CH 173

In this land shrouded in darkness, in this gloomy and desolate defeat, there is a dazzling star shining.

Many survivors who fled have seen the bright lighthouse in the night sky.

Its light is so bright that it dispels the gloomy atmosphere.

Many people cry, many people shed tears, many people rekindle hope in despair. The bright fire attracts a large number of monsters in the area, making their journey home smoother. The bright pillar of light dispels the bone-rotting disease and guides them in the right direction.

Countless human emotions come to the forefront, and the precious flower of humanity occasionally flickers in their eyes, but Rode doesn't pay attention to it. He focuses on operating the reflector, accurately projecting the power of the fire to the teams that need help.

The light disperses the darkness, drives away the monsters, and purifies the encroaching infection.

Thousands of people are saved.

Three hours later, the fire inevitably dimmed, and the pillar of light projected by the reflector was reduced to within ten miles.

Six hours later, the fire became weak, and the pillar of light from the reflector couldn't even reach three miles. The black mist had already enveloped the lighthouse within a hundred yards. Most of the monsters under the tower had dispersed, but there were still some attacking the tower.

A few monsters tried to climb the tower and extinguish the disgusting fire, but the aura emitted by the blue bone marrow made them extremely disgusted. None of them made it to the top of the tower.

Seven hours later, the fire went out.

Only thick ashes remained in the brazier.

That was the remnant of the fire, and also the remnant of the warriors.

Rode collected these remnants and decided to bury them in his dreams, letting them witness his growth.

I will never let you down.

Rode looked into the distance, feeling a fire burning in his chest.

The black mist had already enveloped the lighthouse. The monsters were not interested in lifeless objects without any signs of life. Most of them had dispersed, leaving only a few wandering nearby.

Inside the lighthouse, there were lamps containing residual light, and the wounded had been properly taken care of. The entrance to the top of the tower had been sealed, a distress signal had been sent out, and there were dedicated ventilation vents inside the tower. The stored supplies were enough for them to survive for a long time and could fully support them until rescue arrived.

The group of refugees had long since disappeared. The destruction of Laisuo City came suddenly, so the peak number of survivors who fled to the lighthouse area was short-lived, mainly concentrated in those few hours, and then there were no more.

Those who did not arrive had unfortunately died in the darkness.

Deeper black mist came rushing in, and tiny specks of black dust rolled in the fog. The true darkness had broken through Laisuo City and spread to the inner defense line. This large area had been engulfed and turned into a paradise for monsters.

Rode emitted a faint red light. This was the red tearstone, which could resist the erosion of the black mist to a certain extent and be used to fight in the absence of light.

He knew it was time to set off. A fire warrior would only bring danger to the survivors inside the tower.

Most of the monsters wandering nearby were Black Death Beasts, which had high defense and thick spiritual power. Even sealing bullets couldn't cause effective damage to them. Rode didn't have any good means of attack, so it was difficult to kill them alone.

Using the "Spiritual Energy Sextet" was also meaningless. They were all monsters of the same level and did not possess the special abilities of the "Source".

The "Spiritual Energy Sextet" and "Awakening" were both last resorts and should not be used until the appropriate time.

Maybe I can go near Laisuo City and see if I can encounter any special monsters?

Rode was not afraid of danger because he had the Resurrection Stone. He was only afraid of not finding a target.

Rode jumped down from the lighthouse and ran towards the direction where the refugees came from with the help of the Soul Eye. He quickly left the lighthouse area.

Along the way, he saw a large number of bodies lying on the road. Some were killed by monsters, and some died from the corruption of the black mist.

After being attacked by a resurrected corpse, Rode knew that all these bodies had to be cremated. The black mist had taken hold of them, and they would soon all turn into living corpses.

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Everything that is alive or has once been alive will be corrupted and transformed into something indescribable by the black mist.

But Rode didn't have enough ignition materials, and natural flames couldn't ignite in the darkness.

This task could only be done by the army of the royal city.

Rode could only try to stay away from the main roads and kill all the living corpses he encountered.

After these monsters, who were once human, were killed, they would also turn into ashes like monsters. Perhaps, this is the boundary between humans and monsters - humans are naturally existing lives, while monsters are twisted and condensed entities. Once the foundation that supports their existence disappears, they will turn into ashes.

The souls obtained from them also vary greatly depending on the degree of corruption of the corpses. Some are large or small fragments of souls, some are souls of living corpses, and a very small number are the souls of specific individuals.

Is this because of the different degrees of corruption?

Rode wondered.

The stronger the power in life, the slower the corruption? The weaker the strength, the deeper the erosion, and the more they tend to become the same?

Does corruption erase their unique marks and turn them into cursed lives?

Rode thought as he walked forward.

The closer he got to Laisuo City, the denser the bodies became, spreading out radially on every road.

Rode also discovered that the combat power of the living corpses varied greatly. Some were just dust on the battlefield, while others had already reached the level of high-ranking members.

He now had a certain level of conventional combat power, and under normal circumstances, he could win against a high-ranking member one-on-one without resorting to unconventional means.

But if they were stronger, it would be impossible. He would have to use limited and massive unconventional means.

With the help of the Soul Eye, Rode could basically judge the strength of the monsters, and he would avoid the ones that were difficult to deal with.

But it was unpredictable when the corpses would transform into monsters.

Sometimes, when there seemed to be no threat, the corpses would suddenly jump up when he passed by.

If they were weaker living corpses, it would be fine, but some very strong ones would be troublesome.Especially the zombies that were once powerful fighters, they retain some of their combat skills from when they were alive. Even if it's only instinctual combat, they are still very difficult to deal with.

There are also some zombies that even possess special abilities from when they were alive, they should have been corrupted before their souls dissipated.

These zombies are the most troublesome and also the strongest.

As for the corpses that have already died completely, new monster souls are born after being corroded. The actions of these zombies are more similar to monsters, aside from their more frenzied attacks, they often pose little threat.

Most of the zombies Rode encountered before were like this, but the further he went, the more powerful the zombies became.

After encountering a zombie knight wearing full armor, Rode knew that he wouldn't be able to pass through.

This zombie knight was extremely powerful, his combat skills far surpassed Rode's, and he was not afraid of spirit guns and thunderstones. Wielding a long sword, the sword's edge was as swift as a flying bird, almost cutting Rode open.

Fortunately, Rode had practiced evasion, sprinting, and escape techniques. He used the terrain to quickly turn and shake off the zombie knight, otherwise, it would have been disastrous.

But now the situation was very troublesome, Rode was forced to hide in a deep crevice, avoiding the aimless wandering of the zombie knight.

Its perception was extremely sharp, it could immediately detect any slight movement from afar.

What should he do?

Should he use unconventional means to eliminate it?

Rode could do that, but the zombie knight definitely didn't have a special soul. Judging from its spiritual power, it couldn't even be considered a strong soul.

The rewards would be low, and the consumption would be great, it would be a completely losing proposition.

When Rode was at a loss, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be stepping on something hard under his feet, unlike the soft soil.

He lowered his head and saw a gray stone tablet. Brushing away the dirt on the stone tablet, he saw the words written on it:

Duke Jason Melist's Tomb.

The initiator of the Twilight War, the creator of the Hailibe Massacre, the signatory of the sleepless dead, born in 2491, died in 2344.

He didn't do any good deeds - but in his heart,

he was truly a good person.

Do not dig up his coffin,

otherwise, you will be cursed by the War God Pavis.

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Rode frowned.

What's with these birth and death years?

The ancient language used on this tombstone was extremely obscure, even with his exceptional language ability, it was impossible for him to decipher the words on this tombstone. So the date on it definitely wasn't the Teslivian calendar used in the current royal city.

This could be understood, but why were the dates reversed?

And what bothered him the most was this War God Pavis.

If he remembered correctly, the royal city had always declared that there were no gods, only powerful or even more powerful monsters.

All the gods were fabricated, they didn't truly exist, they were just ignorant and misguided beliefs about certain things.

Although Rode had reservations about this, he indeed hadn't seen any worship of gods in the royal city, he only heard about their existence from the Doomsday Cultists.

Because the Doomsday Cultists loved to eat feces, there was even a god of eating feces, so these existences became somewhat insignificant in Rode's mind.

But here, he openly saw the words "War God Pavis".

That meant that before the era of the royal city, the worship of these gods did exist?

But the key question was, were these gods some kind of virtual objects? Or were they powerful creatures? Or were they truly authoritative "gods"?

As Rode flipped over the tombstone, he leaned towards the first and second explanations.

The tombstone had already been dug up, and there was a section missing below.

Obviously, the coffin of Duke Jason Melist had long been dug up.

It seemed that the curse of the War God Pavis didn't have any effect.

Rode moved the tombstone aside and quickly discovered more stone blocks underneath. They were mostly very old, with a style that didn't match this era.

It seemed that this place used to be a cemetery or a mass grave a long time ago.

But the passage of time buried it underground until he accidentally discovered it.

Suddenly, a thought arose in Rode's mind. These owners of the cemetery seemed to have a high status, perhaps he could find some valuable burial items?

Once this thought appeared, it firmly took root in his mind.

Rode quickly dug deeper along the crevice, gathering spiritual energy in his fingers, allowing him to easily dig through the soil and rubble.

Soon, Rode dug out more tombstones and many broken bones.

To be safe, Rode crushed them all into dust, using the method of scattering bone ashes to help them avoid the invasion of darkness and find true rest.

The more Rode dug, the deeper he went, and soon he dug out a large hole under the crevice.

However, besides the bodies, broken coffins, and several items that had long lost their spirituality, he didn't find anything valuable.

Feeling very disappointed, Rode was about to leave when suddenly his heart skipped a beat, a strong sense of heart season struck him, as if there was something underground attracting him!

It was a fragment of a dream!

Rode instantly realized.

There was actually a dream fragment underground?

Rode quickly dug downwards, following the direction sensed in his subconscious, digging more than two hundred yards before discovering a burial chamber.

The entrance to the burial chamber had long been destroyed, and it was empty inside, there was nothing, even the bones in the stone coffins had been scattered.

But Rode didn't mind, he passed through the neatly arranged rows of stone coffins and came to a skeleton candlestick.This was a skull, half-ruined, its candle holder long since gouged out, leaving only thick white wax behind.

A strong sense of attraction emanated from this skull.

Rode reached out his hand, lightly touching it.

In the next instant, countless fiery entities pierced into his soul.