The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 832 - 456 Maybe There Really Will Be a Miracle_2

"Moreover, the disturbance of the Resonance Plate is too great. It might alarm the presence within Starry Sky City. If that happens, everything will be doomed."

Rod’s heart sank. He knew Horus was right, but he still unwillingly asked, "Is there no other way?"

Horus shook his head. "No."

"Aren’t we seven Fire Sons, four Great Knight Captains, and eleven Special Level Combatants? Why did only one come?"

Horus’s face darkened.

"Rod, you have to understand, Troli doesn’t only have a Royal City. Our territory is vast, and the threats we face are far beyond your imagination. Each threat could destroy Troli. The Aries Demon King under the Old Abyss, the Ancient Dragon King in Ash Lake, the King of Night in the Land of Eternal Winter, and the King of Light on the Red Earth, these are all absolute threats of the highest level."

"The highest combat sequence of the Fire Hall is specially established to guard against absolute threats, which you just didn’t know before."

Rod was silent. He had actually guessed similar things; before, Dalin and Wang had vaguely hinted to him that the real restraint on Troli’s expansion were these entities referred to as absolute threats.

They are King Level active states that might launch a sudden attack on Troli when disturbed by the Holy Fire.

Only Special Level Combatants who are Commanders can counter such threats.

They are absolutely non-transferable. Moreover, Special Level Combatants have their own tasks, which are the highest secrets of the Royal City, even Rod does not have the authority to know.

This Human Kingdom living in the boundless darkness seems stable, but in fact, it’s always dancing on the tip of a needle.

Every step of Troli is like walking on a tightrope. It’s no wonder those Elders are so opposed to expansion; human instinct seeks stability, and without great benefits, no one is willing to live in unsettling adventures.

But Rod still felt unsatisfied and asked, "Do we really have no other combat power? The City Defense Legion, the Conqueror Legion, the Knight Order... are there no strong warriors? What about aid from the Royal City?"

Horus’s voice rose slightly, clearly a bit angry.

"Besides absolute threats, there are many equally dangerous threats. We can’t possibly disregard everything and mobilize all combat power."

"I understand your feelings, the Starry Sky City battlefield is indeed very important, but our homeland is even more so."

Horus’s tone softened, gently advising.

"Moreover, we still need to prepare for the final battle of Starry Sky City. That’s the most crucial battle. If we lose that battle, what’s the point of clearing the outside battlefield?"

"Trust me, Rod, the situation isn’t that bad. Perhaps the disturbance from the battle won’t awaken those monsters, and we won’t be unprepared."

Rod was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Archbishop, how do we plan to attack Starry Sky City?"

Horus said soothingly, "Currently, we plan to slowly consume Starry Sky City with a progressive combat strategy. We’ll choose the best entry point, penetrate the palace by the shortest route, and finally enter the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground of the Starry Kingdom to kill the Starry Queen and seize the Holy Fire Seed."

"Will the cut-in combat method not trigger the monsters in the city?" Rod asked, noting that the Silence Bell could only obscure usual disturbances; its role in battles of this magnitude was minimal.

Horus shook his head.

"No, the Investigation Legion has investigated it long ago. The space in Starry Sky City is twisted and broken; Spiritual Power Wave doesn’t transmit far inside."

Rod sighed deeply, "Do we really have no reinforcements?"

"Not necessarily."

Horus said.

"The King and Dalin are doing their utmost to deploy. If we’re lucky, reinforcements might still arrive."

Rod remained silent.

Horus gently patted his shoulder, "Young Rod, don’t be too anxious. If you really want to help the Royal City in this regard, invent a few more new Soul Technique techniques. The previous technique saved many warriors and preserved much of our combat strength, regardless from which aspect..."

Suddenly, a flash of thought crossed Rod’s mind, and he urgently asked, "Archbishop, is there a lot of retired combat personnel like the Elders within the Royal City?"

Horus’s words were interrupted, and his expression showed slight displeasure, but he still answered, "Yes, there are about over ten thousand combat personnel retired for various reasons. Most of them suffered irreparable severe injuries, severe pollution corrosion, or soul decay due to age, etc."

Rod asked, "Are there many high-ranking combat personnel? First Level, or similar to near First Level ones?"

Horus glanced at Rod, answering in a steady voice.

"About two hundred or so, most being members of the Elder Council, or prominent figures like Masters or Scholars in the Royal City."

"Their combat power is far from their prime. In fact, the Elder Council has been actively participating in battles, but with little effect. The Royal City simply regards them as a backup option."

This was Horus reminding him that what he thought of, the Royal City had long considered.

But Rod merely smiled.

"I have a way."

Horus furrowed his brow, "What way?"

Rod took out a shiny Goddess’ Tear from his pocket.

After defeating the Main Brain and reaping a bountiful harvest of Starlight Fragments, Rod had crafted over a hundred Goddess’ Tears.

He had given some to Horus twice, gathering much divinity.

When Rod found that giving more to Horus didn’t yield divinity, he refused outright, claiming he had none left, much to Horus’s dismay, when he wanted one for experiments.

Yet Horus hadn’t suspected, not expecting Rod to pull out a new one now.

Horus’s face fell like a withered log, as if soaked in a cesspit for centuries.

"You said you ran out?"

Rod smiled, "Archbishop, making this is slow. I crafted this one with blood and sweat."

Some color returned to Horus’s face, "Then give it to me; I have an idea..."

Rod coughed, interrupting him. Horus’s experiment was pointless; Rod could tell from the divinity, in fact, nobody but Horus thought it would work.

"Archbishop, you should know, the weakening of elderly souls mostly stems from uncleanable pollution and darkness accumulated deep in the soul."

Horus instantly understood his meaning.

"You mean you want the Elder Council and School Masters to consume the Goddess’ Tear and regain their youth?"

Rod nodded.

Horus, with uncertainty in his eyes, asked, "Does the Goddess’ Tear work? Can it be used this way?"

Rod nodded affirmatively, "Rest assured, I’ve used it before. The previously debilitated First Elder Amendo sprang back to life on the spot."

Horus scolded, "Rod, mind your wording, what do you mean by ’sprang back’?"

"I mean he continuously used his characteristic ability to attack, non-stop, standing firm."

Horus was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Can I use it?"

The Goddess’ Tear is Rod’s soul creation; all usage instructions were up to him, effectively the official manual.

Rod coughed, "Your soul doesn’t have much filth; it’s in a very good state. The Goddess’ Tear might not be useful."

Horus looked slightly disappointed but also a bit excited.

"Rod, what do you plan to do?"

Rod said, "I want to temporarily return to the Fire Hall, organize the Elder Council and School Masters to rejoin battles. Meanwhile, I hope to obtain certain authorities to facilitate command and mobilization."

Authority to command the Elder Council—this was no ordinary authority, even the King never had it.

"Alright, I’ll notify the King and Dalin."

Horus decisively agreed, then turned around, picking up the Spiritual Energy Communication Crystal on the table, which was a real-time link to the Royal City.

"Go, I’ll wait for your good news."

Rod leapt out the door, heading for the passage of the dead.

As he watched Rod’s distant figure, Horus thought silently in his heart.

No matter what, trust him this time.

Perhaps a miracle really might happen.

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