Nightmare's Call

Some of these people seemed to have just come out from their homes with their sleep gowns still on, some in a racing suit with a helmet, some looking confused with a turner in their hands.

“This is the place...” A young man, handsome, draped in a white cloak, looked up from among the crowd at Faldt in midair.

“I can’t believe it. We have arrived at this place so quickly from the border!” The one holding a turner looked stunned.

“It was just fixed-location teleportation,” an old voice spoke into everyone’s ears.

“Now, Faldt is right there ahead. Dear all holders of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny, it’s your decision and action now. The fate is in your hands!”

“He is spouting nonsense! They have brought us here already. Do we have other choices except do what he says?” a woman in a sleeping gown hissed.

“Since we are here, we all should know what this is all about. In fact, the Sacred Vessel of Destiny contains a heroic spirit. We just need to go near Faldt and activate the power, and we are done. The heroic spirits will take care of the rest.” A tall old man wearing sunglasses said in a low voice.

“No matter how, since we are here, that means you all know what it is about.”

Adolf glanced at him but said nothing. Looking at Faldt, who was still floating in the air, he suddenly felt homesick. He missed the elders in the sanctum, his praying buddies, and the Night Lord who lay on the bed still unwilling to get up.

“Let’s go. The Sacred Vessel will tell us who to summon the heroic spirit in us,” the sunglasses man said, leading the way toward Faldt.

The rest were silent as they followed him. But something puzzled Adolf. If these people’s claim of possessing the Sacred Vessel of Destiny was true, he should be able to resonate with them. He had one with him, after all. But he still had sensed nothing in them until now. What he could perceive was the energy of the Paragon of Destiny in them.

No matter how silly these people were, no one would want to risk their lives for the fun of it, Adolf thought. Probably they had something up their sleeves to conceal their scents. Who knows?

...

Thunder rolled inside the thick layer of cloud in the sky above the desert. The air was depressing and dreary.

An army of dark spirits was moving on the sandy terrain, some running and some flying as dark spirit warriors followed in the rear, charging toward the enemy formation on the other side of the desert. The desert legion was mostly in white, each soldier wearing an armor coated with some special power.

The army of the dark spirits was of a black and red combination. They were pure soul and physical lifeforms, forming a powerful multi-dimensional strike model. The dark spirit would take care of longer-range assault while the fairies would fight the close-quarters combat.

The soldiers in the desert, apart from their armor, were only slightly more powerful than ordinary humans. They were ordinary in their bodies as well as their souls. In the face of a multi-dimensional attack, they started to suffer high casualties and retreat.

Riding on the Gorefiend, Lin Sheng slowly moved straight into the battlefield. No dark spirits or anyone from the enemy soldiers could come near within ten meters from him.

On the dune right ahead, the Giant King brothers were engaging the mysterious, powerful being. The battle had been dragging on for a long time. After learning about the enemy, the Giant King brothers were more careful this time.

When the men with a gemstone inlaid on his chest reappeared, several figures who looked just as powerful emerged from the rear of the formation. These powerful beings had tiny slender green wings that looked like willow leaves on their backs. Their wings hang underneath, and when not in use, they did not look like they were part of their bodies.

Lin Sheng watched the battle with the Fairy Empress and the Sin Dragon Matriarch standing beside him, looking with calm faces at the Giant King brothers.

In the enemy’s camp, a few powerful souls gazed in confrontation with Lin Sheng’s side. When their eyes met Lin Sheng’s, they looked away and shrank back immediately as if having an electric shock.

“It’s too slow.” Lin Sheng looked over at Sin Dragon Matriarch, who nodded in agreement.

Coming from the Corpse Dragon race, an expert in spells and magic circles, Sin Dragon Matriarch had used her enchantment-type spell on Lin Sheng. Although she never succeeded, it still left a deep impression in Lin Sheng’s mind. Sin Dragon Matriarch stepped forward, a purple magic circle appeared and teleported her to the center of the battlefield.

As she emerged behind the powerful being, she held out her hand and tapped on the back of his head with her finger. A ring of purple light burst out and formed a seal of a complicated circle on the back of his head. The man felt his vision going dark and then dropped to the ground.

“Isn’t this easy?” She said, smiling at the Giant King brothers.

An ax was swung at her from behind all of a sudden, hitting Sin Dragon Matriarch in her waists and flinging her out before she landed on another sand dune a dozen meters away.

“Dumbass!” the Giant King sneered as he raised his fist, charging at the waking desert man. As the two force fields distorted the air and collided into each other, they set off a wave of sandstorm.

Flung into the sand dune, Sin Dragon Matriarch felt disgraced. Even her skirt was damaged. She went ballistic and flew out of the sand dune, her body expanding rapidly. She turned into a ten-meter giant dragon, on all four, roaring at the desert man.

Black with the body of a monitor lizard, the giant dragon had a pair of wings on her back. But they seemed to have degenerated, leaving behind what might look like two bone spurs protruding on her back. She opened her mouth and roared, spitting out a large amount of fine gray mist. Wherever the gray mist touched, the sand turned into gray stones and corpses into stone sculptures.

Two more figures flew out from behind the desert man, charging toward Sin Dragon Matriarch. Using the golden glow in their hands, they resisted the breath of petrifaction. The two joined the battle and surrounded her.

“With so many powerful beings, they really come prepared,” Lin Sheng said through his thick helmet.

He looked over his shoulder at Tenko Kasumi, signaling her to join the battle.

“I’m looking forward to it already.” Tenko Kasumi licked her lips, striding toward the battlefield.

After that, Lin Sheng stopped watching the battle. He instead looked westward into the distance. He had sensed a perturbation homologous to his peeping at the battle.

“Is it the final piece?” Lin Sheng grinned. “Attack with the main forces, Fairy Empress.”

“The battle is still ongoing. If we attack now, we might accidentally hurt our men.” The Fairy Empress cautioned.

“Just do what I say.” Lin Sheng was unfazed.

A loud, sharp sound came from behind him all of a sudden. Lin Sheng sensed a threat. Before he knew it, his force field was breached as a weapon had penetrated the gap in his Armor of Dawn.