Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 541 The Great War: Part 5

“I know nothing about drawing power from the Tidal Gate. All I have is this red-hot thing.” The Steel Lord raised up his door sheet-wide broadsword, which glowed so hot that it sizzled.

He timed it before lunging out. An explosion of fire broke out behind him, thrusting him down to the massive thing in the black water. A massive twisting force field of Palatinate-level forced out the black water in the surroundings, exposing the massive thing in the water.

It was a beetle, oval-shaped with countless spikes and legs. Its back was as smooth as a mirror, head looking like a spider, with a lot of compound eyes and hideous mouthparts. As if it had sensed the searing heat above, the hundred-meter-wide giant beetle looked up and shrilled viciously. Spider silks shot out from its body toward the Steel Lord.

“Idiot! You should have learned to be humble before the flame!”

The Steel Lord was in midair when his body glowed even more intensely. A second later, he had plunged into the black water, vaporizing the spider silks, black water, and everything around him. Meanwhile, his broadsword struck the beetle on its shell with a loud vibrating sound.

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Protect…

Protect…

Protect…

A word was reverberating in Lin Sheng’s head. The voice was ringing in his mind as if it would brainwash him. He had lost track of time how long it had been.

One, two, five, or ten years? He could not remember.

When a loud enough voice that disturbs your thinking kept repeating in your head for ten years, any normal person will probably be brainwashed, neurotic, going insane, or losing his or her self-awareness to become a slave.

That was the price to pay for forming his divinity.

According to what the Golden Red Humanoid said, the all initial divine lives were consciousness formed by willpower. After years of repeated prayer, they formed consciousness. So every vague consciousness was revolving around prayer and desire. They instinctively exercised their core missions to get more and stronger willpower.

That was divinity. That was the price to pay to form divinity.

The so-called divine being was the person who unified the willpower of all living persons. It was the desire of the soul to transform the universe. They represented the consciousness of the soul.

Lin Sheng’s consciousness had become vague. He had persevered for three years, during which he could do nothing except listen to the voice, the concept reverberating in his head. Such consciousness was considered pervertedly powerful. But now, he could no longer stand it.

His consciousness gradually became vague and muddy after the voice bombarded him for three years. Tons of willpower about guardianship gradually penetrated into the depths of his soul. Willpower had combined with his vague consciousness of his soul. It started to transcend and change. It was a directional transcendence that existed forever. Willpower nourished his soul, his soul changed, and it gave birth to a higher power in the deepest part of him.

That was divinity.

“Hang in there!” Outside the Divine Pillar, the Golden Red Humanoid looked at Lin Sheng, feeling worried. Lin Sheng was still hibernating. But he knew Lin Sheng had come to his most critical moment.

If Lin Sheng was not careful, the voice of the willpower would wipe out all his consciousness, memories, and marking. Lin Sheng would become a beast acting on instinct with no intelligence. If that happened, it meant Lin Sheng would be reduced to a lower existence, like a genie in the lamp. It was precisely because the genie failed to transcend that it became a slave driven by willpower and served the human who called it.

“Once it fails, I will not live long enough to wait. So… press on!” The Golden Red Humanoid stared anxiously at Lin Sheng, who was shrouded in colorful light. “After this most dangerous stage, keep yourself in there, you will enter the conception stage…” He could do nothing but wait for Lin Sheng this time.

Inside the color light, pious faces appeared in the light streams, praying around Lin Sheng. His black hair fluttered amid the praying voices and a white chain formed in the void, binding his body. As time went by, the more chains surrounded him.

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The white saber had just slashed a five-meter-tall gargoyle in half at the waist.

On the sidewall of Henricqal.

Riding a Gorefiend, Adolf led a group of templars fighting on piles of monster corpses. Under the intense bombardment from the cannons earlier, corpses of monsters had piled up as high as a dozen meters, which was nearly as tall as the city wall.

Adolf waved his saber in his hand, fearlessly fighting with a group of gargoyles. The monsters around here differed from those at the other place. They appeared like humans, draped in gray hooded robes. Jutting out of the long sleeves of their robes were sharp nails that looked like claws. Their bodies were so tough that without the most powerful artillery, it was almost impossible to penetrate and shatter their bodies.

Many clerics, who were not as strong, could only stay on the wall, watching. Asides from releasing holy power to help the Oppressor-class powerful being to clean up the smaller monsters, they could do nothing else. It was in such helpless circumstances that Adolf arrived with his team of templars. These clerics had been struggling to hold the fort for over half an hour.

The artillery fires had killed over ten thousand gargoyles, but more of them were coming out of the black water. The battle started to wear down the templars. But before more reinforcements arrived, they could only press on. Fortunately, the purification force field of the holy city helped to calm their nervousness.

A gargoyle came from the side and crashed Adolf off his Gorefiend onto a pile of corpses not far away. Human blood and black water on the gargoyle smeared his armor, turning the white surface into dark red.

“Damn it!” Adolf broke his left arm, which was now dangling from his shoulder. Something bit his foot, exposing a large bloody wound. A few of his men, trying to rescue him, were quickly tied up with the monsters.

He would have to retreat after suffering this level of injury last time, but now, he was different. He summoned the power of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny in him.

A ripple spread throughout his body, his broken arm healed and his bitten foot recovered as if the injuries had not been there before. There was nothing unusual as if nothing had ever happened.