Nightmare’s Call

Without needing to even look, Lin Sheng could feel a powerful, chilling force catching up to him.

He was not surprised, rather he was elated as he quickly ran all the way to the main door of the temple complex and leap outwards. As he rolled onto the ground, he swiftly got to his feet and continued running.

Soon, he was well beyond the general vicinity of the temple complex. Only then did he turn back to look.

The Night Lord stood by the main door of the temple and did not exit the place as he calmly fixed his amethyst eyes on him.

“Of course! There is a territorial restriction with him as well!” Lin Sheng was sure of it.

As long as there was a restriction, no matter how strong the foe was, he could wear them dead!

He estimated the distance between him and the Night Lord. About a dozen meters… At that range, he had no effective offensive measures. For most people, ten meters would be very close, but in order to unleash Lin Sheng’s full force, ten meters was too great a distance, five was more like it.

Lin Sheng then stepped forward as he picked up a rotten log and flung it violently. The log smashed against the Night Lord’s intricate black armor and a thud later, it fell and rolled away.

Yet, the Night Lord still stood there motionlessly by the door.

Lin Sheng then continued trying as he picked up all sorts of things to throw at him. But no matter what he did, the Night Lord did not react.

Emboldened, he got closer, about five meters away.

*Whoosh!!*

As he opened his mouth, he spewed a mouthful of dragon’s breath towards the Night Lord.

The dark crimson flame quickly engulfed the lower half of the door as the extreme heat started charring the frame and the surface.

He then saw the Night Lord simply blocking the flames, and took a step forward.

*Ugh.*

Lin Sheng’s vision faded to black, and he lost consciousness once again.

With a creak he got up from his bed, panting and looking horrible.

“That’s me screwing up by relying too much on experience. The Steel Lord was bound by a magic circle and could not leave the Warrior’s Guild, but the Night Lord may not be bound by the same rules.” He took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regulate himself.

“No issues, I still have some ideas!”

After calming himself down, he lay down and continued to meditate.

And a day later, Lin Sheng made a few phone calls as he got his disciple, Adolf to procure the items that he needed.

Then he got out of the house and headed straight to the warehouse in the suburb where all the items were stashed.

This time around, he planned to fight the Night Lord head-on.

That night, Lin Sheng brought in a big tank of petrol into the dream and started pouring petrol into the hall. But before he could manage a good amount, he was caught by the Night Lord from afar and was reduced to a pile of diced meat.

On the fourth night, Lin Sheng brought in a high-powered sniper rifle that Adolf procured, and had it set up on the street outside of the temple complex before luring the Night Lord out. But before he could even pull the trigger, he was reduced to paste the moment he saw the Night Lord.

Then came the fifth, sixth and seventh attempts…

Day after day, Lin Sheng tried all sorts of methods to kill the Night Lord. But no matter what he came up with, the moment he within a ten-meter-radius of the Night Lord, he would be killed instantly.

Lin Sheng had no idea how, where, or what actually killed him.

Luckily for him, he could simply enter the dream the next day after his death without needing to wait any longer. Or else, the waiting period would have wasted so much time.

…

The twelfth day.

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes as he once again stood before the temple complex. On his body was that familiar PJs.

“Twelve days already, huh…” He sighed. It was definitely the most times he had died so far. His previous death tolls were nowhere close even when they were added together.

“But no problem.” Lin Sheng’s gaze sharpened. “This time, I’ll definitely take him out…”

He lifted his head as he looked towards the darkness inside the hall.

At the edges of the place, packets of explosives of all sorts were placed all over somehow. And alongside the explosives were a large number of petrol barrels and metallic powder barrels.

*Plop.*

Lin Sheng pulled apart the collar of his pajamas, revealing his toned musculature.

“Five kilograms of this explosive charge is enough to topple a building and I’ve prepared seventy-five for you!”

“Come!”

He bit onto the red cords coiled around this waist. This cord was the detonation cord, purposely made to detonate the explosives. He had replicated all of the explosives that he borrowed into the dream. Even when replicated, the explosives could still be used in real life and would not go missing.

That would avoid any problems for Adolf as well since to the outside world, he had simply borrowed the materials for research purposes.

As he held his head and chest up high, Lin Sheng made his way into the hall with a cold gaze in his eye.

It was for this moment that he had resorted to being a hermit in the warehouse.

“Argh!!! Come! Come and kill me!!”

Lin Sheng’s body grew as he activated his half-dragon form, his pajamas torn by his expanding muscle as packets upon packets of high explosive charges were wrapped all around him.

As he screamed, he lit the detonation line up while charging into the hall.

As for where the Night Lord was, he did not care. No matter where he was, however, he would definitely be within the temple complex.

Lin Sheng screamed at the top of his lungs as he disappeared deep into the temple.

And a moment later, the entire temple complex lit up. Following that was a thunderous explosion that woke the entire city up.

The main door and the windows of the temple blasted out as globs of crimson flame spew out from the inside of the temple.

*Boom!!!*

Another thunderous explosion blasted out from within the temple complex as the massive monumental building, which had stood for who knew how long, finally met its end and collapsed ignominiously into a heap of rubble.

Clouds upon clouds of black smoke rose from the ruins like a bundle of cotton balls, yet at the same time, it was like the dark clouds in the sky as crimson light flashed within them.

The smoke ended up engulfing a radius of at least ten meters wide from the temple as secondary explosions continued, sending out blistering heat and shockwaves all over.

Lin Sheng slowly got up from the madness. He only saw the Night Lord at the very last moment. The bugger was standing there as always motionlessly as he stared at the portrait of a lady.

Without any hesitation, Lin Sheng dashed straight toward him, and halfway through, he lost his consciousness, clearly slain at that point.

“While I did die, the Night Lord should be heavily wounded or at least somewhat wounded. Let’s head in again tonight to check. I don’t believe that such a huge amount of explosives would not be able to kill a councillor-class monster!”

A councilman meant he was at least a Six-winger. Being a Six-winger meant one was extremely powerful, but that did not mean that they were invincible. They, too, had a limit to what they could endure.

Modern explosives were not just simple tools of flaming death, the killer component was actually the blast waves. The thousand-odd degrees Celcius heat was but a sideshow to the concussive power of explosives.

So, as long as the Night Lord was not immune to physical attacks, he would definitely have suffered damage!