The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 130 - 95: A Painful Shot_2

Chapter 130: Chapter 95: A Painful Shot_2

Rod immediately took out the long-stored Flower of Humanity from the Storage and placed it on the Stone Platform.

The "Undying Spirit" lit up.

With a gentle touch, the Stone Platform was enveloped in intense Spiritual Light, tools flying in and out, busily engaged in the task at hand.

After about a clock hour, Rod had refilled the candle on the Stone Platform with Fuel Element six times before the "Undying Spirit" was finally crafted.

It was an orb that seemed formed from the embrace of countless souls, each soul bearing a face of intense pain, making the whole sphere look exceedingly eerie and terrifying.

But Rod did not mind.

Crush it, and you get thirty seconds of invincibility.

This was the confidence that enabled Rod to dare to take on this mission.

Although he had considered saving it for the next invasion, after careful weighing, he decided to take the risk.

The benefits to be gained from eradicating the Doomsday believers would be immense, greatly benefiting his future development.

Filled with confidence, Rod set out following Lauren.

They came to the Iron Ingot district, the second-largest district in the Outer City District, closest to the towering walls of Los.

This was the first time Rod had seen the outer walls of Royal City.

Made of cyan-huge stones, they rose straight from the ground, piercing into the dense Black Fog above as if a massive barrier between heaven and earth, their full height obscured.

Long staircases wound up the walls, with bronze lamps stretching upwards along the paths, disappearing like a dragon into the fog, and the massive City Gates were forged from pure steel, their deep passageways revealing the astonishing thickness of the walls.

In comparison, the walls of the Inner City District seemed like child’s play, tiny and insignificant.

However, due to its distance from the Holy Fire and proximity to the city outskirts, the Iron Ingot district has always been the most dangerous district, also the one with the most refugees, undocumented residents, and the highest population.

If there were any other choice, no one would opt to live here.

But life within the towering walls was always better than life beyond them, this was probably their sole consolation.

For this reason, the Iron Ingot district was where Doomsday believers were most active, frequently engaging in various illegal activities, expanding their following, and disrupting order.

The Administration Hall and Defense Department of this district were under tremendous pressure, and it was the only place where trainees were not assigned patrol tasks.

Lauren’s plan was for Rod to support the district as a special trainee and become a temporary Guardian for the Iron Ingot district’s Defense Department.

To prevent any leaks, everything from the transfer orders to the letters was authentic, except for the personnel involved in the execution of the case, only the Judgment Chief Lucian was aware of the true situation.

Lauren disguised himself as a black-market trader shrouded in a black robe, which was also a distinguishing feature of the Iron Ingot district—

Black market dealings.

Such illegal merchants were most prevalent here, and couldn’t be completely prohibited.

To prevent these trades from proliferating within Royal City, the Internal Affairs Court had not overly restricted them, making Lauren’s attire a common sight in this area.

Lauren handed a whistle and two signal flares to him, saying, "We have a total of twelve people undercover here, all Seventh Level Combatants, which is the highest Combat Level allowed within Royal City. Anyone stronger than that would be seen by the ’Eye of the Soul’ on the White Tower, so you need not worry about encountering an enemy you can’t handle."

"If you’re attacked, immediately use the signal flare or blow the whistle, and make sure to activate your Spiritual Defense; we will arrive in time."

Rod nodded, pocketing the whistle and signal flares.

Lauren turned and disappeared into the Black Fog.

In this district, the thin Black Fog was no longer above but had permeated the streets and alleys.

Thus, a Spirit Lamp was absolutely essential, or else the Black Fog would erode a person’s Soul, corroding the warmth of Life until they lost their sanity and turned into cold, heartless monsters.

Rod, with a Spirit Lamp hanging at his waist and a Red Tear Stone that could ward off corrosion cradled in his arms, walked alone toward the Defense Department in the iron ingot district.

Visibility in the district was very low—all buildings were mere silhouettes, with only the lights outside the houses being clearly visible.

It was hard for Rod to imagine what it would be like to live here for an extended period, even the Defense Department in the iron ingot district looked like a haunted house.

Here, Rod took over his duties and officially became the temporary Guardian.

The Captain of the Defense Department in the iron ingot district, Gars, was extremely grateful for his arrival. The burly man nearly broke into tears the moment he saw Rod; he had been overwhelmed by the heavy defense duties, with the Administration Hall sending numerous tasks and urgent calls for help every day.

With a severe shortage of manpower, the Defense Department could only choose to handle the most critical matters, with the Guardian Captains and Defenders running back and forth through the district all year round to deal with various dangers and threats.

Yet, every day, residents still perished due to monster attacks, the corrosion of the Black Fog, or the murders committed by Doomsday believers.

As a man who had etched the protection of residents into his life, Gars was in extreme anxiety every day, sending pleas for help to the Military War Department and the Royal City Governance Hall almost daily, but they all sank without a trace.

He hadn’t expected that there would actually be a response this time.

Although Rod was very young, his status as a special student was enough to dispel most doubts, and with his impressive record, especially his feat of single-handedly killing 39 Doomsday believers and destroying a major stronghold, all skepticism vanished.

"It’s all up to you now, Mister Rod!"

Gars, with tears in his eyes, said as he handed over a large stack of defense reports to Rod.

"These are all matters of life and death, and the Defense Department has run out of people. Mister Geman has gone to the east street, and Morin’s squad has gone to support Blacksmith Square. I must stay here, so I can only ask you to attend to these first."

"All of your needs, I will arrange for staff to see to them, and all logistics and supplies, please don’t worry about them."

Rod didn’t quite understand the duties and procedures of a Guardian, but he did understand the hunt for monsters. This arrangement suited him well, and so he took the reports.

"Alright, leave it to me, please rest assured."

Gars and dozens of workers bowed to him at the same time, saying, "We’re in your hands, Mister Rod."

Rod didn’t delay and turned to leave the Defense Department.

What he had to do was actually quite simple: to act with high visibility and spread the word of the new Guardian quickly so that the people of the iron ingot district would know they had a new protector.

Rod also didn’t need to worry about running into any trouble he couldn’t handle. With twelve Combatants of the Seventh Level present, he need not fear any trouble.

Lauren’s plan was very thorough.

However, in Rod’s mind, things were not going to be that straightforward.

The defense reports marked the locations and general threats, most of which involved residents being attacked and ringing the Summoning Bell for the Guardian.

But with a total population of one hundred and ten thousand in the iron ingot district, not including the destitute and unregistered residents, there were four to five calls for help from the Summoning Bell nearly every clock hour.

With only two Guardian Captains and twenty Combatants in total in the Defense Department of the iron ingot district, it was impossible to handle everything.

Because the tasks were too demanding and Spiritual Energy consumption too high, they could only take turns on duty.

It was for this reason that Doomsday believers frequently operated in this area—they simply couldn’t cope with everything.

Hmph.

But with my arrival, things will be different.

An odd light flickered in Rod’s eyes.

The Eye of the Soul had already spotted its prey, which had extinguished a family’s Spirit Lamp and was now wrecking a shaky little house.

And in his arms, he carried two hundred True Silver Bullets.

Today, let me have a proper