Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 192: The Heart: Part 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was a faint whiff of blood in the evening breeze.

As soon as Maier came out of the college, he was sent to cooperate with the local investigation organization to solve the new infiltration phenomenon.

At the back door of a bar, in a dark alleyway, Maier waited grimly as the two men in front crouched on the ground to examine the body.

The body was swollen and pale, with three hideous wounds on thigh and back, about 1cm into the flesh. The fatal point was the torn larynx in the throat.

“The identity of the deceased was a bartender who had worked here for about a year. He didn’t have any bad habits. The only thing he liked was working overtime.”

“Working overtime? Then he’s a good employee.” Maier lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

“The time of death is half an hour ago. The exact range requires instrumental precision. Something hit him from behind, all in less than five seconds. And most importantly, all the wounds on the body were made almost at the same time. It’s not something humans can do,” one of the men stood up, looking grave as he explained.

“Only that kind of guy can have this kind of speed!”

Maier nodded. “Block the news first. Let me see if I can get the relevant departments to help.”

“I’m sorry to drag you into this again, Maier.” The man who spoke was a bald old man who looked like a college professor. He looked extremely tired. “But I really have no other choice. Five cases in a month! This is insane!”

“That’s what these guys are like, remember last year? It could go up to 10 cases a month.” Maier shook his head.

“Anyway, try to be prepared.”

“Okay.”

…

At the half-finished building, the sixth floor.

Red sparks slowly escaped from the corner of Lin Sheng’s mouth. His pale golden dragon eyes fixed on the silent strange figure.

“I’ve only been here once and you target me. Did you come specifically to see me? Or just by chance? Forget it. You don’t have to talk. I don’t want to hear it.” Lin Sheng’s claws flashed toward the man.

Lin Sheng’s hand suddenly strode over a few meters and slashed the man ruthlessly. But strangely, he didn’t touch anything.

The man was like a phantom, his figure rippled and then dispersed and disappeared.

“Huh?” Lin Sheng stopped and stood still. He clearly felt the physical presence of the man, but when he rushed over, he couldn’t touch it.

And then, the man’s figure reappeared a few meters away. The man stood there as if nothing had happened.

“Interesting…”

Lin Sheng walked slowly forward, approaching the man step by step, and stopped one meter away from the man.

The man did not aware of this dangerous distance and did not seem to care how close Lin Sheng was.

“You can’t talk?” Lin Sheng asked again.

The man remained silent.

*Boom!!*

A large cloud of dragon flames gushed out of Lin Sheng’s mouth, engulfing the man completely. There was a faint smell of burning in the air.

This time the man was no longer there.

Lin Sheng stood still and looked around. He no longer felt anything lingering around.

“Weird energy.” He had never been exposed to the kind of energy on the man.

It was not evil energy or the black smoke in the dream. This kind of energy seemed to be only perceptible when it was moving.

Lin Sheng checked all the corners, doors and windows, but was finally relieved after he found no more problems.

“There are so many mysteries in the world that I don’t know… If that energy develops, it can easily cause trouble.”

After locking the door and making sure that everything is fine, he took out the ritual paper that he had prepared in advance and put it on the ground.

In less than twenty minutes, everything was ready.

Seeing that the water was about to boil, Lin Sheng lit the oil lamp with a lighter.

In the standard summoning ritual, the initiators of the primary summoning would naturally arouse the spiritual and special forces.

As soon as Lin Sheng began to chant the initiator, he felt that his consciousness was being extracted and injected into the circle in front of him.

The oil lamp in the circle sent a thin wisp of smoke into the boiling water.

The thick water rippled and soon, water vapor rose from the water.

These vapors soon formed a big fog and shrouded Lin Sheng in it, making him gradually fall into a trance.

In front of his eyes, a huge red sphere of light slowly lit up. The sphere of light almost filled his entire field of vision.

Without hesitation, Lin Sheng’s consciousness quickly plunged into the sphere of light.

“Avoid the war? Rubbish!!”

“Coward! Trash!!”

“Pain! Useless!!”

“In the fight, the only thing you can rely on is yourself!”

It was an old and stern voice.

“No retreat! Attack! Crazy! Forget everything! Charge Forward! You can win!”

“Winning is everything!”

“The winner will be the king! Valgariah, from now on, you are the new Steel Lord! Heir to the blood of Fire Dragon!”

“The glory of the family for centuries rests on you alone.”

“Glory, history, power, will. All must win in the end!”

Lin Sheng opened his eyes. He was sitting in an ornate gold square study. In front of him stood a brown-haired young man with a handsome face, looking a little timid.

Although the young man was covered in armor, holding a sword in one hand and a sallet in the other, Lin Sheng could sense a strong fear in the young man’s eyes. The young man was in awe of him.

“Father…” said the young man in a low voice.

“Your will is too weak.” Lin Sheng heard himself speaking. The voice seemed to be the voice of the Steel Lord.

He suddenly realized that he was entering the resonant memory of the Steel Lord, and now he was the Steel Lord.

“But I don’t want to go to Synradel…” The young man summoned up his courage and argued.

“You must go! I’ve got everything ready for you. Now you’re as weak as a rabbit.”

“Yes… I got it…” The young man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.

Lin Sheng watched the young man turn around and walk out of the study. On the desk, he saw the Steel Lord clenching his seal slightly.

There was a document in front of him, and all he had to do was stamp it. But he hesitated.