Nightmare’s Call

Three days later.

The Caerphabor Darkspirit Cavern.

Djall Demonhand sat quietly on the chair outside the library. Aside from him, there were other dark spirit guards standing guard in the passageway outside the room.

Not too long later, a rip in the air was heard from the library.

Djall Demonhand looked up and quickly stood up.

Amid the rumbling, the library door opened slowly as Lin Sheng casually made his way out of it.

He seemed to be much different than before, as his body seemed to be glowing with white light, and his temperament and posture seemed much more indifferent than before.

“So return location was here again?” Lin Sheng looked at his surroundings to confirm that he was still within the Demonhand tribe’s great library.

He turned his gaze around and saw Djall Demonhand guarding the entrance.

“How long has it been since I left?” he asked directly.

“Master, it had been twenty carmine and sable cycles.”

The Carmine-Sable Cycles was a special timekeeping method of the dark spirit cavern. There was no sun or moon there, only day and night. The day was carmine, while the night was the sable veil. Twenty cycles meant that twenty days had passed, but for Lin Sheng, only three days had passed in reality.

“I had not paid attention to this earlier, but time seems to flow faster here, much faster than reality. It had only been three days in the real world, but twenty days had passed here.”

“And that means, staying here for seven to eight days would mean that only one day had passed in reality. A good deal!”

Lin Sheng was satisfied.

“All right, tell me, which part of the Caerphabor Cavern I’ve yet to clear out?” he flatly asked.

“There’s one last place, but Milord there is a marshal. I had originally intended to take over that land for you, Master, but…” Djall Demonhand said as he lowered his head in shame.

Lin Sheng guessed that this person had rushed over there with his name on the banner, only for a Darkspirit Marshal to appear, and not giving him any face.

So, he was beaten up without any hesitation.

“Bring me there.” Lin Sheng cut the nonsense short.

He had the right to cut to the chase now.

Djall Demonhand dared not to say anything more, and quickly send the order down using spirit magic before leading Lin Sheng away from the library back to the surface.

By the time they had reached the surface, three Darkspirit Generals alongside hundreds of elite dark spirits had been waiting in formation.

These were the foundation of the Demonhand tribe, and now they were also the foundation of Lin Sheng’s own domain.

“Master, please get on the horse. This is a mount we have prepared for you, it is Orga the Gorefiend.”

Djall Demonhand brought Lin Sheng a massive horse with a blood-like dark red body.

The giant horse seemed to be a type of dark spirit as it was covered in thick, menacing, razor-sharp armor.

From afar, the beast looked like it was covered from head to hoof in armor. The armor was thick, and there were barbs, spikes and blades all over its body.

It did not even look like a horse, and more like a terrifying war elephant!

Orga the Gorefiend quickly walked toward Lin Sheng’s front. It was calm, but its scarlet eyes were like a pair of searchlights as it calmly looked at Lin Sheng.

“Orga the Gorefiend? That name’s too long. You shall be called the Gorefiend from now on.” Lin Sheng gently reached out and stroke the mane of the beast-like warhorse. The latter did not mind.

It was strong, silent, like a silent active volcano that could unleash a terrifying amount of power at any moment.

Lin Sheng climbed up the saddle.

While this was his first time riding a horse, his strong control over his body allowed him to stabilize himself very quickly, as he firmly sat on the back of the horse like a mountain.

Djall Demonhand let out a sigh of relief behind them. He had after all spent a lot of effort to convince this horse.

Orga the Gorefiend was a great dark spirit of the same level as him, but the Gorefiend had been looking for a strong person in order to regain its former glory as a warhorse, unrivaled while it galloped across the battlefield.

Yet, it had never found a worthy person to be its rider. While it had found a few strong ones, most of their forms did not require amount. Until Lin Sheng appeared out of nowhere.

Hence, Djall Demonhand had tried all methods and finally thought of the best gift that suits a humanoid creature like Lin Sheng best.

He then brought his men toward the Gorewood and after a brutal battle, finally convinced Orga the Gorefiend and made the latter believe that there was a person of unprecedented strength here.

That resulted in the current situation.

The Gorefiend had acknowledged Lin Sheng, and Lin Sheng too had taken a liking to the Gorefiend and was even more satisfied with the Demonhand tribe.

It was a win-win situation.

At this very moment, the entire Demonhand tribe, under the leadership of their chieftain, Djall Demonhand moved out toward the last dark spirit domain in the cavern, the Black Gear Tower.

It was the tallest building the Caerphabor Cavern, and it was also the only building there. At the same time, it was also the oldest landmark of the entire cavern.

After arriving, Lin Sheng and the rest stood about hundreds of meters away as they looked at the tower.

The tower was hexagonal and was black throughout. The bottom was wider as it spiraled and tapered toward the top.

“We dark spirits have extraordinary knowledge and power, yet we were never keen to construct buildings,” Djall Demonhand said as he looked at the Black Gear Tower with a complicated gaze as he explained.

“It’s because the dark spirit world will undergo a massive tectonic movement every once in a while, and when this happens, the land will quake and roil, and every building will be damaged or collapse. So, we can only protect a small number of buildings as storage space.”

“But this Black Gear Tower is different, it had survived many catastrophes without a scratch. We had tried to study and unravel its secrets but it ended up in failure as we were unable to cut a single chip out of the black tower.”

Lin Sheng nodded, expressing understanding.

Djall Demonhand then took a deep breath. “Then, master, let’s head in there. The last of the resisting Darkspirit Marshal and his tribe, the Vilesin tribe are there. What they specialize in is the ability to afflict corrosive poison, an ability rarely seen among the dark spirits. As they had occupied this indestructible black tower, that Darkspirit Marshal has never been—”

*Trot, trot.*

Lin Sheng suddenly rushed ahead, interrupting Djall Demonhand mid-speech.

The Gorefiend’s massive hooves stepped heavily against the ground, sending loud quaking claps all over.

Lin Sheng was clad in a set of heavy white armor, even his head was wrapped under a menacing helmet, with the heavy protruding spikes all over his armor complementing the Gorefiend as if they were of a single entity.

“Those who have never felt power before are doomed to forever live in dreams.”

Lin Sheng slowly held his hand out, as his wide palm was aimed toward the black tower in the distance.

“Wake up and face reality…”

He then gently clenched his fist.

A formless distortion slowly spread out like a ripple in all directions with Ling Sheng as the epicenter.

The distorted flame then shot into the sky in a pyroclastic spiral as the dark red cavern wall in the sky started to crack.

*Hah…*

Without nary a sound…

A large pillar of pure white light smashed through the cavern’s sky and as it engulfed the entire black tower calmly and without a sound.

The massive pillar of light was gentle and bright and was extremely pure and holy.

At a glance, people would think of peace, quiet, sanctity, and purity.

However, the holy light was as good as a poison against the thousands of dark spirits living in the black tower.

The moment the pillar of light made landfall, tens of thousands of dark spirits wailed as black smoke blasted out of their body, reducing them into pure dark spirit beads as they fell onto the ground.

Only a very small number of elites with the rank Darkspirit Generals and above managed to hold on as their body felt like they were being boiled alive.

They endured pain beyond description, as they looked on at Lin Sheng in the distance with a baleful gaze, wishing they could devour his flesh and tear his soul apart.

Lin Sheng imposing, muscular body was clad within his heavy pure white armor while his face was covered by his helmet, no one knew what his expression was. Only his golden eyes stared calmly at the black tower as his eyes were focused on the light pillar engulfing the black tower.

Djall Demonhand behind him was terrified as he shuddered, and dared not make a single sound.