The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1471 - 707: The King’s Return

Rod paused for a moment, then realized and said, "If you want it, just take it, don’t say it while lying in bed."

He reached out his hand, gently touching her forehead, and humanity surged into her soul like a landslide and tsunami.

In the blink of an eye, over two million humanity was consumed.

His humanity plummeted to just over fifty million. Since Rod became strong, he rarely had such low humanity.

"Is it done?"

Mephit slightly shook her head, her silver-white hair falling from her ear, possessing a strange beauty.

Rod could only take out the Flower of Humanity again, sending it into her red lips.

Watching the flower, shining with a strange light and formed by the condensation of millions of humanity, be swallowed in one bite by her, Rod unexpectedly felt a twinge of pain.

But one flower wasn’t enough; Rod fed her five in a row before Mephit’s soul stabilized.

"Mephit... if you go on like this, I won’t be able to support you anymore."

Rod held his forehead as he sat up.

"When will your soul finally stabilize completely?"

Once again full of humanity, Mephit’s eyes were bright and no longer so cold. At this moment, Mephit was Rod’s favorite version of her, not the usually cold and indifferent Mephit, devoid of emotional fluctuations.

"Are you out of humanity?"

She asked softly.

"As long as I don’t continue to unravel the Soul Seal and maintain the strength of the chains, I won’t need humanity."

Rod asked, "Can you anticipate how much humanity and Flowers of Humanity will be needed to completely unravel the Soul Seal?"

Mephit slightly shook her head: "I can’t be certain."

"Mephit, I’ve always wanted to ask you, what is your true strength?"

In Mephit’s silver-white eyes, there was a flash of confusion: "I don’t know... since the incident, Lord Theodore used the curse in my soul to forge twelve sealing chains for me. Under the constraint of the seal, I cannot perceive my soul, do not know its strength, nor the strength of the Soul Traits."

Rod frowned: "And before the seal?"

Mephit slightly shook her head: "I can’t remember clearly, the chains also sealed a part of my memory. Lord Theodore said that the soul chains have powerful sealing abilities, but my soul will also grow within the seal. He intended to find suitable Source Material at the right time to create a container for my soul to address this issue, but did not have time before he perished. Years have passed, and I no longer know to what extent my soul has reached."

She looked at Rod, a slight gleam flickering in her silver-white eyes.

"If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t dare to unravel the soul chains to this extent."

Rod blinked, stroked her head with a smile and said, "Isn’t this how it should be? You are also a combatant for humanity. Bossivale said you are the Platinum Child he had never seen before, possessing unimaginable potential, so what is the small resource expenditure to me? In the future, maybe humanity will rely on you to be saved."

Mephit’s silver-white eyes slightly flickered, like the moon reflected in the water waves.

She lowered her head, speaking in a very light tone: "Rod, this is the first time I’ve heard such words. People think I am an Ominous, afraid I’ll destroy the Royal City, yet you say I will save humanity."

Rod smiled slightly, he actually only said it casually. The matter of saving the world, if not me, then who else?

Unexpectedly, this touched Mephit.

After the battle with the Black Fog Demon, Rod had a profound understanding of the importance of allies. Even if their strength wasn’t comparable to his own, they could still play critical roles. If it weren’t for the Book of Knowledge, Asa, the dolls, the Ghost King, and the Book of the Future—how could he alone have defeated the Black Fog Demon?

Heigao’er’s seemingly deliberately ordinary reminder was actually very important.

"Don’t worry, Mephit."

Rod smiled slightly.

"As long as I’m here, you won’t harm anyone, believe me, you will only destroy monsters."

Mephit looked at him coldly: "Can you stop feeling down?"

Rod laughed and said, "Don’t misunderstand, I just want to prove that you are not someone everyone avoids as an Ominous. See, I have no defense against you, I’m even willing to be face-to-face, chest-to-chest with you, person to—"

Bang.

Ice crystals exploded around her, sending Rod flying away.

Taking the opportunity, he wore his robe, dusting off the collar: "Let’s go, we still have many tasks ahead. At the beginning of humanity’s rise, there is so much to be done, we still need to work hard."

The shattered ice crystals dissipated without a trace, and the creations of Spiritual Energy finally returned to Spiritual Energy, sinking to the world’s deepest layers.

Mephit got up as well, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall without a single split end, but Rod noticed the bed’s wrinkles seemed aged.

"Mephit, when did you arrive? How long have you been lying here?"

"An hour ago."

Rod slightly furrowed his brow: "Why lie beside me without waking me up?"

Mephit said softly: "I sensed a strange aura from you, an aura familiar yet distant, it lasted only a short moment before vanishing."

Her silver-white eyes looked at Rod, with an implicit inquiry in her gaze. Clearly, she wanted to know the reason, to know what Rod was doing in his slumber.

Rod blinked, surprised at Mephit’s sensitivity. The time she sensed that aura might have coincided with when he was battling the Black Fog Demon in the form of the God of Giants.