breaking the land.

Countless monsters perished in the aftermath of their battle, boundless white mist enveloping them, making them seem to fight in the heavens, but the dark Sea of No Light dragged the illusion back to reality.

Soon, Rod noticed something amiss; Takxis’s spiritual energy noticeably weakened, soul strength continuously declining, and the darkness spreading from his wounds showed apparent signs of corrosion.

Meanwhile, Gauss grew stronger with battle, unhindered by injuries.

Rod looked up, seeing black fog sweeping in from all directions, converging on Gauss, the Sea of No Light under the blood moon boiling madly, countless black fog rising, forming a massive vortex like a tornado.

And Gauss was the center of the vortex.

His spiritual energy was rapidly intensifying, and in Rod’s perception, his soul was becoming increasingly heavy, like a massive gravity well crazily absorbing the black fog.

The air filled with muffled roars and sharp cries, an even greater, more vast, deeper force gradually emerging.

Rod felt his mind waver. In an instant, he realized this was the whisper of the Ancient God, about to descend!

"What... how is this possible? Wasn’t there still two days?"

Rod’s heart sank to the ocean floor; this was completely contrary to their plan.

"Is it the influence of the Ancient Evil Thought? Asa, quickly, search the memories of that evil thought for content related to the Ancient God!"