The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 838 - 459: The Battle of Starry Sky City

Tesrivian Calendar, 1326, First Month

The first day of the Bright Festival.

Royal City.

The black mist was unseen, the world bright, with clear skies stretching endlessly.

The golden sun rose from afar, scattering beams of light across the sky.

The streets were crowded with cheering people, the bells of the Fire Church resounded throughout the city, and the golden Holy Fire rose from the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground like a radiant tree of fire, scattering countless sparks and bathing the entire Royal City in this resplendent dreamlike scene.

The remnants of the fire people embraced under the Holy Fire, celebrating with laughter and tears the remnants of this sacred flame.

And their King, at this moment, stood at the highest point of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, gazing into the distance.

No moment offered a better view than now, the oppressive black mist retreated to the far distance, and the world became so vast and clear, as if transformed into a new world.

The boiling Royal City lay beneath his feet, the crown and cloak of fire burned fiercely upon him, never had he felt his mission to be so significant as this moment.

"My warriors."

The King murmured, his blazing golden eyes looking towards the direction of Starry Sky City.

"I will do everything in my power to help you, you must win..."

——

The outermost defense line of Trolian.

At eleven critical strongholds, the Elders and Masters finally laid down their weapons, contentedly watching as the light of the fire dispelled the black mist.

Though they were too far from the Royal City to see the sky and sun, the black mist had become as thin and light as the morning fog, greatly suppressing the dark forces, and the eerie and grotesque monsters disappeared without a trace.

The Guardian Fire in the strongholds blazed fiercely, unleashing a roaring force of fire.

During the Bright Festival, the pressure of defense had become infinitely small, and monsters usually chose to hibernate at this time, with few wandering on the land except in the deepest black mist.

"Our mission is complete."

After more than ten days of fierce battles, First Elder Amendo’s eyes showed no fatigue, only a calm like the evening glow.

"The warriors can finally go home and rest."

A burly elder looked at his hands and sighed, "I can’t believe I can still go to battle and unleash this bit of residual heat, I could die without regret."

"Bah, old man, what are you talking about dying, we still have next time."

"Yeah, yeah, we have to try our damnedest to gather the Starlight Fragments, this feeling of weakness followed by arousal is amazing!"

"Young Rod has done a great service, if anyone says he’s not the brightest new star, I’ll break his three legs."

Laughter filled the stronghold, every warrior knew that a year of danger had finally passed, and they could return to the Royal City to rest for a few days, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the embrace of family.

Only the Elders knew that in the distant Star Ring Town, an exceptionally important final battle was about to begin.

Trolian had paid too much for this moment.

Besides the King and First Elder, no one knew what sacrifices they had made for it.

This was a battle that wagered the fate of Trolian and the future of humanity.

In this Dark Epoch when all things were in decline, whether humanity could rise against the trend depended on these seven days.

Amendo gazed towards Starry Sky City, silently praying in his heart.

"May the fire always protect us."

——

Far in the southeast of Trolian.

Beneath the still thick black mist, on a majestic fortress, by a faint firelight, stood four figures.

"Aran."

One of the burly figures spoke, his voice deep and resonant like rumbling thunder.

"Then, we leave this place to you to guard."

A similarly tall figure nodded lightly, "I understand, Jelaba."

He made no promises, but it was more reassuring than any promise could be.

The three figures turned simultaneously, disappearing into the black mist in the blink of an eye.

Only one solitary figure remained, with a weak firelight, standing atop the towering fortress, facing the boundless dark that dwarfed the fortress.

——

Star Ring Town.

The thickness of the black mist visibly decreased, allowing even the unawakened without Spiritual Vision to see several hundred yards away.

The once dilapidated town was now completely renewed.

Thanks to the efforts of professional production personnel from the Royal City, various facilities were gradually put in place: towers, warehouses, training grounds, medical centers, meditation rooms, rest areas, and defense structures were all established, and even the Guardian Fire Sacrificial Ground was built.

Star Ring Town did not have the Guardian Fire, only a few Residual Fires.

But the intense firelight still illuminated every corner of the town, driving the black mist to two thousand yards away.

Now, this front-line outpost truly resembled a forward base.

The top-tier combat forces from Trolian were now all gathered in the town hall at the center of Star Ring Town.

Everything was ready, and they were waiting for the command to attack Starry Sky City.

Everyone was extremely excited, restless Spiritual Energy coursing through their bodies, especially the Unawakened and Black Inheritors, who were striving to suppress their strength and control their anxious emotions.

All eyes were focused on a room deep within the hall.

Fire Son Luo Weiya, Archbishop Horus, Great Priest Megan, and nineteen Guardians were there, discussing the final deployment for the decisive battle.

Rod was naturally among them.

However, he knew they were not discussing how to fight, but waiting.

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