"Who is it?"
"Is it Misha? Or Viheler, or Chucher, Fei Xue, Gale, Jessica? It can’t be Xingge, right?"
The First Defense Chief, Ryan, speculated, but all answers were denied, and so more probable candidates were not in the Royal City.
The King concentrated, and after a few seconds, suddenly revealed a strange smile on his face, filled with surprise, disbelief, and realization.
"I know now."
Everyone asked in unison, "Who is it?"
The King slowly uttered the na.
"Rod."
At this mont, everyone showed expressions of shock. Although he was a rising star, Rod had only recently stepped into the Commander level, completing the Level 14 Spiritual Energy Ascension Ceremony less than three months ago, without long-term accumulation or using precious potions. In fact, his demand for resources was nearly zero.
It wasn’t until Bossivale’s arrival that everyone learned that such a situation was called "Platinum Child" in Saint Reel, a super genius with his own path different from the general understanding.
However, the traits Rod exhibited were never of rapid ascension. Unlike the Thunder King Misha, who soared from Level 1 Spiritual Energy to Level 14 in over a year, Rod was more like the First Knight Allan, continuously growing stronger at a relatively stable rate, endlessly.
Of course, his improvent speed was still swift, but it was always traceable.
No one could predict that he would break through to Level 15 Spiritual Energy at this ti.
In Troli, before mastering the Source Ascension Ritual, their only thod of enhancing the Source was to push through with Spiritual Energy. If Level 15 couldn’t push it, then Level 16 would. They believed that all unattainable things were due to weak Spiritual Energy.
Therefore, in all generations of Trolian, only the King could achieve Monarch Level because only the King had infinite and powerful Spiritual Energy.
For a ti, they even thought that Level 16 Spiritual Energy was the standard of Monarch Level.
Of course, this misconception was soon corrected. After Bossivale’s arrival, they mastered many thods of Source Ascension.
Ryan imdiately set aside their quarrel and asked eagerly, "Lord Bossivale, can Rod start preparing for the King Ceremony now?"
If they had an additional King Level combat strength at this ti, it would make the overall allocation of the Military War Departnt’s combat strength much more flexible.
Bossivale shook his head slightly, "No, have you forgotten? Rod is the Platinum Child, he has his own path, and our thods don’t work for him."
Ryan’s face couldn’t hide his disappointnt.
The King smiled and said, "Don’t be anxious, let’s first et this supernova. Maybe he’ll bring so different changes to our current predicant."
He extended his right hand, and a ring of fire expanded from his fingertip, the golden fla quickly turned into white Spiritual Energy, forming a teleportation gate.
This was a weak version of the [Spirit Boat] ability derived from Rod, only able to open within the breath of the Holy Fire, but with the advantage that if the opening location was very close to the Holy Fire body, like within the Upper City range, it could be opened at will, making it a relatively convenient ability.
Rod was preparing to head to the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground when he was startled by the opening teleportation gate.
"Little Rod."
The King smiled.
"Congratulations on breaking through Level 15 Spiritual Energy, one foot into Monarch Level."
Rod was slightly surprised, "How did you know?"
"With such a powerful change in Spiritual Energy, how could I not know?"
"Well, seems like the surprise is gone." Rod shrugged, "Besides, if you round it up a bit, I’m already Monarch Level strength. From now on, I shall be King Rod."
The King chuckled and said, "Co over here first."
Rod stepped through the teleportation gate, imdiately seeing the crowd gathering before the Throne, surprised.
"Why are you all here?"
Ryan coughed, not hiding anything from him, and told him everything, including their quarrels.
After all, Rod held the highest honor of Trolian—the Fire Son, and concurrently the Hidden Fire Bearer, although the latter position beca less significant with the strength of the Fire and the King, he was the first Hidden Fire Bearer since the Kingdom was founded, a position unshakeable.
In that instant, Rod saw countless golden divinities shimring across the Star Square, so many that they joined into one, turning the entire Star Square golden.
The Book of Knowledge frantically shouted:
"Master, master, divinity, so much divinity, do you see it?"
At that mont, raging fire ignited in Rod’s heart.
For him, the real challenge in lighting the Giant Star was acquiring the Divine Soul and 2500 points of divinity.
He already had a lead on acquiring the [Divine Soul].
But how to get so much divinity, Rod had no idea yet.
When he was bewildered, an opportunity presented itself, or rather, it had always been there; Rod just hadn’t discovered it yet.
Great!
Rod clenched his fist.
Trolian, I will bear the burden.
Heh, even with one hand holding the broken Dream Realm and the other carrying the fragile humans, I can still slaughter those Black Fog monsters completely.
Ahahaha!
The Invincible War God is descending upon Trolian today!
All this divinity is mine!
Ryan looked in astonishnt at Rod, who suddenly burst into laughter, not knowing what had occurred.
Leader of the Taboo Armant, Ryanbeck, imdiately said, "It seems Lord Rod’s ntal state is unstable, perhaps too many Fire Sparks for him to bear. He needs the binding of the Silver Oath. I think he should imdiately join the Taboo Armant and beco a Tabooist. Bossivale, see? The Taboo Armant will soon have a King Level force. Who said Tabooists have no future?"
Bossivale spat angrily, "Shut your mouthing nonsense. Lord Rod is a legitimate Starfire Series, what’s he got to do with twisted, deteriorated Tabooists?"
Ryanbeck was enraged, about to retort when the King raised a hand to stop him.
"Stop arguing."
The King looked at Rod with sparkling eyes.
"Little Rod is so happy, there must be a solution."
Hearing the King say this, everyone fell silent, focusing intently on Rod.
After a mont of contemplation, Rod first turned his gaze to Bossivale.
"What does the True King Ceremony lack, do you say?"
Bossivale’s eyes glead.
This way of handling matters was unheard of in Saint Reel, where, if such a situation arose, the Pope would gather all the Protecting White Kings and Great Shepherds to discuss it collectively. The etings were dull and solemn, never allowing for the free and casual squabbles seen in Trolian, much less putting the question to a newcor not yet in the ranks of the strongest.
But perhaps that’s the charm of Trolian.
Bossivale couldn’t help but reveal a gentle smile, explaining in detail.
"Most resources for the True King Ceremony are prepared. I’ve arranged it above the Ashen Throne, directly behind the Holy Fire, and directly below the Holy White Tree. The green adow symbolizes thriving life force. The crucial Primordial Spirit Power is placed at the center of the ceremony. If all goes well, we can witness the descent of the True King before the next lunar cycle."
His words moved everyone profoundly.
Only the King remained calm, but the flas burning in his eyes had never been brighter.
Bossivale continued, "But now the issue is, I need a large quantity of soul residue to engrave the ritual lines, but the logistical resource managers Hullen and Feng tell these are the nutrients for the Holy White Tree."
The King nodded and opened another teleportation gate, bringing the two logistical chiefs over.
After hearing Bossivale’s words, Hullen claid injustice, "Your Majesty, it’s not us withholding; his demand is too great. Even if we give all we have for the Holy White Tree, it’s far from enough, and it would lead to the Holy White Tree’s withering, insufficient life force. Currently, the branches of the Holy White Tree are in high demand, expanding territories all require small Holy White Trees to purify the land. At this ti, the nutrients of the Holy White Tree absolutely cannot be lacking."
Everyone’s expressions darkened; this was indeed an unsolvable issue.
Only Rod was smiling.
"Hullen, Feng, didn’t I say, if you lack soul residue, co to ?"
The red-haired Feng hesitated, spoke softly, "Lord Rod, but Lord Bossivale’s demand is too much, we thought you wouldn’t have so much either..."
Rod turned his head and asked, "Bossivale, how much do you need?"
Bossivale hesitated for a mont, then reported an unimaginably terrifying number.
"About 20 million pieces."
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