The Last Dark King

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Rhodes suddenly woke up and changed his words despite his instinct.

"The Conjuring Bodyguard of..."

He suddenly discovered a problem - he had no disguise and appeared directly as himself.

Although they don't know who he is now, they will figure it out when they go back.

How could he explain it at that time?

The black rice bucket can't accommodate so many strange functions, right? The characteristics of the magic nature are too obvious and cannot be deceived.

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

Grass!

Mallister turned around abruptly: "Stiletto, do you know him?"

The short-headed stick shouted: "I know! I know him! He is famous in our neighborhood! He is the one who connects our sewers! He is a special student of Jinworth and a freshman this year!"

An adjutant said in surprise: "New students? How can the new students be the bodyguards of the magic spell? Only the top holders of the magic spell become the personal bodyguards of Lord Theodore. The youngest among them is forty years old... "

Before Rhodes could think of how to explain, Mallister suddenly turned around and held his hand.

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

"What is the ripple... Yes, I have accepted the last ripple from Lord Theodore."

"Bah! What is the last ripple? Your Excellency Theodore will live a long life and will never die. Little Ancestor, please use his power well! Every time Your Excellency Theodore separates his soul, he will be greatly damaged. …”

The short-headed stick shouted: "He is not a conjurer at all! He is a spark sequence. The first fire is a black rice bucket, the second is grass, the third is instant shot, and his spiritual power is only 2,000 seconds!"

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

Rhodes returned the dominance to his instincts and immediately became gentle.

"Thank you for your concern, Merry. I have a saint's robe and a crystal staff. The spiritual power of 9000 is enough for me to use for a while. I think I don't need you to teach me how to use spells."

Rhodes paused and continued:

"The extremely effective Dragon Tooth Barrier can last for seven hours. You have to use this time to restore all the warriors to their best condition. After the spell disappears, you have to stick to the wall and use long-range attacks to consume the monsters..."

"madness!"

Mallister interrupted him angrily: "The warrior must leave the fortress. Without the psychic generator, the monster will destroy the stronghold and extinguish the guardian fire..."

Rhodes smiled and said: "The psychic generator has been repaired."

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

"just."

Mallister choked, and he immediately asked a support staff to go down and check.

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

"...What? Aren't you here specifically to save us?"

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

[Wind Technique] was activated and his body flew up.

Mallister shouted: "Where are you going?"

"The Crematorium of Monsters."

boom!

Rhodes broke through the air and passed through the Dragon Tooth Barrier with a flash of blue light.

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

Only the stunned Mallister was left.

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

Although he is not yet fifty years old.

——

Rhodes had a strange feeling. He seemed to have entered some mysterious realm, and strange blood surged in his body. Although he had always been young, he still felt like he was back in his youth.

The strong wind howled in his ears, and the black mist split before his eyes like waves. He clearly felt that he was Rhodes, but he seemed to have a thick history.

The spiritual energy boils in the body and rushes through the soul without any obstacles. It seems that such a light and fast feeling has not been felt for many years.

Although there is not much left.

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

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

Rhodes could feel that they contained extremely powerful power. With just a little bit of spiritual energy, he could pull dozens of times the lever and release powerful and magical spells.

In his induction, every spell is a strange "trajectory". The spiritual energy forms such a strange power in a special situation.

And the "trajectories" he drew have an indescribable sense of beauty, a dream-like sense of art, as if they were the truth of the universe and the most perfect shape in theory, without any extra detail. Every stroke of the pen is a mistake.

The perfect "trajectory" brings the strongest effect and the lowest consumption, and also has a pleasing and sacred feeling.

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

Hahaha.

Let me punish the world!

Suddenly, Rhodes saw a ball of fire in the distance, accelerated his body, and rushed into the light in the blink of an eye.

This is a tragic battlefield.

Countless warriors are fighting bloody battles, surrounded by collapsed city walls, and the ground is full of broken walls and rubble. A fire guardian clings to the guardian fire in the ruins. His legs are broken, and he holds a knife in both hands. The cross-section of the lake of flesh and blood dragged out long viscous traces of blood on the ground, but he seemed not to feel any pain and was still moving quickly, fighting the onrushing monster.

The monsters are Corrupted Snakemen, who are good at attacking enemies with long bone spurs and venom. There are so many of them that they are overwhelming and endless as far as the eye can see.

Rhodes raised his staff and drew a perfect trajectory with his spiritual energy.

【Purifying Flame】

Like a river of stars falling to the ground, like thousands of fires flying away, brilliant sparks falling overwhelmingly.

As long as a snake-man gets a trace of it, the flames will burn through their bodies like gangrene attached to their bones, until they are reduced to ashes.

In an instant, all eyes were filled with burning torches.

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

There were also choking and crying sounds in the ecstatic voices, but the soldiers were full of momentum, and the sound of killing instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.

The fire protector said happily: "Is it the Conjuration Guard? Is Lord Theodore okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine."

When the Fire Keeper wanted to ask again, Rhodes had disappeared.

The destroyed castle was restored as if going back in time, with countless broken stones and pillars rising up into the sky, returning to the position they once returned to.

In just the blink of an eye, the castle was restored to its original state.

[Spell to return]

The master who has mastered the ninth-level spell is more than a treasure, he is simply the father of each legion.

It is one of the four major strategic spells and should not be used casually. In addition to consuming too much spiritual energy, it will also reduce the stability of the user's soul and increase the possibility of losing control.

The fire protector never thought that a level three stronghold could actually enjoy such a spell.

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

"thanks, thanks……"

He broke down in tears.

"May the fire bless you, Your Excellency Theodore is still alive, and the conjuration guards are not dead... If we use more of this kind of conjuration, our soldiers will not die so much..."

——

The last trace of spiritual energy was exhausted, and Rhodes decisively used [Awakening]. Powerful spiritual energy poured in from the void, and the dry soul quickly filled up, and the spiritual energy at 9,000 seconds was directly restored to full.

[Awakening] It's too strong.

Unfortunately, its regular recovery effect could no longer keep up with his spiritual growth.

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

But now, he is the king of the world.

Rhodes saw another dangerous fire. Countless black shadows swayed in the light, and the flames were like candles in the wind, shaking and extinguished.

The fingertips flashed with light, and the figure instantly flew away from the sky.

——

The old town of Baira.

Tyrion, the second-level commander, was anxiously pacing back and forth in the combat room.

Even with the support of the secret branch, the war situation was extremely unfavorable. Every stronghold was in crisis, and even the old city of Baila was not free from the danger of destruction.

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

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

However, this is better than destroying 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 armored fortress theater would be disabled, and the black tide 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 is already a defense zone and does not have a high degree of armed force like a war zone.

The Supreme Military 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 of defense subordinates.

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

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

If the inner layer is breached, the safe zone is compromised.

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

Choice is the commander's biggest problem.

How Tyrion wishes he had infinite wisdom and could make every right decision.

But this is impossible.

His tall body was spinning in circles in front of the sand table like a sick baboon, and the only hair on his head was fluttering in the wind.

Countless possibilities collided in his shiny head. He hoped that a miracle would happen and he would receive one or two pieces of good news.

In this way, he has the ability to mobilize and find the glimmer of hope from a desperate situation.

"Lord Commander!"

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

"Something big happened! Frontline Iron Sword Fortress sent a message back saying that they..."

Tyrion let out a long sigh, his whole body turned gray, and his bright forehead lost its luster: "Give me the order to abandon all outer strongholds and return all personnel to defend the old city of Baila."

The messenger choked up: "...Commander, I mean, the Iron Sword Fortress is held. Third-level commander Mallister said that they are repairing it now and will be able to withstand the attack on the southwest side in seven hours. All monsters."

Tyrion sighed: "It's not his fault, I really have no way to support him..."

The ordering soldier couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to scratch the hair on the commander's head.

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

The orderly repeated his words loudly.

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

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

The messenger replied: "It is said that they were supported by a conjured personal guard. He used the Dragon Tooth Barrier to protect the fortress."

"What?"

Tyrion almost jumped.

"Dragon Tooth Barrier? Is this conjuration guard a stupid pig? How can a strategic level spell be used like this? He should report to me first and let me decide how to use it! I have ten thousand ways to get better results , shit! I’m going to court-martial him!”

The messenger asked: "Commander, what should we do now?"

A storm blew up in Tyrion's mind for a moment. This was the only good news, allowing him to find a glimmer of hope.

The best commanders are those who can seize that slim hope, expand it, and ultimately win.

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

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

At this moment, another messenger rushed in.

"Captain Shilin leads the personnel of Fortress No. 3 back safely!"

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

The commander's adjutant asked: "How did Shireen come back so quickly? I remember that there were many monster clusters near Fortress No. 3."

The messenger replied: "She said that a rogue conjuration guard helped them. Although he saved many people's lives, she will still go to the disciplinary committee to report him. She must be given a fair explanation and she wants to get his hands back." ”

"What are you talking about?" The adjutant was confused. "Please tell me the detailed process."

The messenger quickly began to explain, and the adjutant frowned more and more as he listened.

"Great Sunshine? Level 10 Conjuration? Is it Sir Theodore's soul ripple? Is this conjuration guard a pig? If he uses Great Sunshine like this, Sir Theodore will kill him!"

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

The adjutant felt 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 Survey Corps went for six rounds without finding any trace of them. The Conjuring Guards were killed and wounded. Tragically, the escort knights and Lord Theodore himself are missing."

Tyrion frowned too.

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

The messenger shook his head: "No, Lord Alan has restored the fortress defense and is working hard to regain the stronghold."

This is the only good news in the entire war zone, and it is also the reason why they have sustained themselves until now.

However, the war situation is still extremely dangerous, and the Iron Armored Fortress is still in the state of an isolated city. It has not restored its peripheral strongholds and cannot perform its due functions.

The destruction of Laisuo City had a great negative impact.

If the old city of Baila is lost again, the royal city will have no choice but to move the defense center on the western front back, and the damage it will cause is incalculable.

This is why Tyrion feels a mountain of weight.

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

It is really important to defend the Iron Sword Fortress. It is a perfect barrier that blocks the southwest side of the old city and can take care of dozens of strongholds in the rear.

The No. 3 fortress preserved his vitality, giving him more power to mobilize.

"There is still a chance!"

Tyrion's eyes shone brightly.

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

At this moment, another messenger rushed in.

"Commander! News came from Feilong Castle. They have cleared out the snake-men cluster and defended the castle!"

"What?" Tyrion couldn't believe his ears, "What exactly is the situation? Tell me in detail."

After hearing what the messenger said, Tyrion felt confused for the first time: "Why are they all conjured guards?"

But soon, more news came back.

"Commander, the Cape Light Lighthouse is being held!"

"Commander, Jeddah Fortress has been restored!"

"Commander, Kulon Tower has won a great victory!"

"commander……"

"commander……"

With the good news one after another, all the dark spots on the sand table began to shine, 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 hard.

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

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

Tyrion's eyes widened suddenly.

"This is real?"

"Where did so many conjuring guards come from?"

"They all have Ripples?"

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

"This this……"

Tyrion's mouth moved, but he still didn't speak.

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

"What the hell!"

Tyrion suddenly cursed angrily: "This prodigal son uses spells indiscriminately. If he comes, I will definitely reprimand him in person! Teach him how to use these strategic spells..."

"Commander!" A messenger rushed in: "A man who claims to be a conjuration guard is here! He is in the hall and wants to see you!"

Tyrion immediately ran out, followed by everyone.

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

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

"My lord, you are our savior..."