Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 302: Form: Part 3

Lin Sheng was a little startled. It turned out that this was the true strength of the Darksiders.

After coming out of the mysterious realm of the school, Lin Sheng returned to the dormitory. But the thought of the powerful weapons that his instructor mentioned filled his mind. The floating battleships, dark-energy cannons, active sniper rifles, various biochemical weapons, highly toxic weapons and all.

The three mysterious realms had developed many powerful weapons for the Ashen World. This was one reason they could push back against the Realm of the Damned.

Closing the dormitory door behind him, Lin Sheng took off his jacket and put the things down. He placed the Hearts of the Damned that Auldmandiller bought him and the other two items he had chosen on the table, looking at them quietly.

“If what Teacher said is anything to go by, absorbing the Heart of the Damned using the dark energy will strengthen my physique. This will be a natural potentiating potion. It produces no side effects.”

Lin Sheng sat on the chair, extended his hand, and gently pressed on a Heart of the Damned. Still worried about his overly feeble body and overloaded by the holy power, he thought it a good idea to try out these two things. He was eager to find out their effects.

A thin green thread rose from the surface of the heart, connecting to the position where Lin Sheng’s palm touched. In that instant, a cool and soft power slowly flowed out of the heart into Lin Sheng’s hand.

“It feels comfortable… No! Something’s in there!” Lin Sheng paused. He felt a large, chaotic and crazy consciousness in the heart. He suddenly thought of a possibility. “This is… Could it be the soul of the owner of this heart?”

In the real world, few people could perceive the soul force. And that was why people from the Sect of Thousand Graces had dared to release the shades and put the soul vessels in the most conspicuous places. And now, he felt the residual soul this heart.

Suddenly, he saw in the dark green heart a cloud of dark smoke curling up in the corner. Sad faces appeared from time to time in the smoke as if they had noticed Lin Sheng peer at them.

The instant the cloud of smoke raised what might be its head and looked at Lin Sheng, a biting chill rushed into him. Lin Sheng’s heart missed a beat.

The smoke burst forth violently with a deafening roar, penetrating through his hand into his body. Following that, chaotic images poured into his mind.

Lin Sheng saw a powerful giant who was at the limit of Six Wings. Together with his legions, the giant was blown into pieces by many crystal cannons. He saw the depressive sorrow, anger, and fear. Together, these negative energies made these souls dangerous—far more harmful than what he had thought. Lin Sheng had no time to think as the soul was quick. The smoke had entered his mind in just a split second.

In the dark gray space, a huge gray cyclops stood up before Lin Sheng. It was a cyclops. The cyclops roared with his head lowered. He reached his huge hand in one fell swoop, trying to grab Lin Sheng’s head. He roared so hard as if he had exhausted his last drop of strength. “Destruction! Death! Ashes!”

In that moment of life and death, a pure white light exploded inside Lin Sheng’s soul. The light expanded, transforming into threads and piercing through the void as if they were connected with something out there.

In front of a red building, the Steel Lord wearing a blood armor gently lowered the child in his hand. He then looked in the direction of Miga. Just then, a black emblem glowing in a white light appeared on the side of his face.

Meanwhile, at the top of a skyscraper, Khadula swung her legs on the edge of the top of the building. She was lying on her back, reading a blue book in her hand. She straightened up suddenly when a black emblem that emanated a white light appeared on the side of her face.

…

In the sanctum of Xylond, the Night Lord sat on a chair, his head resting on his hand. Jolted out of his sleep, he opened his eyes and sat up straight when a pure white light flickered in his amethyst-like eyes.

“So the moment has come.” A black emblem, with dazzling white light glowing on the edge, appeared on the side of his face. “Take it, my strength.”

…

Lin Sheng gazed at the pair of giant hands smashing down at him. He instinctively opened his mouth and a silent roar exploded from his mouth. Immediately, countless white threads rose behind him. The threads formed a circle and then went up in flame in the air, like a huge torch fire wrapping around his body.

A little black spot appeared in the torch fire after a soft “ding” sound. Following that, a jade-like, flawless hand extended out from the black spot and gently touched on the giant hand of the cyclops. Then, everything came to a standstill.

A second later… No, perhaps a minute later, the frozen body of the cyclops slowly turned into ash. The ash was not black but gray. While this happened, the jade hand disintegrated. It turned into white light spots and then dissipated to expose Lin Sheng standing in place.

As the gray space around Lin Sheng flickered, the scene returned to become the school dormitory.

“This… this is…” Lin Sheng held out his hand, his body frail and shivering as if he was overly tired. At that instant, he felt he had touched something. Sensing the deadly threat, his instinct had triggered every self-defense mechanism to protect himself. And he had unwittingly borrowed the power of all his summoned creatures in that short time.

The souls of the summoned creatures were the soul of the summoner. So when a threat arose, the summoner would recall his soul powers to protect himself. It was an instinctual conditioned reflection.

What Lin Sheng did not expect was that he had not only recalled his soul power but also the power of his three commanders. Khadula was the weakest among them. But her strength as a Five-Winger was formidable. The combined strength had produced an explosive power. It came as a surprise. Lin Sheng did not know what happened. He felt like he had reached an unprecedented height, a realm that he could never imagine before.

Spacetime came to a standstill. Everything was frozen in place. Lin Sheng was the only person unaffected by the phenomenon. He reached out his hand, and it was clear who was the winner of this battle before his fingers even had touched the palm of the cyclops. The soul of the dying giant hiding inside the heart disintegrated, and the gray space collapsed.

Lin Sheng panted. He checked the condition of his three commanders at once, and to his relief, while they were anemic, they showed no other abnormalities.

After his breathing normalized, Lin Sheng glanced at the two hearts on the table instinctively. His pupils contracted. Following his gut feeling, Lin Sheng reached out and pressed his hand on the second Heart of the Damned. Like he had expected it, the heart was empty inside. But he could feel a stream of the purest soul power poured into his hand along the green threads.

“Is the soul of the second heart destroyed? Collateral damage?” He could not imagine what had happened.