From the term "God Breaker," it is clear that the King of Yarno knows some secrets about the Dream Realm, and he was even surprised to see him, considering "his appearance is not part of destiny."

Rod is quite puzzled by this. Does the King of Yarno know that the Dream Realm has not yet been restored, and theoretically, there should not be a new generation of Master of Dreams?

Or do I have some special qualities?

Rod is now convinced of this point, believing that his appearance must be related to fate; perhaps it is because the impending disaster and the shadow of destruction have emerged, prompting his sudden appearance.

Similarly, the Life of Man and geniuses in Trolian have also felt, amidst the hidden flow of fire’s will, the foreboding of the Doomsday. Therefore, all orderly forces have concentrated and appeared briefly, and even the legendary Source Heavenly God Throne has descended.

The only question is, why did they choose Trolian?

If they had chosen Yarno, or Saint Longde, the situation would have been completely different.

Is there something special about Trolian?

That’s an unspoken question Rod harbors, but at this moment, he doesn’t have the time to ponder deeply. The only thing he needs to do now is to save as many survivors as possible and obtain more Divinity.

Rod flew into the city at the fastest speed, and amidst the ruined cityscape, countless civilians gazed at him with eyes full of infinite anticipation.

"You are safe now."

Rod said succinctly, pointing a finger, and instantly an immense teleportation gate opened, with the warm, serene, healing aura of the Holy Fire shining through the portal.

Although the civilians were unaware of Rod’s abilities, from their perspective, it seemed like a gateway to the legendary Fire Heaven. Thus, the crowd rushed into the gate desperately.

The Saint Longde side was already prepared to receive the influx of refugees.

Meanwhile, sharp howls sounded outside the city, and more Black Fog surged forward. The body of the Black Fog Primordial Body released countless darkness, transforming into innumerable Black Fog Symbionts rushing towards them.

Rhein and other Primordial strong figures immediately joined the battle, the atmosphere growing tense, with time seeming to become life at that moment.

But Rod insisted, saying no. He stretched out his hands, Divine Power crazily pouring into the Spirit Boat, the teleportation gate expanded again, with its length instantly increasing to 100,000 yards, forming a peculiar S-shape that enveloped all the refugees. With such efficiency, over 3 million refugees entered the teleportation gate in a very short time.

Rod instantly closed the teleportation gate and rose into the air.

"Stop fighting, retreat!"

Rhein, just prepared to fight to the death, turned around at Rod’s words, only to discover the entire city was empty, not a single person left, not even a hair remaining.

"Where are the people?" Rhein shouted incredulously.

"Over 3 million people!" Another chubby man wearing only a loincloth exclaimed, "Even transporting 3 million big black cows wouldn’t be this fast, right?"

Philom, with blue hair, covered her mouth and asked, "How did you do it?"

Rod laughed and said, "Naturally, it relies on my infinite power, limitless courage, and boundless wisdom."

With a flick of a finger, the thin mist of the Spirit Boat instantly enveloped everyone.

In the Spiritual Communication, someone was already calling for support.

"Another group of survivors found!"

Rod was utterly exhilarated, leading everyone to fly at the fastest speed to the target point. Although he brought five people, the Spirit Boat’s consumption skyrocketed, but the distance was ultimately limited, so his Divine Power wasn’t consumed too much.

As he turned to look, below was a vast plain, but one side had already been severed by a chasm stretching tens of millions of yards long and tens of thousands of yards wide; the other side was a terrifying Black Tide, with the massive Black Fog Primordial Body within the Black Tide, and the vast Black Domain had completely enveloped this place.

And at the edge of the cliff stood a team of several hundred thousand people, obviously a Battle Group, with all members being warriors, mostly above the Commander level.

Yet at this moment, they were all out of ammunition, exhausted, injured, and weary.

Their sole reason for survival was the Piling King Bernoulli, who, despite his status as a Source Sequence 3 strong figure, held two iron hammers in each hand and a hammer in his mouth, furiously pounding the ground, scattering the Black Tide.

Rod decisively judged that this situation might not require a Sun Bombardment; as long as Rhein and others engaged in battle, they could hold off the Black Tide.

That’s why he brought them aboard the Spirit Boat.

"We are here!"

Rhein shouted, joining the battle amidst the Steel Fire Blast with the warriors.

Rod quickly flew to the rear, opened the teleportation gate, and the speed of the tens of thousands of warriors was much faster than civilians; he didn’t even need to open the gate wide to have them return to Saint Longde in a very short time.

"May humanity’s light never fall."

Before leaving, the leading warrior solemnly thanked them, but Rod suddenly turned around and pulled him back aggressively.

With a tearful face, the man had not given him even a single point of Humanity.

"What happened?" He looked at Rod in confusion.

"Ancient Evil Thought!"

Rod sneered coldly, "Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"

With a flash of Spiritual Light, a rope of spiritual energy instantly bound him.

The Piling King Bernoulli flew over, his eyes glaring red: "How did you know?"