"Hahahahaha!"

Rod suddenly burst into wild laughter, leaving everyone looking at each other, not knowing what was happening.

"So that's how it is! I was wondering why the King suddenly changed the chosen one and sent me to the Red Forest. The prophecy of the White Tower is truly accurate, Iyeta, that bald guy, really knows his stuff!"

White Wolf frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Are you going mad?"

Alo retorted angrily, "Nonsense! How could little Rod go mad?"

A flash of fire passed through Qingyu's eyes:

"Little Rod, have you thought of a way to deal with the Red Witch?"

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and their eyes naturally turned to him.

Rod praised, "Qingyu, you're really smart, you guessed it right away."

White Wolf's face darkened, "How can you address the miss directly by her name?"

Qingyu smiled and said, "This is just fine, a bit more intimate. Besides, Rod is now the Fire Son, so he has the right... But, little Rod, you must not call Iyeta a bald guy; he is the Master of the White Tower, with a special status in the Royal City."

Rod coughed awkwardly, having realized a certain fact early on.

For some reason, all the specially talented individuals in the Royal City were bald.

For example, Commander Liszt, the manager of the Mechanical Research Institute, the bald master, the new Master of the White Tower Iyeta, and the logistics resource manager Hullen, were all bald.

For the sake of easy memory, Rod categorized them as the Bald Clan.

Members of the Bald Clan were naturally called bald guys.

Of course, this was just his thought, and he accidentally said it out loud.

"... I understand now."

Rod replied, briefly explaining the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Nothing is more mysterious than someone who can foresee the future.

The image of the former Master of the White Tower, Meredith, grew even greater, and any slight doubt about the Source Prophecy vanished.

Anna whispered in awe, "Prophecy is truly a magical existence."

Kashan nodded gently, "The future extends from the present, not appearing out of thin air. Everything that will happen can be traced back in time to now."

White Wolf gave her a surprised glance.

"You're the youngest daughter of the Miboer family, aren't you?"

Kashan clenched her fists but spoke in a calm tone.

"No, I'm from the Kasan family."

White Wolf saw her eyes turning red, and his expression turned serious. Without continuing, he said instead,

"Sir Iyeta is a Great Prophet with high inspiration and strong talent, praised by Sir Meredith as the most inspired prophet in a thousand years. His intuition about the future, and the collision of his inspirations, are unparalleled. His prophecies are the most accurate and effective."

Mephit, who was usually not talkative, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"There's never been such a thing as prophecy."

"So-called great prophets are just second-rate detectives, and inspiration is just the soul receiving special information."

These words carried a lot of hostility, unlike his previous indifference.

Everyone frowned at once, and Anna quickly tugged Mephit's sleeve, "Don't say that."

White Wolf raised his eyebrows, looking as if he was about to start scolding, and Rod hurriedly changed the topic, bringing up the "Ice Prison."

Their attention was indeed drawn away.

After listening to Rod's description, Qingyu marveled, "So that's it, is this the ability of Fire Spark that you just comprehended?"

Rod nodded, indicating agreement.

Anyway, he had 14 Fire Sparks on official records, so he could easily attribute it to any one of them.

Alo marveled, "Little Rod, just how many abilities do you have? Why are your Fire Sparks so strong?"

Rod laughed, "Maybe it's because I'm so naturally gifted, strikingly handsome, dashing, graceful like a jade tree, dignified and impressive, with noble character and integrity, lasting a long time... Although I don't mean to be so excellent, I was born this way, and I can't help it."

This remark provoked a wave of laughter, and Anna scoffed, "Shameless, who praises themselves like that?"

Kashan widened her eyes, "How come I never saw this side of you before?"

Qingyu chuckled, "Little Rod, you're really something."

Only Alo clapped her hands and laughed, "That's right, little Rod didn't say anything wrong at all."

The atmosphere unknowingly relaxed, and amidst the laughter, everyone walked into the Red Forest.

A feeling of oppression suddenly enveloped them, and Qingyu explained, "This is the effect of a well field formed by the strong source of the King of Light. It's the outer layer of the core field, and it's desperately creating its derivatives to strengthen this effect... This is the instinct of all monsters, they like to stay in environments they adapt to, thus they can grow quickly."

White Wolf said in a deep voice, "But unlike other monsters, King Level Monsters create such environments on their own."

Firelight blossomed from Qingyu's body, forming a bright ring that enveloped everyone.

For a moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the field of Eternal Burning Fire."

Qingyu smiled and said, "It can be viewed as the field of Guardian Fire, but it is also my domain field."

Everyone showed envious expressions; the biggest characteristic of a Commander is that they can open up a field.

Within the field is his space, where all laws are made by him.

Of course, it also requires his strength to maintain.

Anna whispered, "What's a field?"

Rod briefly answered, "It's a Spiritual Power Field and a domain."

Having experienced the battles of the Starry Queen and the King of the Deep Sea, Rod had some understanding of fields, knowing that in King Level battles, the clash of fields represents the most representative duel.

Qingyu had now opened a field that outshone the King of Light's field, making everyone feel at ease.

Of course, Qingyu's field was also different from others', possessing extremely obvious fire characteristics, making one feel as if they were beside the Guardian Fire.

Kashan asked softly, "Qingyu, is your domain the range illuminated by fire?"

Qingyu nodded slightly.

"I resonate with my Lifebound Fire, thus possessing the power of fire. The stronger I become, the stronger my fire becomes."

Anna asked curiously, "What if you become a king?"

Qingyu smiled, "Then I would merge my Guardian Fire with the Holy Fire, thereby resonating with it. The Holy Fire would become my Lifebound Fire, granting me the strength of the Holy Fire, but I would also never be able to leave the range of the Holy Fire..."

"Miss!" White Wolf interrupted, "You shouldn't speak such things."

Qingyu tapped his forehead apologetically and said, "Sorry, this is knowledge only kings and King Candidates can control. Besides, anyone who knows must inscribe their name on the Church Holy Grail of the Holy Church."

Rod asked in confusion, "What is the effect of the Church Holy Grail?"

White Wolf answered briefly, "It records everything about the inscriber for external interactions, like language and text."

Rod felt a bit eerie; it was too strict.

Inscribing your name is like totally exposing yourself, becoming transparent to others.

While speaking, they had already ventured deep into the Red Forest.

The blood-red dead trees stood like spears around them, inducing an unexplained fear.

The land was also blood-red, as if soaked with countless amounts of blood.

White Wolf said, "This area is heavily cleared by us; ahead lies the uncleared dangerous zone."

A wave of an even gloomier and evil aura surged over, making Rod's face darken as he felt a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after advancing a few hundred yards, they met the first Red Witch.

In Rod's imagination, the Red Witch was a decayed humanoid monster shrouded in a red cloak.

But in reality, it was a massive aggregation of filth.

It had only half a body, no legs, floating mid-air in a semi-liquid, semi-solid fluid form. Disgusting bubbles and murky colors made one want to vomit at first sight.

Due to its thickness, its outer skin was an extremely dark red.

The moment the Red Witch saw them, it emitted a bubbling roar, inflating, hurling a massive glob of thick filth towards them.

Bang!

The filth was blocked by an air wall.

This was White Wolf's special skill; he was a High Rank Combatant before his injury.

Next, like a storm, the Star Shuttle hit its body.

Rod didn't want close contact with this, so he used long-range attacks.

At the strength of 14 Spiritual Energy, Rod's fast Star Shuttle had reached an instantaneous level, with considerable power, whereas the Red Witch's Spiritual Power Level was merely 11.

According to Rod's experience, he could kill such a monster in three seconds of bombardment.

However, this Red Witch endured for thirty seconds, without showing any weakening of Spiritual Energy.

So, he interlocked his fingers, beginning to condense a Great Star Shuttle.

Accompanied by a loud chirping, a super-powerful Great Star Shuttle struck the Red Witch.

The Red Witch's outer skin suddenly brightened, the dark red gloss spreading all over its body. Rod clearly saw the power of the Great Star Shuttle being weakened, as it crashed into the red glow and then exploded, dazzling starlight temporarily obscured the vision.

But Rod knew the monster hadn't died.

Qingyu flicked his fingers, expanding the range of firelight to envelop the Red Witch.

Black smoke billowed from it, tiny flames flickered, and the Red Witch's aura weakened considerably.

Rod fired several more Great Star Shuttles.

This time, the Red Witch's defense became frail, and three Great Star Shuttles blew away a small half of its body.

The strength was too high.

Rod frowned.

By all rights, it should have died already; even monsters with 13 Spiritual Power Level weren't as resistant.

Its red outer skin's defense was too strong; weak attacks proved ineffective, while strong attacks were weakened.

Without the illumination of fire, the Star Shuttle could never damage it.

Rod sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to make a move, a loud noise was heard, and the Red Witch exploded into myriad filth, scattering on the ground.

Behind it, Kashan was burning with red vitality, withdrawing her fist, unconcerned by the dripping filth, saying calmly, "I couldn't stand it; such a monster is better killed."

No soul.

Not even a Soul Without Spirit.

Rod looked at the filth on the ground; they seemed living, wriggling, and merging.

Soon, another Red Witch appeared before them.

It was identical to the previous one.

This time, Rod didn't hold back, directly striking hard, killing it again.

Still, no soul, nor a Soul Without Spirit.

Apparently, this was merely a derivative shell; the true entity was the King of Light.

The filth once again gathered, and the Red Witch resurrected.

This time, Rod didn't hesitate, directly returning to the Dream Realm, consuming one Colorful Dream and ten Divinity points, crafting an "Ice Prison."

This was an exquisite ice crystal, formed by five claws, resembling a cage.

Rod held it in his palm, bringing it back to the Red Forest.

A gentle squeeze.

Bang!

Invisible cold light spread out.

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