The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1313 - 652: The Sunrise of Dawn

At this moment, no one could believe what they were seeing.

Where there’s firelight, there must be people.

Judging by the brightness and stability of the light, it was a stationed Guardian Fire.

Without a doubt, this was a human stronghold.

But, wasn’t the Sword Edge Mountain Range a dark realm far removed from the human world?

That ancient city, wasn’t it an abandoned Divine City?

In Saint Reel’s records, it was described as filled with filth and darkness, teeming with overwhelmingly powerful Black Fog, a place of decay and dead land.

Why would there be a human stronghold here?

"The Royal City has sent people!"

Horus exclaimed in surprise, "They’ve taken over the ancient city and transformed it into a human stronghold, convenient for accommodating and relocating refugees!"

A smile finally appeared on Rod’s weary face.

He knew the intelligence he sent back through the Teleportation Gate had been effective, and as the Book of the Future predicted, the King remained untroubled, Trolian operated as usual, with well-organized coordination, and the Royal City was still fulfilling its duties.

When the disaster in Saint Reel began, with the collapse of the Saint Rel Royal City, the entire Kingdom disintegrated, and all order fell apart. Various towns were besieged by monsters, fighting individually, strategic points couldn’t get support and successively fell.

Ultimately, the entire Kingdom was overthrown, with its strong meeting their demise one by one, leaving only over twenty million people alive out of hundreds of millions.

Having witnessed all this, no one could help but worry that Trolian might fall into a similar state as Saint Reel.

The King, at that time, entered a closed state like the Saint Reel’s Pope, and although Rod persistently reassured them that the King would remain unharmed, even using his Intuition as proof, the lingering anxiety of the crowd couldn’t quite be dispelled.

Until witnessing this scene, those worries were finally shattered completely.

Surprise spread like bubbles, and when the survivors learned they had finally arrived at another stronghold of the Fire Civilization, countless people fell to their knees and howled, countless others buried their faces and wept silently. Their cries contained both agony and sorrow, as well as the ecstatic joy of having survived against all odds. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Bossivale was in tears, shouting, "We’re home! We’ve come home!"

Vier sobbed softly, "Safe, we’re finally safe..."

Evela knew everyone was utterly exhausted, whether civilians or warriors, they were near their limits, and she shouted, "Into the city, enter and rest!"

Horus shouted, "Yes, we can only stop once we’re inside the city!"

Under their insistence, the crowd surged like a torrent into the ancient city.

With the distance closing, the firelight became increasingly distinct, enveloping the entire ancient city.

The tower, which once belonged to the Ancient God, shone brilliantly.

It seemed a powerful Fire Spark had taken root on the tower, indicating the Royal City greatly valued their return.

The golden glow illuminated every building within the ancient city, turning what was once an eerily chilling abandoned city into a place full of vitality.

The surrounding monsters had been cleared away, and the patrolling warriors quickly noticed the large crowd.

Horus walked at the forefront of the group, shouting, "I’m Horus, we have returned!"

The warrior was stunned for a moment, then ran back to the city without even greeting them.

Soon, the city gate opened, and hundreds of Knights poured out.

Behind them followed a mass of Priests, Bishops, and medical personnel.

A man with flowing black hair and dressed in a blue armor led them, it was Alan.

"Welcome home, Archbishop, Qingyu, Jelaba, Peibela, Red Queen, Rod, and the brothers and sisters from Saint Reel!"

At that moment, many people felt their noses tingle, even Horus’s eyes turned red for an instant.

After experiencing such a horrifying disaster, they had finally returned to their home.

"That’s wonderful, Alan, we have more than twenty million people, can this city accommodate them?"

Alan smiled, "The ancient city isn’t large, but its underground space is vast, and with the space-multiplying tower, it can accommodate them... Jon even warned anticipatively that the number of returnees from Saint Reel might exceed expectations, so we’ve prepared accordingly."

Jelaba grinned widely, looking extremely happy, "Is Jon responsible for the Royal City’s affairs now?"

"Yes, before going into seclusion, the King entrusted him with the daily affairs, and ordered the First Elder, Amendo, to lead the Supreme Council in assisting him."

"How is the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground doing now?"

"Everything is normal, the Holy Fire shines every five days, emitting a powerful Fire breath, also making it the best time for cultivation."

At this moment, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Qingyu smiled, "First let’s arrange matters within the city, we have much to talk about, but it can wait until we’re settled."

Alan nodded gently, and with a wave of his hand, all four city gates opened simultaneously.

The prepared logistical personnel streamed out, welcoming the refugees from Saint Reel into the ancient city.

The flow of the crowd rushed into the city, and over twenty million was an incredibly vast number, including tens of thousands of warriors, and the language barrier made arrangements difficult.

But the logistical team anticipated this, creating countless signs with arrows indicating directions and symbols denoting functions, dividing the massive flow into countless smaller streams, rapidly filling every nook and cranny of the ancient city.

This town, abandoned for countless years, welcomed life once again.