The Last King of Darkness

This process is much simpler than originally imagined.

After the messengers verified the report and reviewed Rhodes' achievements, they directly announced that he was promoted successfully.

The bishop of the Church of Heroes who lied to him with the "world malice theory" jumped out of the air, slapped him on the shoulder, gave him a spiritual light, and it was done.

The only thing that Rhode felt different was that the flame logo on his neckline became more vivid.

The bishop said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's you. From the moment I saw you, I felt that you had great potential. Sure enough, when you return from a mission, you will become an official staff member."

Rhodes couldn't believe it: "Is this done? I am now a third-level combatant?"

"right."

"A full member of the hall? No longer a reservist?"

"right."

"But I don't seem to feel anything..."

The bishop smiled gently: "Little Rhodes, the third-level combatants are the bottom of the high-level combatants, and they are the threshold of the strong. They can only be regarded as supplementary forces in our main battle sequence. Being a full member is a very common thing, although you are a rare genius, but the hall is huge and the world is bigger, you have to get used to this.”

Rhodes hesitated.

To tell the truth, he rarely felt the treatment that the world revolved around him. When he first entered the game, his talent was very poor, and his growth was not very fast.

This also caused him to rarely deal with those geniuses who were extremely dazzling from birth. It was only a few leaps in the middle that made his strength leap, and finally let him make these achievements and stand in the Palace of Fire.

The bishop seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "I can feel the pride in your heart, you have some kind of strong support, geniuses are like this, belief is the driving force that supports us to go on, but my Children, you have to remember that the real victory is not the number of monsters killed, but the fighting spirit in our hearts."

Bishop Dandan smiled and bowed slightly.

"May the human hero Trorian always guard your future path."

The flames spread over him, and he was like a paper man, and after being burned, he disappeared into the air.

All right.

Rhodes glanced at his hands.

Finally stepped into the realm of high-level combatants, official members of the hall... What's the difference?

A messenger answered his doubts, and he handed Rhodes a brand new robe and a badge of sword and flame with both hands.

"Lord Rhodes, this is your hall's shirt and badge. From now on, you are a member of the hall's outer hall. As an independent combat unit, you are qualified to apply for combat actively, undertake long-term tasks of the hall, or transfer your Bring your comrades into the hall, they will enjoy the treatment of your followers, your weekly salary is 10,000 silver cables, and 300 combat supplies."

Another messenger also handed him a badge and a tabard.

"This is your third-level fighter's uniform and badge. From now on, you have officially stepped into the ranks of high-level fighters. You are the starlight, the moonlight, a spark of fire in the sea of ​​sun and fire, for mankind Illuminate the confused road ahead and prop up the living space."

"Your basic weekly salary is 10,000 silver cords and 400 battle or training supplies."

Rhodes was a little confused: "How much is my weekly salary?"

The messenger took out a psionic crystal: "I'll check."

"Your current weekly salary totals 52,000 silver lines, 1,200 supplies of various items, and your total deposit is 23 million silver lines."

Wow, all of a sudden, I'm so rich?

Rhodes smiled happily and decided to find a good time to go to Wangcheng for a big purchase in the future.

Of course, before that, he first had to make a big purchase in the hall.

Rhodes has been waiting for a long time.

When he came to the material hall, Rhode saw the weapon he had long admired at a glance.

The trident of the deep-sea lurker.

It is dark blue, with water-stained patterns on the surface, extremely long shank, and a strange aura flashes on the halberd.

"I want this!" said Rhodes.

The messenger in the hall saw the flame symbol that seemed to be burning on the collar of Rhodes, as well as the many badges on his chest. He didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly trotted all the way, bowed and said, "Your Excellency, this is a relic-level item. Spiritual equipment can enhance the attack power of all long-range psionic missiles. The advantage is that it consumes less psychic energy and the enhancement rate is relatively high. The disadvantage is that the missile may be out of control and must be worn before use.

Rhodes nodded.

"Psionic missile" is a general term for a type of psychic condensate. Although the types are different and the power varies, the basic principle is the same. They all use the condensed psionic energy to create explosive damage to attack the enemy.

Star Shuttle is also one of them.

The trident can strengthen the power of the "psionic missile", which is suitable for Rhodes.

The messenger said respectfully: "Please note, Your Excellency, it is not a weapon, but a piece of equipment, and you need to carry it on your back at all times to function."

Rhode nodded: "I know."

"Okay, this is a relic-level equipment, second only to the unique level, it is worth fifteen hall badges."

"Give."

Rhode readily handed out fifteen badges.

The messenger's eyes were shocked, and he respectfully accepted the badge. After a simple test, he opened the sealing crystal and took out the trident of the deep-sea lurker.

"Please leave your soul imprint."

According to what he said, Rhode held the handle of the halberd, and when he thought about it, he left a mark that belonged to him alone. In the dark feeling, his spirit seemed to resonate with the trident, and a strange power enveloped his body. superior.

"Then, please use it carefully, and I wish you a long-lasting battle."

Rhodes did not reply, because at the moment of resonance, the book of knowledge in his mind suddenly spoke.

It sends a message over.

"What did you get?"

Rhodes was a little surprised and replied; "A piece of relic-level equipment, said to be from the ruins of Sigurds, restored by the Engineering Research Institute."

"I felt some mutilated source power on it, which used to be a source weapon."

"Original weapon?"

"It's weapons that have mastered the power of the source. They are usually extremely powerful and are the prototype of artifacts."

"Uh, so strong? Can it be repaired?"

"Well... I don't know, you need to find new dream fragments, the Thunder Forge may be able to repair it."

"Do you have any eyebrows?"

"We are tracking the traces, we are about to face a powerful enemy... Um, your psionic power has reached level nine?"

"right."

The Book of Knowledge seemed very happy.

"Very good, but not enough, you should quickly use the existing resources of mankind to become stronger, of course, since you can't reveal the existence of dreams, it's a little difficult, but for the wisdom of a great dream master , this should be a trivial matter."

Rhode frowned: "What do you want to do?"

The book of knowledge said: "I sensed that there are still many spiritual equipment in this hall. You brought them all. Your divinity is too little, and we are very lacking in power now."

"...I don't have that much power."

The Book of Knowledge wrote dissatisfiedly: "Take as much as you can!"

Rhode's face was full of sadness. He still had fifty-seven and a half badges left. Originally, he planned to exchange it for something else, but now it seems that it will not work.

He picked and chose for a long time, and exchanged three pieces of equipment.

oath armor.

Relic-level equipment, very sturdy, with strong defense, strong resistance to various pollutions, and an increase in psionic defense.

Executor's Gloves.

Rare equipment that can increase the speed at which psionic energy gathers at your fingertips.

Boots of Bone.

Rare equipment that can increase the user's speed.

—

Exactly used up all the remaining badges.

The warm hall badge was used up before half a day was left on the hand.

This is much more than the Moonlight Clan.

But after putting on the equipment, Rhodes suddenly felt a new look, and the original melancholy feeling disappeared all at once.

For the first time, he felt that he was extremely powerful, his blood was boiling in his chest, and his powerful psychic energy was rushing in his blood vessels, making him eager to rush to the battlefield and slaughter monsters immediately.

Of course, not yet, but there is also a special training ground in the hall.

It is at the bottom, very high-end, with various psionic defense fields and psionic instruments.

Rhode swayed a good sweat in it, and whether it was speed, strength, power, sustained ability, he rose to a higher level.

Especially the power of the star shuttle, the star shuttle that was fully charged in ten seconds shattered the psionic protection of the training ground, and the psionic generator was overloaded and burned.

Rhodes smiled happily.

After passing the ninth level of psionic power, his psionic power has been improved in all directions, and with the blessing of equipment, he is now different from before.

But the Book of Knowledge was disappointed.

"These equipments don't have much potential, just make do with it."

"Also, there are too few souls, not enough to repair the dream!"

The maintainers of the training ground were also very angry and fined Rhodes tens of thousands of silver cables.

"You guys, how many times have you said it, no one listens!"

Rhode laughed and took out a hundred thousand silver cables and slapped him on the face.

The defender immediately bowed, held the money in both hands, and said with a flattering smile, "Master, please use your strength!"

Just when Rhodes was sweating like rain, the upper floor of the hall.

Combat Command Room.

First Defense Chief Lin looked at the report in front of him with a solemn expression.

Although the crisis in the Trident River area was lifted, a large number of fighters returned to the front line, which greatly relieved the pressure everywhere.

But there is a problem that is more heartwarming than those in front of you—

Doomsday believers have a resurgence.

This is what Dalin has always found difficult to understand.

Every time they wipe out the Doomsday Cultists, they resurface.

This seems to have become a spiral, a reincarnation.

Just like now, the Doomsday Cultists have disappeared, and the little remnant left has not been wiped out, but in a flash, they became active again, not only infiltrating the front line of the expedition, but even hitting Alan.

what is this?

Dalin thought for a long time and finally decided.

This is because the great leader of the polluter sect has not been eliminated, the source of pollution has not disappeared, and the pollution will naturally continue.

Crazy develops when you look away, and when you look back, it becomes climate again.

That's right.

It must be so.

Dalin clenched his fists.

The defiler sect and their leader, Asa, must be completely wiped out!

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Empire.

Uptown.

The Castle of the House of Justice.

In the solemn and majestic main hall, the traces of the words "trial heresy" are still clearly visible under the four big golden characters "just verdict".

It's not that the master architect didn't want to remove these traces, but this is a castle built by ancient giants, using some kind of powerful psionic technique, which cannot be destroyed, and even the decoration is difficult to increase.

In the hall, the chief adjudicator Lucien, three grand adjudicators, and dozens of adjudicators sat together.

Guardian Churchell, First Commander Herman sat on the other side.

"...In short, that's the way it is. We hope to rule that the highest state of emergency will investigate this matter, and will further clean up the Doomsday sect hidden deep in the sewers, dig out Asa, the leader of the polluters, and destroy the Book of Destiny. "

Herman sat down and ended his speech.

The faces of many judges are not very good-looking.

During the war, the internal adjudication had been under great pressure, and the monitoring of logistics had consumed a great deal of their energy.

They believe that it is the relatively empty interior that makes the activities of the Doomsday believers show signs of resurgence. The turbulent environment is their favorite. Whenever this time, they will spread rumors of anxiety and fear everywhere, trying to transform more Doomsday. Cultists, and then use their evil means to gain power.

During this period, every adjudicator faces enormous pressure.

And in order to avoid the continuous blows of the Internal Affairs Judgment, the core members of the polluter sect have entered the deepest part of the sewers.

There are countless terrifying pollutions hidden there, as well as monsters that have undergone countless distortions in those pollutions.

It is very difficult to track down Doomsday believers in this environment.

And according to Herman and Churchell, the Doomsday Cultists have hit their worst fighters with their evil plans.

According to this standard, they have one more piece of the highest grade eucalyptus.

The chief adjudicator Laisha Lanyue said dissatisfiedly: "You said so much, and the core basis is the intuition of a reserve member?"

Herman said sternly: "He is not only a reservist in the palace, but also a hero of Trorian, the defender of Star Town, a pioneer, an alternate elder, and the captain of the King's Hand."

Churchell exclaimed: "What matters is the black rice bucket!"

Laisha Lanyue said coldly, "No matter what it is, it's just an ethereal intuition!"

A syllable floated out of Churchell's nose: "Old fat woman, do you look down on our intuition?"

Laisha was instantly furious, and if it wasn't for the ruling chief Lucien to stop her, she would have jumped over to beat the rude man who couldn't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth.

After a moment of silence, the other chief adjudicator, the black bear, asked, "Your Excellency Churcher, Your Excellency Herman, do you have any other evidence?"

Facing the old black bear, Churcher restrained his attitude a little, and said solemnly: "Your Excellency Black Bear, if you follow your latest substantial physical evidence, then I don't have it. My evidence is all inference, feeling, and intuition."

Grand Adjudicator Meepoel frowned and said, "Just relying on these perceptions, are you going to activate the premonition of the highest state of affairs?"

Churchill looked around, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"I am very aware of the reasons for your change, and I agree with the king's intention to build a home without terror and suppression, but you must know that the Doomsday sect will not leave such traces, and Rhodes will not just rely on an illusory illusion. Instead of using the most secure solution.”

"At that time, we were facing a crisis of life and death. Our success or failure was not only our own life, but also related to the safety of the entire Trident River region. Will he joke about this kind of thing?"

"Even if he's a selfish person~www.wuxiahere.com~would he be joking with his life?"

The chief judges were silent, only the chief judge, Lucien, nodded slightly.

"But."

A chief adjudicator raised another objection.

"Although he has accomplished incredible feats by some means, he is only a newcomer after all, and has not passed the precipitation and real test of time. We believe in Lord Meredith's intuition, Yin Yeta's intuition, and yours. Intuition, but his intuition... do you believe it, Lord Churchill."

"letter."

Churchell said briefly, picked up the sledgehammer, and stood up.

"Whether you believe it or not, I believe it."

In the deathly silence, the old adjudication chief Lucien also spoke.

"I believe it too."