Nightmare’s Call

544 Closing In: Part 2

Numerous clerics had learned how to use the Holy Path when they received that information through their comms.

Those wounded warriors, soon, were teleported back to the medical zone through the Holy Path, getting their injuries fixed.

The Holy Path could only be activated once every half an hour. It drew a lot of energy, and the load on the sacred crystal font was high.

One of the Holy Paths shot past the Night Lord straight into the one-eyed giant. As soon as the white light hit the skin of the giant, the Dark Tide devoured all of it.

The Night Lord held his golden sword upside down, black and gray battle scars everywhere on his armor. In exchange for all that, the one-eyed giant had one arm missing as well as large and small holes in its chest. However, these holes were healing rapidly.

“That’s why I hate the trash monsters like this. They could self-heal faster than I could kill!”

Already dog-tired, seeing things like this made the Night Lord feel that things were not looking up. He should have gone back to his original to get some insurance. If he ever had to deal with such a nasty monster again next time, he had better get his will written beforehand; he thought.

“A few more of this, I might as well buy myself a grave and lie inside there for good.”

He lifted the two holy power long swords in his hands.

Dawnbreak, realm suppression, and all that sh*t were not going to work on this big thing. The only way was to smash it as hard as could. The reason was that this guy did not seem to have any weak spots. It was essentially a monster made up of energy and materials. The only way to kill it was to destroy it completely on the material composition level.

“Shadow Dragon Whisker!”

As the Night Lord spun around, tentacles, gray and semi-transparent, shot out of his back into the surroundings to get a firm grip of the earth.

Just then, the one-eyed giant had raised its hand in the air, traveled for a thousand meters in the air, and then smashed down on the two holy swords that the Knight Lord parried in front of him.

The swords shattered upon impact, into shards of pure, holy light. The powerful impact sent the Night Lord flying out backward. But the whiskers were acting like a giant safety net. As he flew backward, the whiskers, planted deep into the earth, slowed down his movement before he came to a complete stop, and then rebounded.

Helped by a burst of holy power in his body and the connection to the Tidal Gate, the rebound released endless dark-shadow energy.

The space behind the Night Lord seemed to have brought out a vast piece of the night sky, in the darkness of which were bright white stars.

He flew forward, at ten times the speed of sound, and traveled a thousand meters in just a fraction of a second, pierced through the chest of the one-eyed giant with a sword in-built into the armor.

The sword penetrated the one-eyed giant’s chest and exited through its back along with the Night Lord, who then turned in the air and came back to his original position with lightning speed.

As soon as the Night Lord stopped and before he could catch his breath, he saw the bloody wound healed again.

“F*ck!” As cultivated as he was, he could not help but swear.

“What should I do to kill this thing?” He was in despair.

Not only he could not kill the thing, but he also needed to keep his ears and eyes open in case the thing decided to slap him again. That was how he got all those bruises on his body.

“I will die if this goes one.” The Night Lord looked around in despair.

No one could help him or share his burden, except himself. Fortunately, he had destroyed the four spiral columns earlier. Otherwise, it was hard to tell what was going to happen.

Legend-class could only be against Legend-class. It was not just because of the problem of class strength but also because even the apex Palatinates, with all their power released at the same time, could only inflict some surface damage to the one-eyed giant.

Even if they could pierce through its skin, it would not go beyond the surface layer before the momentum died down. Only maniacs like Lin Sheng and the Night Lord, who had unlimited power access and could not care about exhaustion, could fight against the one-eyed giant.

Had this happened to the other Palatinates, the Tidal Gate would have overloaded them before they could wear down the monster by attrition.

As the Night Lord and others found themselves struggling in the battle, Shermanton, the first holy city where the Sanctum HQ was located, was getting its first Blacktide attack.

…

A massive swarm of two-headed black eagles was the biggest challenge Shermanton faced right now. The over fifty-meter-tall city walls of Shermanton were keeping most of the Blacktide water on the outside. Those black water slashed inside the city would be purified and neutralized by the holy power particles, which was unique to the holy city.

There were many terrestrial monsters coming from the Blacktide, but the many Palatinates in Shermanton had taken care of that. They just needed to guard two sides of the city. But the trouble was airborne.

Tens of millions of two-headed black eagles, each at least two-meter long, had appeared in the sky. These black eagles did not fear the lower-strength purification of the holy power because they had a high-resistant feather. Regular fire, explosion, electric current, and toxins would not work on them.

The only way now was getting into a dogfight with them. Clerics rose into the air and physically engaged and killed these two-headed black eagles.

Just as the Paladins were in the fight with these birds, people were gathered in the isolation zone. Hanyu and Nisse were nervously looking out of the city, just like many others did. But all they saw and heard came from the temporary projection screen hanging on a higher point, telling them the real-time situation of the battle.

“Did history not say that this Blacktide outbreak would go away without a problem? How did a small-scale battle worsen into a large-scale, all-out war?”

Hanyu had too many questions in his mind now. He was starting to doubt what he had seen in history. Perhaps someone might have altered the historical records that he read.

“If it is a catastrophic disaster, then perhaps, this is the safest place on earth…” While he was thinking, he could not help turning his head to glance toward Lin Xiao’s house.

“Let’s hope that everything is fine. It took us quite a trouble to rub shoulders with the Night Matriarch, I cannot afford to let the bottom fall out just like this.”

…

Lange, the Night Patriarch, was standing at the doorway of his café, looking into the sky. The swarm of two-headed black eagles seemed to be eager to come down.

“So, sitting at home isn’t that safe, after all. Meteorites may strike on the head any time.” He put on his white gloves. He had no choice but to do it.

“Whatever, it is still the city my future brother-in-law is guarding. I might as well give him a hand.”

“Dongmen.”

As he stepped forward, a large dark mouth that opened under his feet swallowed him, and he vanished on the spot.

Without warning, the swarm of two-headed black eagles in the sky above Shermanton started to shrivel and turned into gravel. No one knew what had happened. No one knew who did this. They just knew those monsters were dying.