The wind smiled and said, "Of course, your reputation in our logistics resource department is almost god-like. You are the most admired, loved, and cherished person by all of us. We will comply with all your requests."

Rod glanced at her sideways, having long been immune to such flattery.

"Really? Then let me touch..."

Slap!

Horus knocked heavily on his head, sternly saying, "What are you talking about? Rod, watch your behavior. You are the representative of the new generation of Trolian, the youngest Trolian hero, rumored to be an Angel Envoy of Fire Heaven. How can you speak such rude words?"

Rod scratched his head, thinking this idol burden is too heavy, isn't it?

Didn't you used to say otherwise? Back then, you said as long as you become strong, you can do as you please; having a clear mind and soul without turning dark is the best. Or is it that I've become too strong?

Horus launched into a frenzied lecture, regulating his words and deeds, asking him to embody the style of the strongest human emerging star, and never to discard the Fire Will and great human virtues at the sight of a beautiful woman.

Rod felt extremely depressed, wishing he hadn't said that. Horus probably sees him as the face of Trolian. Before there was only one Human Kingdom, he could act freely, as the Holy Church would clean up the mess anyway.

But not anymore. A civilization named "Saint Reel" may very well exist.

Once found, Rod would become the face of the "Trolian" civilization. If the "Saint Reel" civilization is full of long-legged beauties in black silk whom he likes, and Rod loses composure once he steps in, wouldn't the "Trolian" civilization be looked down upon?

As the Archbishop of the Holy Church, Horus absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen.

So, tragically, Rod was lectured for at least three-quarters of an hour before he entered the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground under countless sympathetic gazes.

Inside the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, almost all the high-ranking Trolian members not in the combat sequence were present, along with a large number of scholars and professors, fervently discussing.

When Horus and Rod stepped in, the crowd surged toward them, and the entire scene became even more enthusiastic.

Amid the noisy voices, Rod couldn't hear what they were saying, only seeing excited faces and gleaming eyes.

Since the disaster warning brought by the Source Prophecy, the shadow hidden deep in everyone's eyes was dispelled for the first time. Their smiles were clear and dazzling, and the fire of hope dispelled all dark things.

Rod couldn't quite comprehend this emotion until he heard some people speaking.

"After more than a millennium, we finally have compatriots."

"We are not lonely survivors, not the leftover fish of destruction."

"Hahaha, people are still alive, people are still alive!"

"Humans aren't just us; the Black Fog hasn't engulfed everything! Darkness isn't invincible!"

"The fire will not go out, and humanity will not face destruction!"

At this moment, he suddenly understood. This is a human civilization that has survived for more than a thousand years in boundless darkness. This is a human civilization that has stood up again and again amid extinction disasters. This is a human civilization that has braved countless years in this terrifying darkness alone. This is a human civilization that has sought compatriots numerous times only to fail.

They have asked themselves many times why they exist, whether it's luck, coincidence, or some special reason allowing them to temporarily remain in this world. As long as time runs its course, they might die like maggots.

No theory or spiritual redemption can avoid this problem. It is deeply rooted in everyone's heart, in the unseen dark side of the soul, creeping out to question them during each victory celebration.

Until now.

The appearance of another Fire King City perfectly answered this question.

They are not the last survivors, not the tracks dragged by the Fire Epoch for over a thousand years. Humanity did not perish at the end of the Fire Epoch; there are still more survivors scattered in this boundless Dark World.

Humanity genuinely has the possibility to rekindle the light of fire, illuminating this world.

At this moment, people truly believed deep within their hearts that they are heading toward a new Epoch, an era of revival.

This confidence is more precious than the most valuable resources.

In the Holy Fire, the King smiled as he watched all of this, having a premonition that Trolian would once again witness an explosion of combat power, with more combatants gaining promotion. In next year's Fire Trial, more people will become Fire Holders.

In the Spirit Realm, the golden projection of the Holy Fire towered in the void space, surrounded by clear and pure Spirit Realm matter. Not far away, a burning spirit stood in the void, swinging his arms, a 3000-yard Fire Giant Sword slashed through the sky, cutting a giant monster in two, with the golden fire instantly incinerating it completely.

"Alas, what a pity."

The spirit murmured to itself.

"It seems to have nothing to do with little Rod and cannot bring him good fortune."

He wandered around the vicinity of the Holy Fire, waving to clear some weak dust, and then spotted an ancient evil hiding in the crevice of the Spirit Realm, which was discovered at a glance.

"Oh? This one seems decent."

The Fire Giant Sword instantly pierced it but did not kill it, allowing the ancient evil to escape from here.

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