The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1474 - 708: The True King’s Banquet
When Rod and Bossivale arrived at the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, that figure was standing in front of the Holy Fire, his back to them.
Though it had only been a few dozen days since they last met, Rod felt as if it had been decades.
The former King always gave him an overwhelming sense, as if a colossal mountain stood before him, yet its vastness remained vague, like a mountain shrouded in mist.
But now, that feeling had vanished.
Standing before him was no longer a giant mountain but the universe itself.
It was so vast and profound, seemingly endless.
Rod stood before it like a tiny mayfly piercing through the clouds, witnessing the azure sky.
He could hardly believe it; he always thought the King was strong but hadn’t imagined this level of strength.
After becoming a mighty monarch, he once assumed he could stand on par with the King.
Though perhaps not as strong as the King, the difference wasn’t too great, after all, the King wasn’t a True King, at most a Great Monarch.
How much difference could there be between a mighty monarch and a Great Monarch?
But now, Rod knew, the difference was significant.
No wonder the King dared to fight in the Spirit Realm in his spirit form, even daring to battle the Mysterious Shadow in the outer Spirit Realm where the connection to the Holy Fire was weak, achieving victory despite the interference of Ancient Evil Thought.
At that time, Rod had given his all to help the King, yet only received 100 points of Divinity.
This was proof enough—the King wasn’t too endangered at that time.
"You’ve arrived."
The King turned around, and the moment he looked at them, his eyes were filled with an uncontainable joy.
"Little Rod, you’ve finally entered the Monarch Level."
"Wonderful, do you know? From the first moment I saw you, I’ve been waiting for this moment."
Rod exclaimed, "First moment?"
He vaguely remembered, at that time, he seemed to be only a Low Rank combatant, the difference in Spiritual Energy between him and the King was astronomical, the King couldn’t even feel the fluctuations of his Spiritual Energy.
The King smiled, "Yes, at the moment you ignited the Soul Fire, Meredith mentioned your existence to me, he said he sensed a very special person, but at that time I didn’t take it to heart, because over the years many special people had appeared in Trolians, until the moment you stepped into the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, my spirit felt a special stir, like the wind plucking a string, from then on, I believed that one day, you would stand by my side, fight alongside me, and indeed, it proved not to be my illusion."
He looked at Rod, with the corners of his mouth curving up, full of a smile, his golden hourglass-shaped eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
"For the first time, I clearly felt your Spiritual Energy, well, 1.5 million kiloke of Spiritual Power Strength, the gap won’t exceed three percent... This is a mighty monarch, purely in terms of Spiritual Energy, you are already the second strongest in Trolians."
Bossivale said excitedly, "Indeed, Lord Rod has become a mighty monarch, even in Saint Reel, those who are stronger than him can be counted on one hand."
The King smiled at Bossivale, this Great Shepherd of Saint Reel, who brought so much to the Trolians.
"Bossivale, thank you as well."
Bossivale blushed deeply, his eyes seemingly ablaze, he vigorously waved his arms as if that was the only way to express his inner excitement.
"No, it’s not like that, King; it’s me who should thank all of you. I am not helping you; I am helping myself. The fall of Saint Reel has been my eternal nightmare, night after night, after the disaster, I didn’t dare to close my eyes, didn’t dare to stop working, fearing to see them, to think of them, to think of the fallen Saint Reel, the extinguished fire, the tragically dead, us shrouded in darkness, in my Alchemy Workshop, every corner was filled with lamps, fearing even the slightest shadow."
"The only way to relieve that was to see a new, strong human civilization, the birth of a new human strongman, to see our human race surviving, thriving, and flourishing in such a dark world, advancing through storms, ice, rain, and snow, and completing the ultimate revival, reliving the glory of the past."
"This is an unattainable dream, but now, here, I see hope; countless geniuses have gathered here, shining like stars in the sky, their brilliance lighting up not only Trolians but also me."
"And, there’s Rod, he is the brightest star among them all, he has brought me countless surprises, he has achieved the mighty monarch, he has swept away all difficulties, he has dispelled our disputes, countless strongmen were able to return to the Royal City ahead of time; I don’t know how to describe him, I only know he is the most incredible miracle I’ve witnessed."
The King kept his smile, quietly listening to Bossivale’s speech, he did not speak, yet golden light burned in his eyes.
Rod scratched his head, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Fortunately, Bossivale didn’t go on too long, as he still had numerous important matters to discuss with the King. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"With the help of the Pure Star Source, our overall strength has greatly improved, since you started fighting in the Spirit Realm, high-rank combatants have increased by over 6,000, Special Level Combatants by 11, Horus has inherited the Holy King’s legacy, leapfrogging to become a Monarch with the Bright Light Source Law, the Sun Knight Kai has been reborn, stepping into the Monarch Level and is continuing to grow."
