the last king of darkness

Chapter 625 Apologist White King Suffolk

Along the way, everyone was very anxious.

Whether it's Weier and Lance of St. Rael, or everyone in Trorian, they all urgently need to get in touch with the central Holy See of the White Sect of St. Rael to find out what happened here.

500 thousand yards, if it is just a simple rush, it is not a very long distance for a strong like them.

About three hours later, they had already entered the range of Jiancheng.

There are obvious traces of the road on the ground, and at intervals, you can see a road sign in the shape of a sharp sword, pointing to the direction to Sword City.

"We're almost there!"

Lance said excitedly.

"Sword City is just ahead, as long as we enter the city, we have entered the boundary of the kingdom."

Everyone was full of excitement, only Rhodes was a little puzzled.

"Miss Weier, I remember you said that Jiancheng is the meeting point of sixty waterways?"

Weier said proudly; "Yes, one-third of the resources from outside St. Rael need to go through Jiancheng."

"But why didn't we meet a single convoy along the way?"

Confused expressions appeared on the faces of Will and Lance.

"Yeah, these waterways are usually very busy. Guardians, patrollers, transporters, you can meet them from time to time..."

"Could it be that the impact of the disaster is too large, and Jiancheng has entered a locked state, closing all waterways?"

It's quite possible.

When Trorian predicts that a disaster will occur in a certain area, that area will usually enter a closed state.

Everyone will retreat behind the city defense and stay behind closed doors, just like what they see now.

Rhodes relayed their words to the Trorians and got a positive reply.

Horus said: "This is a very good opportunity. Jiancheng is likely to be in a disaster. Our arrival can just help them resist the disaster. This will quickly bring our relationship closer."

Rhodes nodded slightly. This is also a very rare opportunity for him. If he can use it well, he can gain a lot of divinity.

However, the worries in his heart have not been completely eliminated.

"Val, Lance, is it possible that Sword City will fall like Hera Fortress?"

Weier said firmly: "Impossible! In the 300 years since the establishment of Jiancheng, it has been guarding the north of Saint-Rail, and it has never been lost!"

"Year 300?"

Val nodded heavily, her blonde hair fluttered with her movements, looking full of confidence.

"Yes, 300!"

Rhodes frowned slightly. St. Rael established the Sword City to guard the northern gate 300 years ago.

That is to say, they have never moved their territory since they expanded here in 300 years.

"Why not expand outward? There should be a lot of resources in the [-] waterways. Bringing them into the kingdom should lead to higher production efficiency, right?"

Weier's face became serious, and the light green eyes shone with pride:
"Your Excellency Rhodes, since the establishment of San Rael, we have never stopped expanding outwards. In such a dark era, we know very well that the result of shrinking is death. Only by expanding can we gain a chance of survival."

"And the north stopped expanding because of the establishment of Lightless City and Dawn Horizon."

Rhodes opened his eyes wide and his heart beat fast: "Lightless City? Dawn Horizon?"

"Yes, the lightless town guards the lightless sea, and the dawn horizon guards the abyss!"

"300 years ago, our great shepherd, Saran, spied the ultimate secret, the trace left by the ancient god who suddenly disappeared in the ancient era. After many years of searching and exploration, we finally, in the dark In the abyss under the sea, they found their final destination."

"In order to go deep into the lightless sea and abyss, the Holy See decided to build the lightless city and the horizon of dawn. All the power of the kingdom will be turned to the west, and all other directions will stop expansion and establish permanent fortresses and fortresses."

"Sword City was built under such circumstances. It used a lot of manpower and material resources, and used the latest spiritual skills. The super powerful spiritual energy solidified the city wall and built three layers, each of which is 500 yards high. 100 yards thick, the foundation is 200 yards deep underground, and the high-strength psionic energy is condensed in the corundum, which is impenetrable even if the gods come."

Lance went on to say: "Three flames of life with the highest intensity were ignited in Sword City. The strength of the fire field is second only to King City and Lightless City. The strongest Rama Psionic Crossbow we found in the ancient ruins , all placed in Jiancheng."

"The most powerful thing is the artifact from the ancient era, the soul weapon from one of the seven ancient gods, the Sword of the Sky."

"It is in Lord Suffolk's hands."

"He is one of the thirteen guardian white kings of the Holy See. He has the title of the strongest wind of destruction. Since he played the battle, the miracles he has created are as incalculable as the stars in the sky, and the monsters he killed are like sand on the ground. There are countless numbers, his psychic strength has already exceeded level 16, and he is the most hopeful king in the Holy See to take that step!"

Val said proudly: "I firmly believe that the Sword City guarded by Lord Suffolk will never fall."

Rhodes was excited and at ease again.

He could vaguely feel that St. Rael seemed to have grasped some secrets that they failed to grasp but were struggling to pursue.

The harvest of this trip to St. Rael is likely to exceed imagination.

However, now is not the time to delve into secrets.

From Will and Lance's mouth, Rhodes knew that Lord Suffolk, the guardian white king, seemed to be a legendary figure like Alan.

He is a powerful king-level powerhouse, holds a real artifact, and has such a strong defense, Jiancheng should not fall like Hera Fortress.

But from what they said, it seems that there are not many king-level combat powers in the Kingdom of St. Rael.

If all the guardian white kings are of the same level, wouldn't it mean that there are as many as 13 king-level fighters besides the Pope?
You know, in Trorian, apart from the king, there is only one recently.

Counting Alan, there are only one and a half at most. Alan's situation is special, and it is not easy to judge whether he has entered the king class.

It seems that St. Rael's development is much smoother than that of Trorian, and it is likely to become Trorian's strong support.

Rhodes thought.

If I can find a way to solve the disaster that even the king-level combat power can't solve, will I be able to gain a lot of divinity?
Thinking about it, Rhodes relayed their words to the Trorians.

Everyone gasped.

Although they roughly expected that St. Rael would be stronger than Trorian, they didn't expect it to be so much stronger.

Horus showed joy: "Great! They will definitely help us complete the expansion as quickly as possible and establish a defense model for the Eternal Sanctuary."

Pebella sighed: "Humans can really reach this level. We have experienced too many inflections, which seriously slowed down our growth."

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, but most of them were joy.

After all, having a strong ally is always cause for celebration.

Trorian in particular is in a stage of rapid development.

Having a strong thigh can increase their growth rate extremely quickly.

Only Professor Binns and Professor Barrett were more concerned about the history of St. Rael, and kept urging Rhodes to ask more.

Although it is said that taking history as a mirror can gain a lot, Rhodes is more concerned about the issue of divinity now.

He has already made a plan in his heart, as long as "Lord Suffolk" is strong enough, he will use all of his only 41 divinity points as [spiritual tide] to assist them.

The divinity obtained in this way may be even more.

Unknowingly, the 500-yard road was quickly completed, and a wide avenue appeared on the ground, and neat stone slabs were inlaid on the wasteland, giving this primitive area a trace of human existence.

The avenue is about a hundred yards wide, enough for at least twenty carriages to run side by side. Icons of Jiancheng and emblems of the Baijiao stand everywhere on both sides.

The breath of human beings rushed over.

Val shouted excitedly: "We're here!"

Everyone stepped up their pace, and after bypassing a big mountain, the northern important town of St. Rael finally came into view.

It was an incomparably huge city, with huge walls and countless towers, and a magnificent momentum rushed towards us.

However, these creations condensed with human efforts are all shrouded in the tumbling black mist. In the entire giant city, there is no trace of fire. Looming like a shadow, desolate hissing and roaring came faintly from afar.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, as if petrified.

A few seconds later, Weier wailed: "Impossible, Jiancheng, how could Jiancheng fall?"

Lance held his head, as if it was about to split open: "No, no, no, how could the fire of our life be extinguished? What about Lord Suffolk? What about the Sword of the Sky? What monster can capture Sword City? "

Rhodes was the one who calmed down the fastest, because the eyes of the soul could see into the city.

For the first time, he saw a monster whose psionic waveform was like a broken line.

That terrifying psionic energy, which he had only seen in his life, distorted the curve of the surrounding space like a mass of black sun.

Whether there is a strong source in this dark soul, he is too far away to confirm.

Even if there wasn't one, it wasn't a king-level monster, and it wasn't something they could easily kill.

What's more, there is not only one such monster, the whole Jiancheng has become a haunted area where monsters roam.

"Hurry back!"

Rhodes said hastily.

"This is not a place to stay forever."

Horus and Liszt also came to their senses immediately: "Get out of here!"

Rhodes dragged Lance and Val who were still in place, and quickly retreated with the crowd.

They didn't stop until they ran a long enough distance.

The silence oppressed everyone's eardrums.

In the faint firelight, everyone was silent and did not speak for a while.

Soon, everyone's eyes were on Will and Lance.

And they still couldn't accept the fact that the northern gate of San Rael had fallen.

"This is impossible, this is impossible...why? Where did Lord Suffolk go? I don't believe that Lord Suffolk cannot fail!"

"North, what about the north... So many people, so many strongholds, Lord Suffolk... That's right!"

Wei Er suddenly clapped her hands, and the light green eyes shone with brilliance.

"Lord Suffolk's soul is special. He is the guardian white king of the Northland, guarding the entire area. In order to allow people to find him at any time, he separated some substances from his soul and made them into spirits. Guided by him, these soul-creatures always point to where he is."

She quickly rummaged through her package and quickly took out a delicate white compass.

There is a relief of a mighty man printed on the compass. He is tall and burly, with long gray hair and a white cloak. He has three long swords standing upright on his chest and a strangely shaped giant sword on his upper right. , write a line of text below.

【Brave and the belief of victory often make the battle end more quickly】

On the relief, a white pointer is pointing in the direction of due south.

The faces of Will and Lance suddenly burst into brilliance.

"The compass guided by the spirit is effective. Lord Suffolk is still alive, and he is just south, inside the kingdom!"

"Maybe they retreated and gave up here!"

"That's right, it must be like this! His Holiness the Pope may have foreseen some kind of disaster! He issued an order in advance!"

"All the problems we've had before may have been caused by this."

Val turned her head and said in a pleading voice: "Your Excellency Rhodes, let's go to Lord Suffolk! Once we find him, everything will be clear."

Rhodes nodded, and told Horus and others all the situation.

Unexpectedly, almost everyone agreed to find Suffolk, the apostolic white king of St. Rael.

Horus said: "This should be the fastest way to find out."

Qingyu looked dignified, and the series of anomalies she encountered when she came to St. Rael made her a little cautious:

"If you don't find it, go directly to the royal city of Saint Rael."

Rhodes nodded, this is the best choice.

Although everyone didn't say it clearly, it seems that St. Rael is likely to be the same as when Trorian encountered the Kuroshio more than a year ago.

At this time, St. Rael must be in desperate need of combat power.

Their arrival will definitely greatly help Saint Rael King City.

So, the team set off again.

They bypassed Jiancheng far away and entered St. Rael from another direction.

Along the way, they encountered several human strongholds in succession. Without exception, they were all filled with black mist and no fire.

Everyone had already guessed this point in their hearts, the core stronghold fell, and the subordinates could not survive, so they didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't even go to investigate, and followed the direction guided by the spirit.

Not long after, Rhodes finally saw a lighthouse.

It was finally not filled with black mist. Although the light in the lighthouse was faint, it was indeed shining.

At this time, the guide of the spirit suddenly trembled violently.

Val was stunned, and then revealed a radiance of joy: "Master Suffolk is here!"

Lance shouted: "Stone Mountain Lighthouse! Lord Suffolk must be in the Stone Mountain Lighthouse!"

In ecstasy, Val and Lance ran to the lighthouse and directly opened the door.

"Lord Suffolk!"

Rhodes followed closely behind, and saw a tall figure exactly like the relief at a glance.

He raised his right hand high, a human being was pierced on the weird giant sword, and blood dripped from the edge of the sword.

The body was still shaking, obviously just killed.

Hearing the voice behind, he turned his head, revealing his rotting face, blackened eyeballs, and condensed black mist surging over his body.

Snapped!
With a flick of his left hand, the faint fire in the fireplace of the lighthouse was instantly extinguished.

(End of this chapter)