Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 407: Overwhelming: Part 3

“King, these are all the dark spirit beads we have gathered. Please take a look,” Djall reported, bowing his head.

“It’s unnecessary. I trust you all.” Lin Sheng did not need to look. He already knew how many dark spirit beads were on the stone plate in just a glance, thanks to his power mind power.

As the saying went, “there is no fish when the water is clear”. If he wanted these dark spirits to help him deal with the triviality, he must not be too calculative about a few missing beads. Let his men enjoy some leftovers.

“Thank you for your trust in us, my King,” Djall said. “Besides, a thousand strong dark spirit forces have reached the Blood Forest of the Gorefiends. Among them are two generals.”

“The purpose of their visit is to return to the Gorefiends.”

Lin Sheng clenched his fist and the dark spirit beads soared and flew toward him. “Let them go to the Gorefiends.” He made the beads stay in the air, then he purified and ingested them.

A white light rose from the stone plate holding the dark spirit beads. The dark spirit beads were being purified and releasing black smoke. The released holy power rose in the air. When all the pure soul power gathered, they formed a stream that flowed into Lin Sheng’s chest.

All the dark spirit beads on the stone plate, including the largest one, had vaporized into soul power, which then was absorbed into Lin Sheng’s chest.

He could feel his soul power had increased about one-tenth in strength. As small as it might seem, it was already very powerful for him now.

Djall Demonhand reported that some small tribes of dark spirit had come to him to pledge their allegiance.

“Accept all of them for now. Select only the elites of the great dark spirit. The rest would have to depend on their potential,” Lin Sheng commanded. The great dark spirit was those about to step into the realm of Darkspirit General.

“Understood.” Djall Demonhand instantly comprehended what Lin Sheng’s intention was.

“By the way, is there a record of other dark spirit caves in Caerphabor?” Lin Sheng did not find any records from the Demonhand Family. Perhaps he had overlooked it, so he asked again.

“My King, a dark spirit cave is an isolated, mysterious realm. We have never communicated with the others. If you need to find other caves, we usually go through the ceremonial passage,” Djall Demonhand said.

“Then why am I only connected here when I open a sacrifice ceremony in the real world?” He did not care if they knew he came from the real world where the Pearl Ocean and Miga were. He was more concerned about finding ways to the other dark spirit caves.

“That’s because of the different ritual structure and symbols, and the energy supplied,” Djall Demonhand answered.

“If I remember it correctly, a library in the black tower had the records of the rituals connecting to the other dark spirit caves.”

“Find it for me,” Lin Sheng said.

“Aye!”

…

In the Sanctum’s Resplendence Bureau in Henricqal, Miga.

“The genius royal family of the Seal? The Empress of the Linwei Family?”

Margaret wore a silver half armor, the tight-fitting design perfectly accentuating her round and full breasts and small waist.

She was the person in charge of the Sanctum’s Resplendence Bureau. Her brows were knitted together now. Had she not watched the footage, she thought it might be April Fool’s Day, and that her subordinates were just joking.

Unfortunately, the surveillance footage showed that the Empress of the Linwei Family was a Seal genius. During the test, the ugly empress took only two days to seal an Oppressive-class monster.

What was more terrific was that the monster she had sealed was not that picky about the location. That meant if she could seal monsters into anything she liked; it did not matter what material it was. Even if it was just a glass bead, she could seal a Four-winged, Oppressor-class monster in it.

The empress had just done that during the experiment, and her method—blood sprinkling—was simple as well as crude.

Margaret tapped her hand on the table; she was in a dilemma. Since heading the Resplendence Bureau, the intelligence service that screened the Sanctum members, she had unconscionably developed this habit.

“If we recruit her, Henricqal may face tremendous pressure not only from the three mysterious realms but also from the Sevenlocks Tower.”

Margaret, an aristocrat from Olro, knew very well the importance of the Seal ability in the realm of dark energy. It was the best way for the Darksiders to capture and study the monsters of the Ashen World. For the Sevenlocks Tower, that ability was dangerous.

In theory, the Seal ability could even stop an apex Six-winger as long as the bloodline was thick and strong enough.

“How troublesome.” Margaret decided to report the problem. Unlike other departments, she was empowered to talk directly with the branch master, Tenko Kasumi. It was Lin Sheng who gave her this direct reporting privilege before he went away.

After thinking for a moment, Margaret picked up the landline phone and dialed Tenko Kasumi’s residence.

Since satellite communication was under strong interference, Henricqal had begun to upgrade its communication infrastructure with the help from the workshops of Baine University. This was to prevent overreliance on satellites. Everyone began to switch to using short-range, strong-signal mobile phones. At the same time, residential houses would install landline to reduce interference to the minimum.

The phone rang, but there was no answer.

“No one’s picking up?” Margaret waited until the line went dead automatically. If it was not for a phone call to Tenko Kasumi earlier, she would have thought Lin Sheng had given her a fake number.

“How troublesome! I think I will leave it to itself and wait for Seagal to come back.” She made that decision after failing to find Teko Kasumi.

What about discussing the matter with other top people of the Sanctum? It was not a good idea, Margaret figured. She had put a lid on the news of the arrival of the Empress Linwei. The more people knew it, the quicker the intel would leak. By then, the whole of Henricqal would be under pressure.

Just when Margaret was upset about the Empress of Linwei, an old friend of Tenko Kasumi had arrived by teleportation in a haze-shrouded, abandoned supermarket on the border of Henricqal.

A black whirlpool silently opened in the space between a few shelves that had collapsed. An old man, face stone-cold, wearing a white robe emerged from the whirlpool. He landed gently with a green light flashing in his hand. A dark green crystal staff materialized and stood erect on the floor.

“Azem, haven’t you arrived yet?”

“I’ve been waiting for a while.”

A black figure emerged from the warehouse of the supermarket. The man’s voice sounded as if it was bouncing around aimlessly.

“Just the two of us?” The old man frowned. “Does Miss Lingsha provide any additional support? You should know I suffered humiliation under Tenko Kasumi last time.”

The black figure chuckled. “Of course, I know. Tenko Kasumi is the real deal, but why do you think the three mysteries realms have been so afraid of me all this while? Do you really think the Sevenlocks have been going up there all by themselves?”

“So what is that?” The old man was puzzled. Without the war, he had no chance to know about these secrets. He found it strange the last time but was too lazy to find out what it was about. Since the black figure was talking about it now, he did not mind asking.

“It’s simple.” The man named Azem raised and opened his hand. “Here it is.” Sitting in his palm was a cube of purple, red, and white.