the last king of darkness

Chapter 183

"Theodore..."

Rhodes woke up suddenly, forced his instinct to change his words.

"The conjuration guard of..."

He suddenly discovered a problem - he didn't pretend to be, he appeared directly in his own face.

Although they don't know who he is yet, they will find out when they go back.

At that time, how did he explain it?

So many strange functions can't be accommodated in a black rice bucket, right?The characteristics of the conjuration nature are too obvious to be confused.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Rods? Aren't you Rhodes? That black idiot?"

Grass!
Mallister turned around abruptly: "Short-headed stick, do you know him?"

The short-headed stick shouted: "I know! I know! He is famous in our neighborhood! Our sewers are all connected by him! He is a special student of Kingworth, and he is a freshman this year!"

An adjutant said in surprise: "New students? How could a new student be a bodyguard of spells? Only the top holders of magic talents can become Lord Theodore's bodyguards, and the youngest among them is 40 years old..."

Before Rhodes could figure out how to explain, Mallister suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand.

"Little ancestor, did Your Excellency Theodore give you his Ripple?"

"What are the ripples... Yes, I have accepted the last ripples from His Excellency Theodore."

"Bah! What is the last ripple? His Excellency Theodore will live a long life and will never die. Little ancestor, please use his power well! Every time His Excellency Theodore separates his soul, he will suffer great damage ..."

The short-headed stick shouted: "He is not a spellcaster at all! He is a spark sequence. The first kindling is a black rice bucket, the second is grass, and the third is instant shot. His psionic power is only 2 ticks!"

Mallister frowned and said, "Can you use such a high level of spells with such low psychic power? Why did Your Excellency Theodore choose someone other than a spellcaster? Also, do you know how to use spells? Do you want to use them?" I'll teach you..."

Rhodes returned the dominance to instinct, and immediately became gentle.

"Thank you for your concern, Meli. I have the saint's robe and the crystallized staff. The psychic power of 9 ticks is enough for me to use for a while. I don't think I need you to teach me how to use spells."

Rhodes paused, and continued:

"The extremely effective Dragon Tooth Barrier lasts for seven hours. You need to use this time to restore all fighters to their best condition. After the spell disappears, you need to hold on to the wall and use long-range attacks to consume monsters..."

"madness!"

Mallister interrupted him irritably: "The warrior must get out of the fortress, without the psychic generator, the monster will destroy the stronghold and extinguish the guardian fire..."

Rhodes smiled and said, "The psionic generator has been repaired."

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did you fix it?"

"just."

Mallister choked, and immediately sent a logistics officer down to check.

Rhodes said goodbye to him: "Goodbye, Melly, remember to restrain your anger, it will make you lose your calm judgment, and make your soul fall into darkness faster."

"...What? Didn't you come here to save us?"

Rhodes smiled and said, "No, I'm here to save everyone."

[Wind Art] was activated, and his figure flew up.

Mallister yelled, "Where are you going?"

"crematorium."

boom!
Rhodes broke through the air, and with a flash of blue light, he had already passed through the dragon's tooth barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the sky.

Only the dull Mallister remained.

In a daze, he seemed to see the chief dean who was a hundred years younger.

-

Rhodes had a strange feeling that he seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious realm in the dark, and strange blood was surging in his body. Although he had always been young, he still had a feeling of returning to his youth.

The wind howled in his ears, and the black mist split in front of his eyes like waves and waves. He clearly felt that he was Rhodes, but it seemed that he had a thick history.

The spiritual energy boiled in the body and surged in the soul without the slightest obstacle. It seemed that he hadn't felt such a light and fast feeling for many years.

Although there are very few left.

An eighth-level spell and a ninth-level spell consumed more than half of his spiritual energy.

And without these two relic-level items, he wouldn't even be able to use half of the spells.

Rhodes can feel that they contain extremely powerful power, and only a little psionic energy can be used to lever dozens of times and release powerful and magical spells.

In his induction, every spell is a strange "trajectory", and spiritual energy has formed such a strange power in a special situation.

And the "trajectories" he draws have an indescribable sense of beauty, a dreamlike artistic sense, as if that is the truth of the universe, and it is the most perfect shape in theory, and there is nothing extra Every stroke is a mistake.

The perfect "trajectory" brings the strongest effect and the lowest consumption, and it also has a pleasing sense of sacredness.

With every gesture, the world seems to be in your hands, and the truth is at your fingertips.

Hahaha.

Just let me punish this world!

Suddenly, Rhodes saw a flame in the distance, his figure accelerated, and he rushed into the light in the blink of an eye.

This is a brutal battlefield.

Countless soldiers are fighting bloody battles, surrounded by collapsed city walls, and the ground is full of broken walls and rubble. A fireman is steadfastly guarding the guardian fire in the ruins. His legs are broken, and he holds a knife in both hands. The section was bloody and bloody, and there were long sticky bloodstains on the ground, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he was still moving quickly, fighting against the oncoming monster.

The monsters are corrupted snake people, who are good at attacking enemies with long bone spurs and venom. There are so many of them that they can't be seen at a glance.

Rhodes raised his staff, and the spirit could draw a perfect trajectory.

【Purification Flame】

Like a river of stars falling to the ground, like thousands of fires flying away, brilliant sparks fall down like overwhelming heaven and earth.

As long as the snake people get a little bit of it, the flame will burn through their bodies like a gangrene, turning them into ashes.

In an instant, the eyes were full of burning torches.

The captain shouted: "Aid, help is coming! Kill, kill quickly!"

There were choking and crying in the voice of ecstasy, but the soldiers were as imposing as a rainbow, and the sound of killing instantly resounded across the battlefield.

The fire guardian said happily: "Is it the magic guard? Is Lord Theodore all right?"

"Yes, he's fine."

When the firekeeper wanted to ask again, Rhodes had disappeared.

The castle that had been destroyed was restored as if time went back, and countless broken stone and pillars went up against the sky, returning to the position they had returned to.

In the blink of an eye, the castle has been restored to its original state.

【The spell returns】

Ninth-level incantation, the master who mastered this incantation is not only a treasure, but also the father of each legion.

It is one of the four strategic-level spells, and it will not be used for leisure. In addition to consuming too much spiritual energy, it will also reduce the stability of the user's soul and increase the possibility of loss of control.

The fire guardian never thought that a third-level stronghold could enjoy such a spell.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings, and two lines of tears mixed with blood flowed down.

"thanks, thanks……"

He was sobbing.

"May the fire bless you, His Excellency Theodore is still alive, and the guards of the spell are not dead... More spells like this, our soldiers will not die so many..."

-

The last sliver of spiritual energy was exhausted, and Rhodes decisively used [Awakening]. Powerful spiritual energy poured from the void, and the dry soul quickly filled up, and the spiritual energy of 9 ticks was also directly restored to full.

[Wake up] Too strong.

It's a pity that its normal recovery effect can no longer keep up with his spiritual growth.

The power of [Awakening] also comes at a price, the more one recovers, the more psionic energy will be returned in the future, and the stronger the sequelae of [Awakening].

But now, he is the king of the world.

Rhode saw another precarious fire, countless black shadows swaying in the light, and the flame was like a candle in the wind, faltering to extinguish.

With a flash of light at the fingertips, the figure instantly pierced through the air.

-

The old city of Baira.

Second-in-command Tyrion was walking back and forth anxiously in the combat command room.

Even with the support of the secret branch, the battle situation is extremely unfavorable, all strongholds are in crisis, and even the old city of Baila is not out of danger of destruction.

The subordinates have asked more than once to abandon all strongholds, take back all strength, and stick to the old city of Baila.

Tyrion also refused more than once. In that case, the old city of Barra would become an isolated city, and its function as a stronghold in the war zone would be completely lost.

However, this is better than breaking the city, at least the core stronghold is still in hand.

The destruction of Laisuo City is a disaster.

But Tyrion's heart was shaken more than once, especially when he received countless bad news.

However, he denied it at the last moment.

As a second-level commander, he knew very well that if he did this, the entire Ironclad Fortress battle zone would be completely disabled, and the Kuroshio would go straight through the outer and middle layers, and hit the inner layer directly.

The inner layer of the defense circle is very fragile. It already belongs to the defense zone, and it does not have a high degree of armed force like a war zone.

The Supreme War Department has sent an order requiring them to maintain the functions of the old city of Baila for at least ten days.

After ten days, the inner layer can complete the reinforcement and deployment of defenses.

Of course, if Tyrion judges that the old city is on the verge of destruction, he can implement the final choice and turn the old city of Baira into an isolated city.

But in this way, the inner layer that has not completed the preparation will inevitably suffer huge losses.

If the inner layer is breached, the safe zone will be threatened.

He couldn't imagine how many people Trorian would die by then.

Choice is the commander's biggest problem.

How Tyrion wished he had infinite wisdom to make every right choice.

But this is not possible.

His tall figure circled in front of the sand table like a sick baboon, and the only hair on his head was blowing with the wind.

Countless possibilities collided in his bright head, how he hoped that there would be a miracle, so that he could receive one or two good news.

Only in this way can he be able to mobilize and find that glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

"Lord Commander!"

At this moment, a messenger rushed in and shouted wildly.

"A big event has happened! The front-line Iron Sword Fortress sent back a message saying that they..."

Tyrion let out a long sigh, his whole body darkened, and his shiny forehead lost its luster: "Send the order, abandon all outlying strongholds, and return to the old city of Baira with all the staff."

The orderly choked up: "...Commander, I mean, the Iron Sword Fortress has been held. The third-level commander Mallister said that they are repairing now, and they will be able to withstand the southwestern fortress in seven hours." All monsters."

Tyrion sighed: "It's not his fault, I really can't help..."

The messenger couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to grab the hair on the commander's head.

Tyrion woke up instantly, and squeezed his arm: "What do you want to do to my wisdom hair?"

The orderly repeated his words aloud.

But Tyrion didn't show any joy, his eyes were full of suspicion.

"Why are they trimming? Why are they capable after seven hours?"

The orderly replied: "It is said that a magic guard supported them, and he used the dragon's tooth barrier to protect the fortress."

"what?"

Tyrion almost jumped up.

"Dragontooth Barrier? Is this magic guard a stupid pig? How can a strategic spell be used like this? He should report to me first, and let me decide how to use it! I have a million ways to get better results , Shit! I'm going to court-martial against him!"

The orderly asked, "Commander, what should we do now?"

For a moment a storm blew up in Tyrion's mind. This was the only good news, and he found a glimmer of hope.

And the best commander is the one who can seize that glimmer of hope, expand it, and win in the end.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

Tyrion began to chant a spell, and countless thoughts and possibilities collided in his mind. He wanted to find the best way to save this decadent situation.

Just then, another messenger rushed in.

"Leader Xilin leads the personnel of Fortress No. [-] back safely!"

"Okay!" Tyrion yelled, and threw himself in front of the sand table, his big nose almost stuck in the sand. "The turning point has finally come! It's time to show my incomparable wisdom!"

The commander's adjutant asked, "How did Shireen come back so quickly? I remember that there were many monster clusters near Fort Three."

The messenger replied: "She said that a rogue magic guard helped them. Although he saved many lives, she will still report him to the Disciplinary Committee. She must give her a fair explanation, and she will get it back." .”

"What are you talking about?" The adjutant was confused, "Please explain the matter in detail."

The orderly quickly began to speak, and the adjutant frowned more and more as he listened.

"Big Sunshine? A tenth-level spell? Is it His Excellency Theodore's soul ripple? Is this magic guard a pig? His Excellency Theodore will kill him if he uses the Great Sunshine like this!"

Tyrion even stamped his feet and beat his chest: "Where is this fool? What a waste!"

However, the adjutant felt that something was wrong: "What's the situation with Your Excellency Theodore now? Didn't he disappear after the destruction of Laisuo City? The search team of the Investigation Legion went to six rounds but failed to find their traces. It was tragic, but the guard knights and His Excellency Theodore himself disappeared."

Tyrion frowned too.

"Even if Master Theodore is not injured, his spiritual energy should be greatly damaged. How can he separate the soul ripple? He ordered his personal guards to support us, so where is he himself? Is there any news about him in the Iron Armor Fortress?"

The messenger shook his head: "No, Lord Alan has restored the defense of the fortress and is trying his best to recover the stronghold."

This is the only good news in the entire theater, and it is also the reason why they have supported until now.

However, the battle situation is still precarious, and the iron-clad fortress is still in an isolated state. It has not restored its peripheral strongholds, and cannot perform its due functions.

And the destruction of Laisuo City brought even more bad effects.

If the old city of Baira falls again, Wangcheng can only move the defense center on the western front back, and the losses it will cause are immeasurable.

That's why Tyrion felt the weight of the mountain.

But now, the situation has taken a turn for the better.

It is very important to defend the Iron Sword Fortress. It is a perfect barrier, blocking the southwest side of the old city, and can take care of dozens of strongholds behind.

And the No. [-] fortress kept his vitality, allowing him to have more mobilized strength.

"There is still a chance!"

Tyrion's eyes shone brightly.

"I want to use my supreme wisdom to play this game of chess."

Just then, another messenger rushed in.

"Commander! There's news from Feilong Castle, they cleared out the swarm of snake people and defended the castle!"

"What?" Tyrion couldn't believe his ears. "What is it? Tell me in detail."

After listening to the messenger's words, Tyrion was confused for the first time: "Why are they all guards of magic spells?"

But soon, more news came back.

"Commander, the corner lighthouse is guarded!"

"Commander, Jeddah Fort has been restored!"

"Commander, Kulen Tower has won a big victory!"

"commander……"

"commander……"

With the good news one after another, all the dark spots on the sand table emitted light, leaving only the old city of Baila itself still in danger.

The entire combat command room was silent, except for the sound of the adjutant operating the sand table.

Snapped!
Tyrion slapped the lieutenant across the face.

"No, it doesn't hurt, this is a dream, I must be too tired..."

The adjutant slapped back angrily: "Does it hurt?"

Tyrion's eyes snapped open.

"This is real?"

"Where are there so many magic guards?"

"They all hold Ripple?"

The adjutant frowned and said, "Is there a possibility? They are the same person?"

"This this……"

Tyrion's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

Lord Theodore is the son of miracles of the previous generation. He has created countless miracles. No one dares to say that he cannot do these things with a soul ripple.

"Special!"

Tyrion suddenly cursed: "This prodigal son is using spells indiscriminately. If he comes, I must reprimand him face to face! Teach him how to use these strategic spells..."

"Commander!" A messenger rushed in: "A man who claims to be the bodyguard of the spell is here! He is in the hall and wants to see you!"

Tyrion ran out at once, followed by the crowd.

Soon, they came to the hall and saw the young magic guard at a glance.

Tyrion rushed forward in one step and bowed to the ground with a 360-degree bow.

"Master Qinwei, you are simply our savior..."

(End of this chapter)