The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1569 - 744: Response

Iyeta nodded lightly:

"The strings of destiny entangled in the King’s soul remain obscure and deep. Clearly, neither the erosion of the Mysterious Shadow, nor the invasion of the Blood God, nor the targeting by the Supreme Will are the King’s critical crisis. His crisis comes from elsewhere."

Rod’s brow furrowed tightly; he had never imagined that the King’s crisis had not yet passed.

If it’s not the Mysterious Shadow, not the Blood God, not Destruction’s Needle, then what else could threaten the King, who has become the God of Humans and has the Holy Fire at his back?

Regarding this question, Iyeta had no answer either.

"We have performed multiple prophecies, attempting to trace the source of the crisis, but none have succeeded."

Rod asked solemnly, "Why? Is it due to a lack of materials, or is there some stronger existence preventing the prophecy?"

The only thing he could think of as a threat to the King was the Ancient God.

Iyeta shook his head:

"Not necessarily. The probability of success for tracing the source of prophecies has always been very low. This isn’t something that can be solved at the level of enhancement prophecy; the key lies in the method. If the method is wrong, even the Source Prophecy cannot provide answers... The prophets of the White Tower are researching this issue; I believe it won’t be long before we find the correct method of prophecy."

Only then did Rod feel slightly relieved, saying, "Master Iyeta, if there is anything needed for the prophecy ceremony, please let me know directly."

Iyeta gave a faint smile.

"I will, Lord Rod. The White Tower is Troli’s eyes, penetrating the Black Fog; it is the lantern, the telescope on the ship’s mast, the lighthouse on the dark sea. At any time, we shall dutifully ensure that humanity’s great ship forever sails on this lightless ocean."

The response from the Master of the White Tower reassured Rod quite a bit.

For some reason, he always felt that this Great Prophet had a unique penetration power; his prophecies have a special charm that makes one believe involuntarily.

Perhaps it was an illusion caused by his shiny bald head.

Indeed.

Rod optimistically thought.

Hair is a web of worries; removing hair makes prophecy naturally more precise.

Simply put, bald head plus prophecy.

After leaving the White Tower, Rod silently made his first decision as the King’s acting duty—

Anyone wishing to become the White Tower’s Great Prophet must shave their head.

Maybe this could help elevate the prophecy standards of the Royal City.

However, the real problem had not yet been solved.

Due to the King’s aggravated injuries, Horus urgently returned from Great Dragon City.

But his participation did not bring any change.

The King’s injuries still hadn’t improved; the pollution in the soul, under the suppression of the Holy Fire and the healing of Bright Light, was not eliminated, with even a tendency to spread.

The situation became extremely critical for a moment; Rod decisively gathered the top echelons of Trolian.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

At the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, Horus’s face was incredibly grim.

Since he had become the King of Bright Light, he had never seen an injury that couldn’t be treated.

"I and Soul Master Priscilla have tried countless ways and methods but to no avail. The corruption of the King’s soul is continually spreading, and due to the True King’s soul being too strong, I cannot eliminate the polluted part. If this continues for up to five weeks, the pollution will have grown to an unstoppable extent. Within fifteen weeks, the King’s soul will be completely corrupted; at that time, even the legendary Fire Will cannot save it."

Jon asked urgently, "Is there no other way? Does Rod’s Demon Dragon’s Heart not work? I remember you should still have one."

Rod shook his head slightly, "I do have one, but the Demon Dragon’s Heart can only recast the flesh, not the soul. Frankly, this is impossible to do; the pollution the King suffers from is primarily in the soul."

Qingyu asked anxiously, "The White Tower, did the White Tower say anything?"

Rod truthfully told them Iyeta’s words.

Everyone’s expressions varied, and Horus hesitated, "To challenge a True King at this time...might be difficult."

Rod nodded, his tone very serious, "Yes, it’s difficult; Pope O’Sullivan is very strong, possibly not much weaker than the Blood God. Moreover, we do not have the fire’s protection; fighting in the Black Fog is very disadvantageous to us."

Horus turned his gaze to Rod, with something enigmatic in his eyes.

"Then your opinion is..."

Rod said solemnly, "If there’s no other way, gather all forces above Monarch Level and attack Saint Reel Royal City."

Horus looked somewhat relieved and even regretful, saying, "I support Lord Rod’s opinion."

This was the first time the Archbishop had given Rod a respectful title. In Royal City, many people addressed Rod this way because he was Trolian’s hero, an unparalleled genius.

Many also called him brother because they were Rod’s siblings; others simply addressed him by his name because they were Rod’s elders or had a special relationship with him.

Horus was like that.

He had always addressed Rod by name because he was the Archbishop.

In his heart, Rod had always been an impulsive, immature, naive, rebellious kid until he could fight alongside the King, together defeating the Ancient God who threatened Trolian. Only then did this initial impression change.