The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1489 - 715: The Blood God’s Invasion (Three-in-One)
Not far away.
In a dim secret chamber.
Two figures emerged sequentially from the air.
A tall, slender Knight whispered, "Master Ak, although Manolo Bana was once a Doomsday believer, he is now very likely a bait used by the Internal Affairs Court. He will never inject Black Water into the Pure Star Marrow Potion at the Alchemy Workshop according to our plan."
Ak sneered, "Abai, I know he isn’t."
The Knight called Abai asked, "Then are you planning to use the strategy against him?"
Ak shook his head, "He also knows that we don’t trust him."
Abai looked at his Leader in confusion.
"Please forgive my dullness, I cannot understand your meaning."
Ak let out a cold laugh, an icy coldness spreading across his face like water.
"Don’t worry, Abai, this person has his own ideas. He is not aligned with Trolian. We don’t need to care about him. Sometimes, you don’t have to control everything; things naturally move towards destruction and collapse... The era of fire is destined for destruction, so the factors of destruction are everywhere. I only need a slight push, and this decaying edifice will collapse."
Abai softly asked, "Leader, does he have any other reliance besides us?"
The smile on Ak’s face grew even colder.
"No wonder you, Abai, are the wisest evil thought I’ve ever encountered. Not eating you back then was the right choice. Your existence is much more useful than that bit of evil force. When I become the King of Evil Thoughts, you will be the first Leader beneath me."
He turned around, waved his hand, and a black barrier disappeared, revealing the other half of the secret chamber.
Dozens of figures were kneeling there respectfully.
Ak’s expression turned indifferent, "How are the daily plan and destruction plan progressing?"
A person dressed as a Royal City guard bowed and answered, "Everything is going smoothly."
"Personnel situation?"
A person dressed as a Judger bowed and said, "Basically complete. Once the Blood God invades, we will strike back and break their spine."
"Doomsday believers?"
A person dressed as a Hunter bowed and said, "Not good. Lucian has advanced to become a Commander who can see through the fluctuations of thoughts. He used this ability to uproot dozens of dark piles once again. The concealed spread of the Dark Truth was completely blocked, and the victorious thoughts of Royal City spread far and wide. Even the most remote and worst-off poor don’t care about our ideology."
Ak’s face grew more somber, but this was an expected result. Before a true turning point appears, the Doomsday Sect cannot propagate or spread in Trolian.
"How is the contact with the survivalist faction going?"
A person dressed as a Priest bowed and said, "Not much progress. The survivalist faction seems to have its own core and ideology. Asi was killed."
All eyes instantly focused on him.
Ak frowned, "Asi was killed? What happened, didn’t he reveal his identity?"
The Priest bowed and answered, "Master Ak, he revealed his identity. After more than nine months of contact with the survivalist faction, he finally met their high-level members. He communicated with them as you instructed, stating that the Ancient Evil Thought was the Doomsday Sect’s Divine Envoy, and the great Supreme Will was their Unique True God. As long as they returned to the organization, they could have a place in the future Dark Great Hall."
Ak’s expression turned grim, "Then why was he killed? Are they crazy?"
The Priest cautiously replied, "I don’t know the exact reasons, but based on the traces left on the scene, the high-level members of the survivalist faction were not moved by us. They killed Asi on the spot and completely severed contact with us. Now, we can no longer access any information or means of contacting the survivalist faction."
The secret chamber became deathly silent.
After a long silence, Ak spoke again.
"It seems the survivalist faction has its own core and ideology. They cannot be used by me."
The Priest softly asked, "What should we do, Master Ak?"
"Ignore them, remove them from the plan."
"Yes!"
Ak asked again, "What about the Destruction Sect?"
A person dressed as a businessman bowed and said, "I have mended the rifts within the Destruction Sect. Now, those lunatics who only wish for destruction have finally calmed down. They will cooperate with the daily plan and bring us more destructive factors with their mad souls."
"What about the other sects?"
"They have been severely hit. The fragmented Doomsday Sect has further broken apart. Most of them have been eliminated, leaving only scattered individuals that can no longer pose a threat."
Before the words were finished, shadows trembled in the secret chamber, and another figure emerged from them.
"Master Ak."
He called out urgently.
"The eleventh Monarch has been born, it’s Jelaba the Giant Hammer from the land of fine wine!"
Ak glanced at him indifferently, "Oh? I recall this Fire Son didn’t have high potential, not the first in line."
The person hurriedly said, "His chances of successful promotion were originally low. Bossivale interrupted the ritual for him, allowing him to further enhance the Source Law’s Strength before trying again. But for some unknown reason, he suddenly completed the Monarch’s ascension ceremony."
Ak’s demeanor remained cold with a hint of mockery.
"It’s alright, Aden. When the day of the end comes, they will realize it was all for naught."
