The Last King of Darkness Chapter 182

"Theodore..."

Rhode woke up suddenly, and forcibly changed his mind.

"...the cursed bodyguard."

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

Although they don't know who he is yet, they will understand when they go back and check.

At that time, how did he explain it?

The black rice bucket can't hold so many strange functions, right? The characteristics of incantation are too obvious to be fooled.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Rod? Aren't you Rod? That black rice bucket?"

Grass!

Melister turned his head shyly: "Broken-headed stick, do you know him?"

The short-headed stick shouted: "Know! I know! He is famous in our neighborhood! He runs our sewers! He is a special student of Jinworth, and this year's freshman!"

An adjutant exclaimed: "A new student? How can a new student be a conjuration guard? Only the top conjuration qualifiers become Lord Theodore's guard, and the youngest of them is forty years old..."

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

"Little ancestor, did Lord Theodore give you his ripples?"

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

"Bah! What is the last ripple, Lord Theodore lives for a hundred years and will never die, little ancestor, you give me good use of his power! Every time Lord Theodore separates his soul, he will be greatly damaged. …”

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

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

Rhodes returned the dominance to instinct and immediately became moderate.

"Thank you for your concern, Merry, I have a saint's robe and a crystal staff, and the psionic strength of 9 thousand ticks is enough for me to use it for a while. I think I probably don't need you to teach me how to use conjuration."

Rhodes paused for a while and continued:

"The extremely effective dragon tooth barrier can last for seven hours. You need 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 monsters..."

"madness!"

Melister interrupted him irritably: "The warrior must get out of the fortress. Without the psionic 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."

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

But Rhode 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? Didn't you come here specifically to save us?"

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

Blast Technique] activated, and his figure flew up.

Melister yelled, "Where are you going?"

"Monster's Crematorium."

boom!

Rhode broke through the air, and with a flash of blue light, he had passed through the Dragon Tooth Barrier.

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

Only the dull Merlist remained.

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

Although he is not yet fifty years old.

Rhodes has a strange feeling, he seems to have entered some mysterious realm, and strange blood rises in his body. Although he has always been young, he still has a feeling of returning to his youth.

The gust of wind whistled in his ears, and the black mist split in front of his eyes like split waves and waves. He clearly felt that he was Rhodes, but he seemed to have a heavy history.

Spiritual energy boils in the body, rushing in the soul without the slightest obstacle, such a light and fast feeling, as if it has not been felt for many years.

Although there are few left.

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

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

Rhodes could feel that they contained extremely strong power, and with just a little bit of spiritual energy, he could use dozens of times of levers to release powerful and magical spells.

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

And the "trajectories" he draws have an indescribable sense of beauty, a kind of dreamlike artistic sense, as if that is the truth of the universe, the most perfect shape in theory, and any extra cent Every stroke is a mistake.

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

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

Hahaha.

Let me punish the world!

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

This is a brutal battlefield.

Countless warriors are fighting in blood, surrounded by collapsed city walls, and the ground is full of broken walls and rubble. A fire guardian is guarding the fire of guardianship in the ruins. He has broken legs, holding knives and broken legs. The cross-section of the flesh-and-blood lake, dragging long sticky bloodstains on the ground, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and was still moving quickly, fighting against the advancing monsters.

The monsters are corrupted snake people, good at attacking the enemy with long bone spurs and venom.

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

Purifying Flame]

Like a river of stars falling to the ground, like a thousand fires flying away, and brilliant sparks falling down like a sky and covering the earth.

As long as the serpent people get a touch, the flames will burn through their bodies like gangrene, turning them to ashes.

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

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

There were also choking and crying sounds in the ecstatic voice, but the soldiers were imposing, and the sound of killing instantly resounded through the battlefield.

The Fire Keeper said happily, "Is it the Conjuration Guard? Is Lord Theodore all right?"

"Yes, he's fine."

When the fire guardian wanted to ask again, Rhodes had disappeared.

The destroyed castle was restored as if it were going back in time, and countless rubble and broken pillars went up against the sky and returned to the position they once returned to.

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

Return of the curse]

The ninth-level spell, the master who mastered this spell is not just a baby, but the father of each legion.

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

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

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

"thanks, thanks…"

He was sobbing.

"May the fire bless, Lord Theodore is still alive, and the conjuration guards are not dead... More such spells, our soldiers will not die so much..."

The last trace of spiritual energy was exhausted, and Rhode decisively used Awakening], the powerful spiritual energy poured from the void, the dry soul quickly filled up, and the 9 thousand quarters of spiritual energy was directly restored to full.

Awakening] Too strong.

It's a pity that its regular recovery effect can't keep up with his psychic growth.

And the power of Awakening also comes at a price. The more you recover, the more spiritual energy you will return in the future, and the stronger the sequelae of Awakening.

But now, he is the king of the world.

Rhode saw another dangerous fire, countless dark shadows swaying in the light, and the flame was like a candle in the wind, and it was about to go out.

The fingertips flashed, and the figure instantly disappeared.

The old city of Baila.

Second Commander Tyrion was moving anxiously back and forth 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 has not escaped the danger of destruction.

The subordinates have asked more than once to give up all their strongholds, take back all their power, and stick to the old city of Baila.

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

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

The destruction of Lai Suocheng 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 theater would be completely incapacitated, 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 Military Department has issued an order requiring them to maintain the functions of the old city of Baila for at least ten days.

Ten days later, the inner layer can complete the reinforcement of the defense subordinates.

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

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

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

At that time, Trorian could not imagine how many people would die.

Choice is the biggest problem for the commander.

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

But this is not possible.

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

Countless possibilities collided in his shining forehead, how much he hoped that a miracle would occur, allowing him to receive one or two good news.

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

"Lord Commander!"

Just then, a messenger rushed in and shouted wildly.

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

Tyrion let out a long sigh, his whole body darkened, and his bright forehead lost its luster: "Go on, give up all peripheral strongholds, and return to defend the old city of Baila."

The messenger choked: "...Commander, I mean, the Iron Sword Fortress has been held, and the third-level commander Melister said that they are now repairing, and in seven hours, they will be able to withstand everything on the southwest side. monster."

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

The messenger couldn't bear it any longer 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 hair of wisdom?"

The messenger repeated his words aloud.

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

"How could they be trimming? Why are they capable after seven hours?"

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

"what?"

Tyrion almost jumped.

"Dragon Fang Bulwark? Is this conjuration 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 10,000 ways to get better results. , shit! I'm going to court-martial against him!"

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

For a moment, a storm blew up in Tyrion's mind, and it was the only good news that gave him a glimmer of hope.

And the best commander is the one who can seize that faint hope, expand it, and finally win.

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

Tyrion began to chant, countless thoughts and possibilities collided in his thinking, and he wanted to find the best way to save this decadent situation.

Just then, another messenger rushed in.

"The head of the regiment, Shirin, leads the personnel of the No. 3 Fortress to return safely!"

"Okay!" Tyrion yelled, and threw himself in front of the sand table, his big nose was about to stick in the sand, "The turning point is finally here! It's time to show my unparalleled wisdom!"

The commander's adjutant asked, "How did Shirin come back so quickly? I remember there were a lot of monster swarms near Fort Three."

The messenger replied: "She said that a rogue conjuration guard helped them. Although he saved a lot of lives, she would still report him to the Ethics Committee. She had to give her a fair account. She wanted to get it back. ."

"What are you talking about?"

The messenger quickly began to speak, and the more the adjutant listened, the more his brows furrowed.

"Big Sunshine? Tenth-level conjuration? Is it Lord Theodore's soul ripple? Is this conjuration guard a pig? If he uses the Great Sunshine like this, Lord Theodore will kill him!"

Tyrion even beat his chest: "Where is this fool? It's a waste!"

But the adjutant felt very wrong: "What's the situation with Your Excellency Theodore now? After the destruction of Lasuo City, didn't he disappear? The search team of the Investigative Corps went to six rounds and couldn't find any trace of them. Tragedy, the knights of the **** and Lord Theodore himself were not seen."

Tyrion also frowned.

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

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

This is the only good news for the entire theater, and it's why they've held up until now.

However, the battle situation is still in danger, and the ironclad fortress is still an isolated city. It has not recovered its peripheral strongholds and cannot show its due functions.

The demise of Suocheng brought a great negative impact.

If the old city of Baila falls again, the king city can only move the defense center of the western front back again, and the losses caused by it are incalculable.

That's why Tyrion felt a mountain of weight.

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 in the rear.

The No. 3 fortress kept his living power, giving him more adjustable power.

"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 is news from Feilong Castle, they cleared the group of snake people and defended the castle!"

"What?" Tyrion couldn't believe his ears. "What's the situation, in detail."

After listening to the words of the messenger, Tyrion felt confused for the first time: "Why are all the magic guards?"

But soon, more news came back.

"Commander~www.mtlnovel.com~ The corner light beacon is guarded!"

"Commander, the Jeddah fortress has been restored!"

"Commander, Curenta has a big victory!"

"commander…"

"commander…"

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

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

Snapped!

Tyrion slapped his adjutant.

"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 widened.

"This is real?"

"Where did you get so many spell guards?"

"They all hold ripples?"

The adjutant frowned: "Is there a possibility? Are they alone?"

"This this…"

Tyrion's mouth wriggled, but he didn't speak.

Lord Theodore is the son of miracles of the previous generation. He has created so many miracles that no one dares to say that he cannot do these things with a wave of soul.

"Special!"

Tyrion suddenly scolded: "This prodigal son uses spells indiscriminately. If he comes, I must scold him face to face! Teach him how to use these strategic spells..."

"Lord Commander!" A messenger rushed in: "A man who claims to be the guardian of the magic law 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 360 degrees to the ground.

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

Chapter end