The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1502 - 717: God War_6

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Rod never expected the God war to start early. Although it’s just flesh puppets currently, according to the Investigation Legion’s observations, in at most another day, the Blood God’s Divine Country will encounter Great Dragon City. In at most two days, the Blood God’s true form will arrive under Great Dragon City, and the final battle will commence.

Time is extremely urgent; there are many things in the original plan that we won’t have time to do.

But the most important tasks have been completed. After so many days of effort, Rod has accumulated 480 points of Divinity, and the strength of the Black Battle Group has reached its peak.

The only regret is that he didn’t manage to awaken the Star Soul, originally planning to accumulate 500 points of Divinity before doing so, but now it’s too late.

But the impact is minimal; perhaps the 100 Divinity points can serve an even better purpose.

After leaving the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, Rod immediately brought the main members of the Black Battle Group and boarded Anna, heading to Great Dragon City at the fastest speed.

When Anna crossed the last mountain, the unbelievably magnificent Black Mist Great Wall appeared before everyone, towering at least tens of thousands of yards high, rising straight into the sky from the ground, absorbing the surrounding black fog, creating a pure clean zone devoid of black fog, presenting a more visually striking contrast.

The Black Mist Great Wall extends from south to north, reaching into unseen distances.

And beneath its central area stood a massive giant city, precisely the Great Dragon City conquered by Rod.

Honestly speaking, this is also a gigantic city never seen before, but it seems somewhat small in comparison to the Black Mist Great Wall.

Frank, wrapped in plants, quietly sighed, "I really can’t imagine, the black fog that brought us countless disasters has become our protective wall."

Kashan whispered, "I heard my father say, we merely utilized the monsters’ tendencies. They loathe firelight and gravitate towards black fog, and in places devoid of both black fog and firelight, it is like a vacuum that they instinctively avoid. They will instinctively seek another path until they see the firelight standing in the Black Mist Great Wall and will crazily attack this area, much like countless rivers flowing into the sea."

"Indeed." Anna agreed, "We only need to establish an absolute advantage in this area to crush those monsters like bugs, greatly alleviating our defense pressure."

Teresa quietly asked, "I wonder if the Black Mist Great Wall has any effect on the God of Contaminated Blood?"

Rod answered with a smile, "Of course not, the main role of the Black Mist Great Wall is to reduce defense pressure. Otherwise, given Troli’s current territory, the long border lines would be a nightmare for us. But against those flesh puppets, it does have an effect; the Blood God must flatten Great Dragon City to invade Troli."

During their conversation, they had already arrived beneath Great Dragon City, glancing upwards to reveal the city’s towering heights.

Today’s Great Dragon City has completely transformed; the intense firelight illuminates the entire city, the wide city walls are fully equipped with psionic cannons and heavy crossbows, and countless war machines and supplies are being transported into the city along the roads outside.

After entering the city, Rod discovered the interior had completely changed. This magnificent giant city is divided into seven levels, each resembling a new town, filled with countless logistics personnel and production staff, with various psionic machines visible everywhere.

Currently, Jon is overseeing all matters in Great Dragon City, and he was very pleased to see Rod’s arrival.

"Brother Rod, please settle in quickly; the battle has already begun. The current intensity isn’t high, but it will soon escalate, and by then, we may need to fight outside the city."

Rod was shocked, "Fight outside the city? Why?"

Jon replied grimly, "The Blood God’s creation is too destructive to our defenses. Great Dragon City’s walls are not indestructible, Brother Rod. You’ll understand when you see the battlefield."

Rod’s mood also became heavy. He found it hard to imagine; such sturdy Great Dragon City walls, combined with psionic protection, could be damaged by the Blood God’s creations.

Thinking for a moment, he asked again, "Is the Fire Descent Ceremony ready?"

Jon’s expression brightened, "All preparations are complete; the Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground has been fully transformed. By then, the Guardian Fire will briefly resonate with the Holy Fire, and the King’s Fire Projection will fully descend here."

Rod finally felt relieved. After settling in, he immediately headed to the frontline battlefield.

Upon reaching the topmost level of the city wall, Rod was stunned by the scene before him.

Before him lay an endless sea of blood. Countless flesh puppets were frantically surging toward Great Dragon City, numbering in the billions at the very least.

After digesting Saint Reel, the God of Contaminated Blood possessed boundless flesh, and with His true form’s support, these flesh puppets became subsidiary creations. The absence of a soul meant lower consumption and greater numbers, yet within the Blood God’s field, their lack of souls did not diminish their combat power.

Their terrifying degree far surpassed the scene Rod once witnessed in Saint Reel.

But Great Dragon City’s counterattack equally astounded Rod.

When over a thousand ultra-large psionic cannons fired, the psionic waves nearly obscured the skies, the dazzling white light akin to the sun, exploding upon impact, raising white tidal waves within the sea of blood.

From afar, countless white blossoms dotted the blood sea, waxing and waning.

And on the city wall, the giant crossbows completely exceeded Rod’s imagination; each crossbow measured at least two hundred yards long, reaching fifty stories high, the hundred-yard crossbow arrows appearing "petite."

Their massive steel bowstrings were as thick as ten people stacked together, entirely solidified by psionic energy.

Beside the giant crossbows, ten first-level combatants were required to turn the winches and pull back the bowstrings, the sound of steel groaning, just listening to it made one’s skin crawl.

When a giant crossbow fired, a ripple appeared across the space, and each arrow cleared a significant area within the blood sea, at the very least killing tens of thousands of flesh puppets.

Yet such gaps only lasted an instant, quickly sealing.

This was a terrifying battle Rod had never witnessed before, and it was only just beginning.

Rod walked to the edge of the city wall and looked down.

Below, countless warriors were desperately battling against the sea of blood, blocking the flesh puppets from approaching Great Dragon City.

Rod immediately spotted Olivia, Jelaba, and Evela.

Even at Monarch Level, they seemed diminutive in such battles.

Soon, he saw the city walls filled with potholes of corrosion marks, some several tens of yards deep, forming large holes. The lower the area, the more terrifying the corrosion.

Clearly, during the initial assault, they attempted to fight on the walls, but hadn’t anticipated the flesh puppets having such a corrosive effect on the wall.

Rapidly adjusting strategy, some warriors now engaged the blood tide below, preventing the flesh puppets from damaging the walls.

The cannons and ranged combatants on the wall could attack freely.

There was no doubt this was an excellent battle strategy, maximizing one’s advantages, only the excessive number of flesh puppets made the battle difficult.

At this moment, Rod saw dozens of flesh giants approaching from afar.

The terrifying intensity of psionic strength was audible even on such a battlefield.

Evela’s voice suddenly arose from below, shaking with grief:

"Yes, it’s Takxis’s aura, it’s his flesh..."

Rod’s heart sank, recalling Takxis as Saint Reel’s Saint Heir, one of the most powerful Monarchs.

Sssss—

A colossal screech sounded within the blood tide, the terrifying psionic field descending.

Jon’s voice immediately rang out, "Retreat! Fall back!"

"Too late!"

A void-like voice emerged from the sky.

Rod immediately recognized it; this was the voice of the evil thoughts leader, Akh.

"Hahaha, perish, foolish humans! Witness true darkness!"

A dark barrier appeared, enveloping Jelaba and the others.

"This is bad!"

Jon shouted.

"Quick, quick, go support them!"

In the next moment, Rod leapt down, the powerful Monarch’s psionic energy sweeping across the field.