Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 394: The Darkspirit Gate: Part 2

Lin Sheng took the bead and tucked it into his pocket like he had done it a thousand times over.

He stopped poaching and glanced up at the sea of dark spirits. While they were still undisturbed, Lin Sheng needed a place to hide. He found a dead spot in the wall’s corner. It was a narrow L-shape recess where he could hide and the dark spirits would only spot him.

“Before figuring it out the situation, I’d better stay here.” He stayed inside the narrow recess and tried to contact Token Kasumi, who was on the other side of the tunnel. It surprised him that it was easier than what he thought. As the cave was situated at the intersection of many gaps, it allowed him to connect with Token Kasumi instantly.

“These fissures are connected with the other side? It is no wonder those dark spirits could respond so quickly to the summoners.” Lin Sheng realized.

Now, he had found a hiding place. Except for the tunnel, he had also figured out which fissures he could use to return to the real world. Using Token Kasumi and a bunch of commanders as coordinates, he suddenly realized that he had more fissure choices than he had thought. With the return route set, Lin Sheng glanced up at the dark spirits in the cave and reached out his claw.

He did not hunt these dark spirits at first because he wanted to observe their movement and life. From his observation, he found that these dark spirits did not always stay nice and safe. When they communicated with the otherworld, they would face dangers. Many were pulled to the other side and had never come back again. The beings on the other side attacked and destroyed these dark spirits.

Lin Sheng had figured that the non-battle loss of the dark spirits was very high. The dark spirit distribution was so arranged that the strong ones were staying at the top and the weak ones at the bottom. So the higher the altitude, the more powerful the dark spirits were.

There were occasional interactions among the dark spirits, but it was not in the way Lin Sheng had imagined it. During interactions, they would extend a tentacle or threads, tangling together in a silent mental talk. No sound. Only those quarrelling would make sounds and guard against each other.

“It is an amazing place.” Lin Sheng hid in the dead spot in the wall’s corner. The hemispherical hiding hole prevented him from being seen by the dark spirits.

While he was observing the dark spirits outside, a frail dark spirit that looked like cotton candy approached him.

“Hello, could you help me?” The dark spirit asked in earnest.

“What’s going on? You look wrecked,” Lin Sheng replied, speaking in Deviltongue.

“I had encountered a nasty fissure. Inside was a strange energy that I very much hated. By accident, I inhaled too much air from the other side and now feel terrible.” The dark spirit was frank as it told Lin Sheng its problem.

Lin Sheng realized what it was about. It was probably the holy power he had purposely left behind in the tunnel.

“That’s all right. I can heal you.” He let out a gentle smile at the dark spirit. “It’s safe here. Not many fissures here nor disturbance from the other dark spirits.”

The dark spirit was hesitant. But then it still drifted toward him. Its energy was at least three times stronger than what Lin Sheng had. But it looked like modelling clay now–distorted as it moved. Extending out its tentacles like a squid, it said, “I’m helpless… help me…”

The dark spirit appeared friendly on the outside but evil on the inside. It drifted into the dead spot where Lin Sheng was hiding and never came back out again.

No other dark spirits gave a damn where it had gone. The old individuals would die and new ones rose in numbers, emerging from all over the cave.

Not long after, another dark spirit drifted into Lin Sheng’s hiding hole. Like the first one, this dark spirit disappeared there silently. Following that, dark spirits unknowingly wandered in Lin Sheng’s direction, one after another. Some of them tried to approach Lin Sheng as they drifted by. But it was meaningless. They vanished as soon as they came near Lin Sheng.

As more and more dark spirits disappeared, Lin Sheng successfully instructed Token Kasumi to establish a reverse connection through another fissure. Using a communication sacrifice ritual, Lin Sheng helped Token Kasumi open a tunnel near where he was. He then went back to the real world, turned the dark-spirit beads he had collected into Rock Dragon blood, absorbed it before returning to his hiding hole.

The other dark spirits thought Lin Sheng was pounding the Darkspirit General’s side. Never did they know what the consequences would be once Lin Sheng succeeded. Or perhaps they had noticed it but just did not care.

As the number of disappearing dark spirits increased, Lin Sheng began to tackle the immediate surroundings near the dead spot. Like fishing, he lured the dark spirits to him and turned them into beads. He then returned to the research laboratory every once in a while to transform the beads into Rock Dragon blood and soul power.

Gradually, the number of lowly dark spirits dwindled. This had caught the attention of the higher-order dark spirits. They drifted towards the dead spot where Lin Sheng was. More dark spirits vanished, and the incessant hunting began to boost Lin Sheng’s strength. His bloodline and soul power went into an explosive stage of growth.

He had come the limit of Six Wing in his soul power, gradually approaching the level of Palatinate. It was not the enlightenment of the realm and level, just raw power and strength.

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In the real world, a convoy of powerful Darksiders from the Moon Basin had come to Henricqal while Lin Sheng was in solitude. If the convoy came a month earlier, the strength of the top people of the Sanctum in Henricqal might still be not quite there yet.

Unfortunately, they had chosen to delay, negotiating compensation with the Sanctum through satellite communication.

One month later, the Sanctum had added three more apex Six Wingers to its upper echelon and a dozen more Five-Wing patrol chiefs to its middle rung. Not only that, suppressor-class elites had increased by over twenty people, and the holy power concentration in the font had reached an astonishing level.

The purification force field generated by the natural dissipation of the Holy Power Font, combined with the large number of priests who cultivated the Holy Power made the entire city of Henricqal covered in the air of divine power.

The potent energy of the holy power had almost suppressed the other energies in existence. As soon as the convoy arrived at Henricqal, the high energy concentration of holy power knocked their socks off. It was almost like a torture to them. After settling their business, they left like greased lightning.

Henricqal had a massive self-circulation technology, knowledge for self-sufficiency and a perfect ecosystem. It was because of this technology that the three mysterious realms and a few others had survived in a closed environment to this day.