The Last King Of Darkness

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered a distinct color on the high mountain: a murky yellow, dark black, and filthy brown. Together, they resembled dung.

Rod’s thoughts were suddenly electrified, and he realized in an instant that it was Asa’s soul, forcibly summoned back by the Primordial God King and fused into His spirit. However, Asa was no longer purely evil; his soul contained a mix of filthy power and the imprint of the Dream Realm.

"Asa!"

He shouted fiercely.

"Don’t forget your original intention! In the Primordial God King Atos’s Divine Country, there is no place for a King Who Devours Dung. He would rather feed dung to humans than give it to you!"

Boom!

The mountain suddenly trembled, and the filthy mass of the mountain showed obvious abnormality, incongruent with its surroundings, with a tendency to break free, yet a powerful force restrained it.

"Asa!"

Rod’s inspiration surged like a tide, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, finally merging into a sentence: "Have you forgotten him? Are you a failed fool?"

At the same time, a voice from the Dream Realm rose from his soul, Asa shouted madly: "Asa, you idiot, fool, moron, you made me fail once, do you want me to fail again?"

Boom!

A violent tremor erupted within the mountain, countless cracks spread, and the filthy mass with great willpower began to move outwards, trying to break free of the invisible chains.

A piercing roar echoed through the space: "What have you done?"

Invisible forces pressed from all directions, attempting to push the rebellious mass back into place, but he resisted the immense pressure, inching outward: "No, I am not evil thought, not a tool, I, I am..."

The mountain mass moaned lowly, trembling, powerful energy erupting in his spiritual body, with the filthy aura and Dream Realm imprint lighting up simultaneously, accompanied by a thunderous roar. A murky soul broke free from the mountain, landing before Rod.

"I am the King Who Devours Dung! I fight for the Dream Realm!"

Boom!

Asa directly touched the Twisted Spirit of the Primordial God King, essentially being an evil thought himself, thus initiating a war of evil thoughts.

"Supreme Will, accept my challenge!"

The Primordial God King’s shocked and angry voice echoed in this dark universe: "You, how dare you?"

Before Rod’s eyes, a thread of chaotic spirit appeared within the vast twisted spirit, although they were vastly different in strength, Asa remained fearless, launching a frenetic attack, significantly reducing his pressure.

"You’re courting death!"

The roaring sound shook the universe, a tide of spirit engulfed Asa, about to drown him in an instant.

"Quick!" Rod shouted urgently: "Help him quickly!"

In the Dream Realm, the Book of Knowledge poured countless divinities into the Source Stone Plate, infinite golden light converged on the Tombstone, causing Asa’s name to glow with unprecedented radiance, as he was an Apostle of the Dream Realm, enabling him to receive dream reinforcements.

Strong golden light erupted from Asa’s murky soul, making the Primordial God King for a moment unable to devour him.

𝙛𝕣𝖊𝚎𝑤𝘦𝕓𝓃𝕠𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝑐𝕠𝑚

"Not enough!" Rod shouted, as the immense pressure still weighed heavily on him, the Twisted Spirit erasing the Dream Realm’s imprint bit by bit, Asa’s name on the Dream Tombstone gradually fading.

Just then, another figure stepped through space, silver-haired and silver-eyed, surrounded by ice and snow, cool demeanor, unparalleled beauty—it was Mephit.

She half-knelt, clenched her fists, pressing them against her heart.

The faint light coldly chuckled within, saying: "Mephit, my apostle, you finally came, without destroying humanity, what a failed piece you are, I intended to completely erase you, but now, the moment to show your worth has come, destroy them quickly!"

Mephit raised her head, her silver eyes piercing that twisted spiritual light, lifting her right hand, which was entwined with strange black ripples.

"That’s an Apostle’s mark!" The Book of Knowledge shouted: "It’s the Apostle mark of the Primordial God King, a part of her soul; no wonder we couldn’t find anything unusual!"

Asa shouted nervously: "What’s she going to do? Won’t she betray us?"

Before the words finished, Mephit’s soul suddenly exploded with powerful spiritual energy, black wings unfolding behind her, pure ice and snow condensing on her arms, spiritual patterns appearing around her, she fiercely grasped the Apostle mark, the spiritual patterns flooded in like a deluge.

"What are you doing?" An angry voice echoed in the space.

Rod sensed a powerful force emerging within his spirit, aiding him against Atos’s Twisted Spirit. Undoubtedly, this was Mephit’s power, the Book of Knowledge exclaiming joyfully: "She uses the Apostle mark as a medium, influencing the Primordial God King Atos inversely, distorting and breaking his spirit, indirectly aiding the master."

However, his pressure remained immense, even with the help of Mephit and Asa, the Twisted Spirit of the Primordial God King still far surpassed them, with spiritual forces overwhelming as if ready to tear them apart.

"You will all die!"

Atos’s furious voice roared in the universe, the failure to connect driving Him into madness: "I will perfectly preserve your souls, ripping you apart at each sunset, restoring you at each sunrise, granting you an eternal cycle of agony! I am the Primordial God King Atos, none can defeat me!"