Royal City.
Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.
Archbishop Horus looked worriedly at the King, who sat quietly in front of the Holy Fire, and murmured, "Has it not ended yet? The battle in the Spirit Realm..."
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What Rod had never expected was that the Soul Church in Royal City refused to perform "a thorough inspection of both his soul and body" due to a blocked sewer.
According to the Soul Master within the church, this procedure would generate a massive amount of highly polluted wastewater, which was not allowed during the period of the sewer blockage.
Is this even possible?
I have beco a high-rank combatant, so why can’t I escape the fate of cleaning sewers?
Rod was utterly depressed, yet he had no other choice.
Well, cleaning the sewers did have so soul gains, so it was killing two birds with one stone, I suppose.
Hmph!
Sewers, your king has returned!
Rod casually found a sewer entrance and jumped in vertically.
Now, he was incomparable to his forr self.
Back then, he was only at the Second Level of Spiritual Power, had ignited only a few stars, relied on the Spirit Gun for output, and his right hand for killing enemies; the ultra-high Spiritual Vision brought by the Eye of the Soul and his profound familiarity with the intricate sewer routes were his greatest reliance.
Now, he had reached the Ninth Level of Spiritual Power and had officially entered the ranks of high-rank combatants; all seven stars were in full form, half of which were in the process of "Quantification," including the core star, which had completed its quantification, and he had countless ans of equipnt.
Moreover, the entire map of the sewer was still firmly imprinted in his mind, it had even beco clearer because of revisiting the old haunt, and the Eye of the Soul had also beco more powerful due to his Ninth Level Spiritual Power.
Along the way, Rod wished he could just traverse horizontally across the sewers.
The sturdy Oath Armor completely ignored any attacks from sewer monsters, not even needing to activate his Spiritual Defense.
The White Bone Boots let him stride vigorously, and the Executor’s gloves greatly hastened the condensation speed of his Star Shuttle.
The Trident of the Deep Sea Hider made his Star Shuttle even more powerful, with it now capable of firing in a second, the power of which could be compared to the Thunder Stone that used to take dozens of seconds to throw.
Rod’s fingers danced rapidly, the quickly condensed Star Shuttles striking the sewers like a torrential storm.
The monsters in the sewers faced the greatest disaster in history, Rod swept through the whole sewer like a humanoid self-propelled cannon, blasting all the monsters hidden in the filth, causing them to tumble over.
The Plague Rat and the Rotten Shrimp, once honored by the Guardians as "Kings of the Sewer," were instantly dethroned and died on the spot amidst the relentless bombardnt, while King Rod had arrived at his loyal sewers today.
Damn it, what bad luck.
Rod thought angrily.
To blast you bunch of maggots to death.
The cleaning work went incredibly smoothly, but what annoyed him was that the Dark Devourer could no longer plunder the souls of lower-level monsters, and Rod could only collect a certain amount of Souls Without Spirit.
In just half a day, Rod had cleaned the entire sewer system of the Royal City, most of the ti spent on traveling.
Finding the most efficient way to navigate through the complex and intricate sewer routes was Rod’s unique skill.
In the whole Trolian Human Kingdom, no one could match him.
Not even the King himself.
This trip totaled over five hundred thousand souls, which for Rod nowadays, was barely enough to fill a tooth cavity.
Plus a large bag of monster ash.
Rod couldn’t be bothered to count, simply handing it over to the Royal City Defense Departnt.
And they, without the slightest concern that this was ash from sewer monsters, just took it all to make soup.
——Monster Ash Soup is very effective for the growth of mid-level combatants, as the active forces contained in it can accelerate their life and soul growth.
This was another thing Rod was grateful for; he had skipped this stage completely and avoided the tragic fate of eating ash mixed with rice daily.
Rod’s godlike efficiency shocked the entire Military War Departnt of the Royal City.
All the Defense Chiefs, Commanders, and Guardian Captains were alerted, they all gathered to behold Rod’s combat report, marveling at the miracle he had created.
Although most had heard of Rod’s amazing sewer exploits, after Rod had left the Royal City for the distant Star Town, such tales gradually faded.
Eventually, except for those who had experienced it firsthand, hardly anyone believed them anymore.
But with Rod’s kingly return, revisiting the sewers, his legendary status was instantly cented and made everlasting.
Faced with such a miracle, the Royal City Soul Church could no longer make excuses and had to invite Rod in.
Rod set foot for the first ti in the fad Soul Church.
It was located in the Upper City of the Royal City, an imnsely grandiose giant church, with a facade of soul-like dark colors and Gothic architectural style, towering and slender with spires, many windows, and multicolored stained glass.
Yet the interior of the church was majestic and expansive, with massive pools made of Soul Crystals found everywhere, where nurous warriors cleansed the pollution in their souls and purified the erosion of Black Fog.
On a towering altar beside, stood a Soul Master conducting purification ceremonies, the imnse Soul Power echoed within the church.
The Soul Master who perford the full inspection for Rod was nad Priscilla.
She had once taught Rod, her appearance showing no age, yet very beautiful, with a calm and distant feel.
"Relax."
She said softly, her slender and ice-cold fingers traced Rod’s chest, like a stream of ice water flowing down.
"Do not resist ntally, imagine I am your closest person, that we are engaged in the most intimate act, lding into one, entering each other’s body..."
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