The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1577 - 747: Dusk Glow Ring

Very simple?

Rod found it difficult to imagine how killing a True King could be associated with the word "simple."

But the phrase came from the Residual Spirit of the True King, making him unable to dismiss it.

"What should I do?"

"I will return to my body."

The ethereal and elusive voice of the Pope’s Residual Spirit echoed in his ears, but this time, Rod clearly felt it becoming rapidly solid.

"The Soul and its original body have a special connection that does not break due to corruption. When I return to the Source, the Residual Spirit and the corrupted soul will fiercely clash. I will strive to seize control of the Spirit and Soul, greatly weakening the creature’s ability to act. This will be your opportune moment."

Rod’s heart trembled, and he suddenly noticed a strange white shadow emerging from the King Artifact nearby.

The ethereal voice also became incredibly real, as if an old friend were speaking right beside him.

"Trolian’s Invincible War God, this is the unique chance, the final chance. But I believe you will succeed. I don’t want to become a monster, a puppet of the Black Fog I’ve fought all my life. I don’t want to battle my compatriots."

The white shadow fully detached from the King Artifact and flew towards the Fallen Pope.

"Remember, my weakness is on the right side."

This was the Residual Spirit’s last sentence. A black hand suddenly grasped the white Residual Spirit, drawing it into the Dark Soul.

In the next instant, the movements of the Fallen Pope froze, and the black light in his dark eyes dimmed.

Did the Residual Spirit work?

Rod hesitated for only half a second before decisively unleashing a thunderous strike.

[Truth]activated instantly, the Soul became scorching, and without needing a thought, Rod unleashed a perfect conversion, a Divine Strike with utmost efficiency.

As his heavy fist was about to hit the Fallen Pope, his eyes emitted black light again, black energy boiled in his right hand, blocking Rod’s fist in an instant; two black spiritual energy lightning bolts stabbed towards him, the black hand behind him rapidly reached out.

Bang!

Rod’s fist collided with the Fallen Pope’s fist. He was surprised to find that his spiritual energy had fallen to one-tenth of its original level, roughly similar to his own, yet his immense burst of power even shook the True King’s defense.

However, the two black spiritual energies pierced through his spiritual defense, injured his soul, and left two serious polluting wounds.

The most terrifying was the black hand behind, a sharp sense of crisis plummeting straight into his mind. Rod’s extreme perception realized clearly, that once hit by it, he would certainly die.

"Dodge!" In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge screamed frantically: "Quickly, dodge!"

In this life-and-death crisis, Rod instinctively dodged to the right.

Bang!

The black hand brushed past his shoulder, hitting the pillar of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, and in the next instant, the pillar turned completely black, collapsing into a heap of black corrosive material.

Rod immediately jumped away, the intense suffocation nearly prevented him from breathing. If even stone pillars could be corrupted like this, how about a human? Wouldn’t they instantly fall and become deformed?

Recalling the recent peril, the lingering fear of narrowly surviving continued to echo in his heart. His movement wasn’t actually faster than the black hand, only due to the minute angular deviation that he escaped disaster.

He couldn’t attack blindly!

Rod realized this instantly.

Close combat was exceedingly dangerous, unlike [Superstar Flash] which maintained a certain distance.

Even under the influence of personal will, the Fallen Pope remained a True King, an Ancient God far stronger than King Level.

Without transforming into the God of Giants’ form, he couldn’t confront him directly.

"Pollution! Pollution is corroding the soul!"

The Book of Knowledge shouted urgently.

"Master, Humanity cannot withstand, must use the Flower of Humanity soon!"

Rod immediately consumed several Flowers of Humanity, slowly retreating.

The fragrance of the Flower of Humanity quickly filled his soul, swiftly purifying the pollution within.

And as the Fallen Pope missed his strike, he did not pursue but instead fell into some chaotic state, furious one moment, laughing wildly the next, the black wings behind him flailing madly, the black hand chaotically slapping at the air.

"Master!"

The Book of Knowledge shouted urgently.

"Why not take this chance to escape! The barrier enveloping the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground has already vanished!"

Rod had long noticed this but remained unmoved.

"I promised the Pope, I must defeat him."

The Book of Knowledge urged, "It’s too dangerous, Master, even with his suppressed spiritual energy amounting to just one-tenth of the original, the barrier shielding the projection of the Giant Divine Sword still cannot be deactivated, cannot transform into the God of Giants’ form, genuinely hurt the True King. Better seize this chance to escape, gather Trolian’s strong allies then return for combat!"

Rod’s eyes fixed on the Pope, answering in an extremely calm tone, "Book, say no more, I believe I can succeed."

Raising his finger, a colossal Star Shuttle soared through the air, striking the Pope’s heart.

Though his spiritual energy fluctuated wildly, sometimes extremely strong and sometimes extremely weak, the Star Shuttle still failed to penetrate his defense.

After the burst of star glow faded, there wasn’t a single bit of damage on him.

"It won’t work!" The Book of Knowledge urged, "Master, the long-distance Star Shuttle cannot break his defense, close combat is necessary. Only [Truth]’s Divine Strike has the immense power to potentially pierce his defense, but it’s far too dangerous. Better just..."