Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 166: Like: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The middle section of the wall of the hotel bulged like a bun following a loud impact sound. But the sea of arms quickly forced it back.

“This energy…”

A fair distance away, a white vehicle suddenly screeched to a halt and stopped on the road shoulder. The door swung open as Elba, the Pale Viper, alighted and looked up in the direction of Huaisha. Her facial expression suddenly turned from relaxed into slight dour. After perceiving carefully for a while, she got back into the vehicle and sped toward Huaisha.

…

In the hotel room.

Streaks of green light flared like a blooming flower, stopping the frenzied white hands from getting near him. Borel had transformed in the light. His skin was covered in wounds, and he began to feel light-headed as he bled profusely. But he dared not move a muscle. This was his ultimate form after he fully transmuted. His dark energy was pouring out like receding tide that if this kept going for another ten minutes, he would end up dead after exhausting all his strength.

“I have to think of a way!” Borel gritted his teeth, staring unblinkingly at Khadula. “He is of suppressive-level. Definitely of suppressive-level! Even more so, the nastiest type!” Borel thought.

“What have I done wrong that all the bad luck in this world has come upon me?” Borel was choked with anger. He would readily accept his fate had he finished what he had set out to do. But the young boy had found him even before he could do accomplished anything and although he had made himself look like an innocent bystander.

“Terrific.” Khadula stood in the middle of the sea of arms, clapping lightly and blinking, as he was puzzled.

“But why do you resist? I am such a beauty. Don’t you feel happy to become one of my collections?”

“F*ck you!” As Borel snapped and roared in anger, three black wings suddenly spread open behind him. Immediately, the green light surrounding him became even more intense.

“Flying worm!” Borel spread out his hands, the green light around him rapidly materializing and turning into a spinning green planet.

“Burst!”

He let off his hands. The green planet exploded and became as bright as a star emitting a radiating green-ray in all directions.

Khadula stepped back a little, his sea of arms formed layers of shield to protect him. The outer layer melted under the intense green ray, followed by the second layer when the deadly beams finally subsided.

When Khadula emerged from the shield of arms, Borel was no longer there. All was left was just a broken window through which he had escaped.

“Did he just flee?” A hint of surprise flashed in Khadula’s eyes, but it was quickly superseded by sensual delight and ravenous greed.

“Lovely… I can’t believe that I have stumbled upon such a fantastic collection item at the beginning.” He licked his pinkish lips, took a step forward, transformed into a plume of black smoke, and disappeared out of the broken gap in the wall. Following immediately, the thousands of creeping arms on the outer walls of the hotel quickly writhed and faded away as if the fight had never happened there before.

…

Borel pressed his hand on the wound in his chest, running as fast as he could through the alleyways. Blood continually oozed out from the wound that was as large as a fist in his chest. He was dreary, eyes filled with horror.

“I was lucky to detonate my crystal heart just in time. Otherwise, I would not even be sure if my body would remain in one piece, let alone making it out alive. That thing is a monster!” He could not help but shiver when Khadula came to mind.

He had seen many suppressive-level beings, but none could strike fear in him as Khadula did. As the best Three-Wing Darksider, Borel knew what to do when facing different opponents. When he realized even his ultimate killer move had failed, he quickly played his last card, getting out of the relentless siege to stay alive.

“How could those douchebags in the intelligence department overlook such an important piece of information? You all will be sorry when I get back!” When he changed direction to turn into the alley on his left, he came face to face with a white shadow smiling at him. It was Khadula.

“What the—” Borel stopped dead in his tracks, but it was too late as several dozens of pale-white arms had crept out of the walls in the alley, sweeping up his limbs and grabbing his face.

“Burst!” Borel launched into the air, his body bursting with bright green light like a fiery sun. The arms immediately formed a wall to protect Khadula from the deadly ray.

When the light subsided, Borel had lunged out of the alley and was limping away in the distance. He was struggling as blood spurted out of his wounds with every step he took, but he pressed on.

Borel could almost feel a pair of icy cold and creepy eyes leering at him from behind as if a viper or a demon wanted to consume his flesh and blood alive and suck his soul dry. He could vividly feel the rapacious greed even from such a distance. “No… I will not die here… I swear!” Borel used what was left of his strength to stagger forward.

“Still trying to run away?” Khadula slowly walked up from behind him with a cloying smile. At the entrance of the alley, three homeless people were curling up in the corner, leering at him with their greedy eyes. Just when Khadula walked past them, the three shuddered, their body rapidly wilting with their life essence flowed to their hands. As they dropped dead in the shadows, their bodies dissolved into the ground, leaving behind three sets of clothes at the scene.

A few passersby saw the horrific scene and screamed in terror. They turned around and ran. At the same time, the windows and doors of houses in the surrounding were heard slamming shut, and the streets instantly became deserted and quiet.

After exhausting all his strength, Borel dropped to the ground, his body shriveling from strange power. Khadula sped up, quickly approaching Borel.

Out of nowhere, a hand suddenly pressed softly on the back of Borel, injecting pale-green dark energy into him to fight off the strange power. As the figure that pressed a hand on Borel stood up, it was none other than Elba, the Pale Viper, and a senior military officer wearing Redwin’s military uniform.

“Who are you?” Elba stared dead at Khadula.

Khadula eyeballed her smooth white hand, slowly cocking up a sly smile. “Khadula, the special emissary of the Ironfist Society Headquarters. Are you here to become my collection item, too?” he had an innocent smile on his face. Meanwhile, Borel, who lay behind Elba, suddenly wilted and dissolved into the ground, leaving behind only his clothes on the floor.