However, the Book of Knowledge warned him not to be careless, this invasion by Chaos Demons was sowhat strange.
In an injured state, it inexplicably received feedback from the Black Fog Source and invaded the Dream Realm.
Theoretically speaking, this isn’t impossible, but it’s too coincidental, which makes one suspicious.
Perhaps there’s so unknown danger hidden within, so be very careful.
Additionally, the Book of Knowledge inford him that recently, the restoration of the Dream Realm consud too many Souls Without Spirit. To ignite the "Song of Life," besides the King’s Soul, Source, and Soul Firewood, it also requires 7.6 billion Souls Without Spirit.
Currently, there are less than 100 million Souls Without Spirit stored in the Dream Realm, Rod better hurry to hunt monsters and gather enough souls.
Rod felt a bit anxious; as a Special Level Combatant, he’s Trolian’s strongest force, a Strategic Level power, and during warti, he cannot leave the Royal City at will, he must follow the Fire Hall’s arrangent.
Now, the battle has started again, but he hasn’t received any battle orders.
Aside from Xingge, all other Special Level Combatants have already headed to the battlefield.
Moving without permission is definitely not feasible, Rod has already exhausted the Royal City Sewer, and the gains for him now are minimal.
A trip there doesn’t yield even a hundred million Souls Without Spirit.
The monsters in the sewer have almost been wiped out by him, and the deeper Abyss can’t be ventured.
Horus also warned him not to engage in frequent battles.
Killing monsters brings dark backlash, polluting the soul.
Even though his ability to cleanse his soul is extrely strong, it is still limited.
Once the soul is polluted, combat strength will be affected, Special Level Combatants must focus all their power on actual battlefields.
Just as Rod wasn’t sure what to do, the fla crown emblem on his collar finally burned brightly.
This indicated he had entered the battle sequence and would soon receive combat orders.
However, to his surprise, the flas continued to expand, forming the King’s face before him.
"King!"
"Your Majesty!"
In the training ground, many people suddenly knelt down.
They were potential newcors Molly had found, just becoming recruits of the Black Battle Group.
Rod’s mindset now is wide open; as long as resources are sufficient, the more mbers the rrier.
The previous approach of only recruiting strong people or those useful to him is impractical; the conversion cycle to Dream Envoy is too long, and efficiency is too low.
It’s better to recruit more potential seeds to beco reserve mbers of the Black Battle Group.
When they fully transform into "Dream Envoys," reaching the basic standard of the Black Battle Group, they can then beco official mbers.
If there are those who perform exceptionally well and provide great assistance to Rod, they can beco elite mbers.
Of course, veterans like phit, Anna, and Kashan are naturally on the Captain Level.
Molly beca the deputy commander, Rod’s right hand, responsible for all regular affairs in the battle group.
The King glanced around, smiled slightly: "Little Rod, it seems you’ve recruited quite a few people. I originally thought your Black Battle Group was your harem group; unless they were young, pretty, and capable won, no others could join."
Rod’s face darkened: "King, this is slander, don’t you know what kind of person I am?"
The King seriously nodded.
"Of course I know, the person with the most complaints in the Disciplinary Committee, a Mutant whose hands lose control upon seeing beautiful won, a super voyeur also holding an illegal Recording Crystal."
Fortunately, Rod promptly deployed a Spiritual Power Barrier to envelop himself, isolating the sound; otherwise, his reputation as commander would be used for mopping the floor.
"The previous few items can be ignored, but I definitely won’t acknowledge being a super voyeur with an illegal Recording Crystal!"
The King laughed: "Don’t struggle, your teacher Soron was caught red-handed recording Olivia bathing, and he imdiately confessed to you. To prevent influencing matters, we haven’t publicized this incident."
Rod’s eyes suddenly widened: "You didn’t consider that Soron might have used as a scapegoat? How could I do such a thing?"
"Little Rod."
The King looked at him sternly.
"Your Spiritual Energy is soft, but your tongue is tough. We found Olivia’s Recording Crystal in your living quarters, recorded very well... uh, I an, you went too far. Fortunately, Olivia has gone to the Crow Fortress front line, when she returns, she’ll kill you."
Rod covered his face, knowing it was pointless to argue, and sighed deeply: "King, hurry and send out."
The King laughed: "Isn’t that what I’m doing?"
He paused, his tone turning serious.
"I have a very important task for you; the Investigation Legion’s Commander Liszt returned to the Royal City half a day ago, bringing a significant piece of news."
"Approximately 3700 mils southwest of the Royal City, he and his team detected traces of suspected human activity, but further investigation was hindered, requiring a Special Level Combatant to accompany."
"I believe you’re very suitable for this task. They have finished regrouping and are waiting for you at the third City Gate in the Outer City District, you can depart now."
Rod was stunned by the King’s words, imdiately asking, "Did we find other human survivors? What traces were found? 3700 mils, just alone? But I haven’t even stepped into the Angel Envoy ranks, at most I’m a quasi-Special Level Combatant, wouldn’t it affect the mission? Also, going so far into the dark depths, don’t we need to prepare anything?"
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