The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1285 - 642: Above the Heavens

"Damn it!"

Takxis’s face turned ashen in an instant.

The Blood Demon is the highest derivative of the God of Contaminated Blood, ethereal and possessing extremely high Spiritual Energy, capable of conjuring countless phantoms.

It roams this land like a ghost, currently the most powerful monster in Saint Reel, many elite warriors of Saint Reel have been slain by its phantoms.

Now that Saint Reel has fallen apart, it is the most dangerous enemy.

However, before this, what they encountered were sporadic Blood Demon phantoms.

The Blood Demon has a unique sense of smell that can sniff out the fear in the hearts of weak creatures. It prefers attacking weaker enemies, so such a large team hasn’t encountered many Blood Demon phantoms.

Originally, they thought they wouldn’t be attacked by the Blood Demon, but unexpectedly encountered so many phantoms suddenly.

According to previous combat experience, Takxis believes he can fight up to thirty strong Blood Demon phantoms simultaneously, but nothing more; the absolute disparity in Spiritual Energy can level all differences.

Even as the Fire King, it won’t work, unless under extreme weather like the Star Flash or Sun Day.

But now, the "good weather" is far from coming, while "bad weather" is looming over them.

The situation has become extremely dangerous in an instant.

The fog-like specters swept towards them, long blades reflecting the glow of Spiritual Energy, the breath of death rushing forward.

"Quickly call Mod and Bossivale."

Takxis shouted sharply; Mod’s smoke and Bossivale’s thermal energy are the best means to counter the Blood Demon.

But facing this many, even with two additional Kings, they might not hold.

However, the entire team stretches for tens of thousands of yards, the defense pressure is immense, and more force can’t be drawn, or other directions will inevitably develop gaps.

And to resist the Blood Demon before them, unless half their strength is deployed here, which is utterly impossible.

In a flash of thought, a name surfaced in Takxis’s mind.

Though he’s just a Commander, and his combat power is far from enough to withstand so many Blood Demon phantoms.

Yet, he might create an unexpected miracle.

Almost without hesitation, Takxis added a sentence.

"And Rod, the brother."

——

In the Dream Realm.

The black smoke dissipated into ash.

Other than the Book of the Future on the ground, no trace was left, everything that happened seemed like an illusion.

But reason reminded Rod, this couldn’t be an illusion.

The Book of the Future’s prophecy seems to have startled the God of Contaminated Blood, the mad Ancient God exiled to the Void, crossing the streams of time and reality to deliver a massive shock.

Rod took quite a long time to come to his senses:

"Book, what does this mean? Is the Ancient God warning us? Is this a threat? But aren’t the monsters chaotic fallen creatures? Why do they seem to have a will of their own?"

The Book of Knowledge unconsciously flickered its pages, displaying inner unrest:

"Fallen Divine beings are different from ordinary monsters, their consciousness has gone mad, their spirit shattered, but they were once world rulers, holding Divine Authority, their soul didn’t crumble, not merely instinctive monsters; you may think, post-Black Fog erosion, Divines turn into chaotic evil spirits, you could regard them as Dark Gods."

Rod was stunned: "Dark Gods?"

"Yes...Ancient Gods fallen into darkness, they are insane and terrifying, but retain some Divine Status, spreading pollution, extinguishing flames, slaying anything that threatens the Black Fog, becoming their new instinct."

Rod’s heart shivered, incredulously saying: "You mean, the God of Contaminated Blood still retains some Divine Status but has completely descended into a dark Evil God, viewing the Dream Realm as a threat to the Black Fog, cursing us to perish on the day of madness, foreseeing that when the Ancient God awakens from the Abyss, a prophesized horror will descend?"

The Book of Knowledge nodded, appreciating its master’s intelligence, as time went on, their communication was increasingly smooth, devoid of previous awkwardness.

Such high efficiency made it very satisfied.

Rod felt a chill throughout his body; he saw this passage for the second time.

The first time was when they attempted to cross the Shattered Mountains into Saint Reel, encountering a fortress of flesh puppets capable of infinite resurrection.

After using "Ice Prison" to kill most flesh puppets, in the fortress’s deepest layer, he found the source of all resurrection—an odd inverted triangular human meat totem.

At the totem’s base was a variation of that sentence, alongside the name Royeger.

At that time, the Book of Knowledge told him that this was definitely not Royeger’s totem; it didn’t fit the mystical art, no Ancient God places their divine name this way, that’s the enemy’s position.

Rod didn’t know what that totem was then.

It now appears that’s evidently the God of Contaminated Blood’s totem.

The sentence was spoken to him.

Could it be, before they entered Saint Reel, the God of Contaminated Blood exiled to the Void foretold this day?

Are Gods all skilled in prophecy?

Previously, the Book of the Future’s prophecy about the King was the same, but the King’s will didn’t actively retaliate, only weak souls unable to gaze upon such daunting power.