The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1550 - 735: Sacrifice 3

"This battle that decided the fate of Trolian, we have won it."

"Jelaba, don’t hug so tight, your chest muscles are too hard, it’s not comfortable... Yes, we successfully endured this crisis."

"Nothing can stand in our way, Luo Weiya, the resurgence of humanity and the rise of Trolian cannot be stopped."

"Yes, I said it, I have always believed this."

"Wow, so soft, Olivia, you can hug a bit tighter..."

Amidst the countless declarations of victory, humanity and the Flower of Humanity surged at an unprecedented speed, Rod’s vision was filled with golden light, almost making it hard to see.

In the endless cheers, the ecstatic emotions ignited like a large fire, mercilessly setting everyone ablaze.

At one corner of the battlefield, Great Priest Megan cried out as he embraced the earth: "Look, look, do you see it? Great Lord Calier, this is our power, this is the new path for humanity! I was not wrong, I was not wrong, hahaha!"

Behind him, the four strongest of Calier, Annie, Geoffrey, Wawa, and Amora, stood silently, not far from them were the fervent hidden warriors.

In another corner, eleven Spiritual Energy golems gathered together, scholars stepped out of their machines, embracing all this.

"We’ve found a new path for humanity, the torrent of steel will surely drown all monsters!"

In a large open space, Frank was busily tidying up his plants.

Anna walked over, snorting: "Frank, can’t you just keep them with you all the time?"

Frank shook his head: "No, my Spiritual Energy can’t sustain such a huge consumption for long, the Spiritual Soil is not enough, and most importantly, I feel my Source Law has reached its limit, it needs rest."

He continued to collect seeds from the wilting plants, placing them in the container he carried on his back.

Kashan jumped off her horse, waved her fist, and a bit of flesh evaporated into black dust. She was very satisfied with this battle, having fought to the full, killed countless monsters, and did not show any signs of exhaustion.

"So for your next battle, won’t you have to regrow them again?"

Frank nodded: "That’s the trouble with everything, the plant empire’s plan doesn’t seem so easy to complete, all the Spiritual plants need to rely on my existence, perhaps only when I step into the Domain of the Monarch can I create Spiritual plants that are self-sustaining, and can grow and reproduce."

The usually quiet Mephit suddenly asked: "If these plants escape your control, grow and reproduce infinitely, eventually engulfing the entire world and turning hostile to humanity, what then?"

Teresa came up from behind her horse, exclaimed: "That would be a disaster comparable to the Black Fog... If that day comes, will future people frantically seek its origin?"

Frank laughed and said: "I will mourn those living in a world ruled by plants in my grave, and tell them to eat more sweet potatoes, it’s good for their health."

Amidst the laughter, the Black Battle Group finished tidying up the remaining plants and returned to Great Dragon City.

The major battle groups also withdrew from the battlefield one after another.

In the distant places unseen by them, the violent Black Fog gradually dispersed, and everything returned to calm.

Yet the invisible Source feedback did not dissipate, they still echoed in the Black Fog.

White Tower.

The new Master of the White Tower, Great Prophet Iyeta, stood at the top of the tower, gazing in the direction of Great Dragon City, murmuring:

"Strange, why... why did the turmoil of the Black Fog subside? What interfered with it?"

In Great Dragon City.

The Monarchs gathered at the Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground, also inquiring about a question.

"Why did the disturbance of the Black Fog have no effect?"