The Last King Of Darkness

Chapter 1839 - 835: Saint Longde_7

At this moment, another large group of warriors filed in. Their strength wasn’t as formidable, but most possessed more than one unit of Root Origin.

"Sky Warriors Squad, reporting to Lord Rhein."

"Desert Warriors Squad, reporting to Lord Rhein."

"Spire Warriors Squad, reporting to Lord Rhein."

...

Dozens of squads’ voices rang out one after another within the palace.

After their voices fell, the ethereal voice of the Great Shepherd Leader appeared in the air once more.

"Trolian Special Support Forces have been assembled. Lord Rod, please manifest your miracle."

At that moment, the entire palace fell into profound tranquility, where even the sound of a dust particle falling could be heard.

Everyone stepped back far away, leaving Rod ample space, for fear of disturbing his miracle.

Rod took a deep breath, his soul touched the Spirit Boat, his mind anchored onto Trolian’s Royal City Holy Fire, and with a thought, the brilliant white light unfolded before him.

The teleportation gate completed, the Trolian Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground appeared before their eyes.

A similarly sacred, grand, and intense aura surged forth, it was the Trolian Holy Fire; the two Holy Fires intertwined in the space, creating sparks.

In the next second, a thunderous cheer shook the sky.

On everyone’s faces, unmatched ecstasy bloomed.

And at this moment, Rod was also tearful with joy, his voice almost choking.

"Qing, Qingyu, it’s me, I’ve arrived at Saint Longde, the support forces are about to come."

Qingyu’s delighted voice came from the other side.

"That’s great, Rod, you’ve succeeded, that’s great... Trolian is saved, we’re barely holding on..."

Romano raised his fist and shouted: "Brothers, depart, support Trolian!"

He took the lead and stepped into the teleportation gate, due to his large frame, he squeezed in sideways.

The Execution Team warriors behind him followed suit, and once they finished squeezing through, the warrior squads normalized a lot, with warriors pouring into the teleportation gate at the fastest speed, taking mere tens of seconds for over a thousand warriors, whereas the Execution Team’s giants took quite a long time.

"Inconceivable."

The Great Shepherd Leader exclaimed:

"The teleportation gate remains normal, this is truly a legendary absolute ban-level teleportation gate, quickly, quickly, back-up teams onward."

Outside the palace, a large batch of personnel surged forth, they looked more like technicians than warriors.

"Quickly, quickly! Quick!"

A leading figure shouted.

"Time is pressing, we must pass through the teleportation gate at the fastest speed to repair the Spiritual Tower for Trolian and restore communications."

Meanwhile, many warriors brought more supplies, jam-packing them into the teleportation gate.

"These are supplies that couldn’t be stashed in storage space in time."

Rhein explained: "We came too urgently, the Great Shepherd Leader hadn’t prepared in advance."

As he spoke, he handed his space storage ring to a logistics director to take over.

Rod’s heart was moved beyond words.

He knew that all of this, Trolian was extraordinarily in need of.

With these supplies, Trolian’s combat power would advance by leaps and bounds.

He maintained the teleportation gate with all his strength, but due to the distant distance, as the duration approached its end, Rod’s spiritual energy consumed at light speed, extending it by just a few dozen seconds before being forced to close.

Yet, Saint Longde had already sent ample supplies, adequate combat forces, and countless additional personnel.

With their help, Trolian’s crisis was utterly resolved, moreover, the long-interrupted grand ascension would soon reopen.

"Miracle."

The Great Shepherd Leader’s voice echoed in the air, like the inner voice of everyone present.

Rod felt their gazes directed at him, as if ablaze.

Especially those few beautiful women who secretly revealed key points to him, their eyes shimmering, as if they couldn’t wait to devour him on the spot.

Rhein softly asked: "Lord Rod, please repeat your answer to me, when can the teleportation gate reopen?"

Rod responded: "Tomorrow, once daily, not exceeding sixteen times per month."

Exclamations of amazement spread throughout the palace, this was the power Saint Longde dreamed of, a force only attainable in their deepest aspirations.

The voice of the Great Shepherd Leader rose again: "Lord Rod, please allow me to express my respect to you, distance has always been the key obstacle to human resurgence, and you, have flattened this tyrannical distance."

"Indeed."

Rhein’s eyes burned with a brilliant flame:

"When Rod arrives at Yanuo, the three surviving Fire Kingdoms of the Dark Epoch will face no more hindrance."

He raised his fist, with an ironclad, unquestionable tone of voice, he said.

"Humans shall surely be resurrected, fire shall illuminate the world, this darkness and decay accumulated over millions of years, shall be swept away by us!"

"Long live the humans of light and fire!"