The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1555 - 737: The Source Heavenly God’s Throne (2)

Asa firmly believed in this point, the Void had long been echoing with the voice of the "King of Devouring Excrement", which was evidently his future self.

"Master, I need some time to digest the evil thoughts and settle the filth. I’m sorry, but in the future, I won’t be able to provide you with help for a while."

Rod raised an eyebrow: "Asa, this time won’t be too long, right?"

In dealing with the various matters regarding evil thoughts, he still needed Asa’s help, and he also eagerly hoped to explore more secrets that belonged to the evil thoughts.

But all of this could only be done after he finished digesting the evil thoughts.

A joyful expression that couldn’t be restrained appeared in Asa’s eyes; nothing made him happier than the master’s need, which proved his irreplaceability.

"It won’t be long, at most five weeks, at least one week, and I will have fully digested these evil thoughts. By then, their secrets, their memories will all be gained by me, and I will be the strongest evil thought, second only to Ark, and you will also see the embryonic form of the King of Devouring Excrement."

Asa opened his arms wide, and within the bloated soul, countless turbid yellows rolled over as he laughed wildly.

"By then, I will make this world feel the fear of being ruled by excrement! Wahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, Rod’s face darkened slightly as he left the Dream Realm. For some reason, a picture always flashed before his eyes: a kind of turbid, dry-cracked-earth-like yellow dust flying in the filthy sky, excrement-colored Holy Fire spewing more of such filthy dust endlessly, as if the entire world was shrouded in the scent of excrement.

This terrible imagination he firmly cleared from his mind.

If such a possibility truly existed in the future, then it’d be better to be shrouded in Black Fog.

"Asa’s power must never surpass the line of the Great Monarch."

Rod thought to himself secretly.

The Great Monarch was already very close to the True King; as long as it doesn’t reach this level, Asa can still be controlled, otherwise, even if he became the True King, the future would be hard to predict.

With chaotic and fluctuating thoughts, Rod returned to the Royal City.

The Royal City seemed normal, without many traces of the battles, but Rod sharply noticed a large number of people entering and leaving the Upper City, and more Fire Priests and Fire Guardians were stationed at the entrance of the Silver Oath.

This time, the Royal City suffered the most damage mainly due to the Silver Oath, which was responsible for suppressing the seal of the Abyss below the Royal City.

The massive Silver Ring resonated with the magic array at the Abyss’ entrance, containing the Abyss’ aura from extending upwards.

And the rebellion came from the Taboo Armament belonging to the Silver Oath, its leader Ryanbeck was the instigator of everything.

However, the Doomsday believers’ conspiracy was completely destroyed by Alan, Ark’s plan was powerless against this First Knight’s strength, and many Doomsday believers were killed in this battle, Ryanbeck was captured alive, and the mutiny of the Abyss was also quelled.

One could say, Alan’s merits ranked only below the King and Rod in Trolian, if it weren’t for him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With scattered thoughts, Rod landed in front of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, noticing many priests using Holy Fire to purify the streets nearby, evidently, the Abyss’ aura still caused some erosion to the Royal City.

"If we could find a way to permanently close the Abyss entrance below, that would be good."

Rod thought.

"Otherwise, there’s always a lurking danger."

In his thoughts, Rod stepped into the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

Beneath the surging Holy Fire, the King quietly sat on the Throne, his body wrapped in Golden Light, the black cracks in his soul clearly visible, impure aura rolling over, yet it wasn’t purified even under the Holy Fire.

Beside him, Soul Master Priscilla was healing him, her small frame leaning on the King’s arm, tender hands emitting a faint white light, trying to gradually heal the cracks in the soul.

Flanking the Throne stood Scholar Professor Bins, Professor Barrett, and the First Defense Chief Daryn and First Elder Amendo.

As Rod stepped into the venue, the King opened his eyes.

"Little Rod, you’re here."

For some reason, upon hearing the King’s gentle and calm voice, Rod’s chaotic thoughts settled down, his heart felt unprecedented peace and joy, and he smiled.

"Yes, King, I’ve come."

Professor Bins raised his turbid eyes and said in a hoarse yet deep voice: "I don’t know why, your dialogue sounds philosophical, Little Rod, do you study philosophy?"

Rod was taken aback, his only research on philosophy was naked men wrestling, which was clearly not what Professor Bins meant.

"Not much, really."

Professor Bins nodded, said in a deep tone: "That’s good, some ancient texts we’ve acquired show that those who study philosophy mostly went mad, lost control of Spiritual Energy, attracted the Black Fog, they quickly turned into monsters — the strongest monsters among all the Fallen, far exceeding their previous strength, do you know what this means?"

Rod frowned: "Such a thing? Suppose, just suppose, if the King studied philosophy, could he become a monster surpassing the Ancient God?"

Daryn snapped: "Rod, don’t speak such ominous things."

Rod immediately closed his mouth, in the terrifying Dark World, there were too many bizarre things, many conversations should not be spoken lightly.