Nightmare's Call - Chapter 457
Chapter 457: Moving Forward: Part 2
The ripples brought it with it a powerful shockwave, and in an instant, Kaiser was pushed back by the shockwave.
“Spellword—Resilience.
“Spellword—Spirit Tether.
“Spellword—Suffocation.
“High-level Killing Intent Shackle.
“High-level Death Gaze.
“Ultimate Blade of Immolation.”
As Faldt chanted a series of maledictions, a large number of auras radiated from him.
Simultaneously, all kinds of magical effects blasted out of Kaiser’s body.
Binding, Soul Suppression, Death Gaze, Ultra-high-temperature fire damage, suffocation, mental shock, and the like.
A series of powerful spells that normal high-level Darksiders would need a day to prepare were like little tricks to Faldt, as he cast them instantaneously using Spellwords.
By the time Kaiser recovered, he only managed to ward off two of them but not the rest as layers upon layers of magical effects caught him in the perfect restraint, and turned into a grayish-black orb that he could not resist.
*Bamm!!*
Without wasting any words, Faldt stuck his hand out, and straight into Kaiser’s forehead.
His hand was like a sharp blade, and it easily sank into Kaiser’s forehead, mushing his brain matter.
*Boooommm!!!*
The moment Kaiser died, the large amount of power he had as a Palatinate exploded out instantly and enveloping Faldt within a massive ball of fire.
And soon, the crimson flames dissipated, revealing an unharmed Faldt inside.
He lifted his gaze and looked at the many warships that were quickly withdrawing.
“Now, if I can open up three different Underworld Tunnels, then I can get my full body to descend upon his world, and the Hand of the Underworld will be able to recover ahead of time as well.”
“…Struggle more, surprise me… After being bored for so long, it will be just too uninteresting to come here like this after expending much effort, no?”
Faldt stepped out and chanted a spell.
“Spellword—Divine Step.”
*Bam!*
His entire body turned into a gray light as he shot out towards the fleet like a meteorite.
…
Inside an unknown hidden world.
On a vast white snow plain, tens of thousands of dark spirits were in a frantic struggle against a centaur army.
The blood of fallen centaurs stained the pure white snow red.
The dark spirits had immunity against physical attacks, and that meant only a small number of energy-weapons could really harm them.
Not to mention, only a third of the centaur army had such weapons.
That was already the apex of the hidden realm’s strength.
Lin Sheng rode on the demonic Gorefiend, as he wore armor of pure white while standing quietly on a hill overlooking the battlefield below.
His face was covered by his armor, and his expression was unknown, as his eyes only revealed indifference and coldness.
“Found the thing I wanted?” he suddenly asked.
“We have found it. The Tailbone Chieftain had secretly hung in on his second son’s ankle, and I found it and immediately retrieved it.”
The Fairy King’s figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and knelt on one knee to Lin Sheng’s right side.
At the same time, she held up a piece of white-gold that looked like a totem, and a strange bone with runes on it at the same time.
The bone was only the size of a palm and was arched, with tiny cracks on its surface, seemingly suffering some considerable damage before.
Lin Sheng held his hand out and closed his eyes as he sensed the heartbeat-like fluctuations.
“This is it.” He grabbed the bone tight, and as he finally looked at the centaurs fighting for their lives.
The Mizh Tribe was one the invincible force that dominated the entirety of this hidden realm, and just because they were unwilling to hand over what he wanted, Lin Sheng had the entire might of the dark spirit army brutally suppressing them.
“Let them submit, and anyone who refuses, get rid of them,” Lin Sheng said as he left with his steed.
Leaving, the Fairy King and the other generals kneeling on the ground as they sent him off with respect.
In just four short days.
Lin Sheng had rampaged through eleven different hidden realms.
These realms were both large and small, some were as big as a Migan province, some were as small as Henriqcal City.
But there were many hidden strong fighters among them.
The one resisting the most was the Realm of Centaurs ruled by the centaur tribe before them. These white snow plains were the domains of the powerful tribe.
They had been without equal for too long, and had forgotten how to entreat someone stronger than them, and treated them with total disrespect.
So, the moment Lin Sheng’s emissary had arrived here, conflict erupted almost immediately.
The moment the emissary Lin Sheng had sent was mercilessly beheaded, the dark spirit army gathered under Lin Sheng’s banner quickly gathered and assailed the snowy plains in a frenzy.
And the arrogant Mizh Tribe finally tasted the bitter taste of defeat.
The price they paid was the almost complete annihilation of their tribe.
Two days later, the strongest fighter from the Mizh Tribe, Centaur King Khul Warspear came to the Darkspirit Palace amidst the agony to pay his respects to Darkspirit Lord, Lin Sheng.
His tribe was massacred, leaving only a single branch to keep the bloodline flowing.
In this situation, the originally martial focused new chieftain had to take up the heavy responsibility during the times of crisis and be the new king, submitting to Lin Sheng in exchange for mercy for the centaurs.
Just like the Fairy King, in order to protect the bloodline and legacy of his tribe, he had to bend the knee and submit to Lin Sheng, becoming one of his minions.
With that, Lin Sheng now had the Fairy King, the Centaur Lord, and Djall Demonhand as three of his commanders.
They each represented the various powerful forces of three different ethnic groups.
Among them, both the Fairy King and the Centaur Lord were true, powerful Palatinate-level beings.
…
Just as Lin Sheng’s cohorts were rampaging across the land in search of the Dark Wheel’s fragments, back in reality…
Faldt had also just created a horrifying disaster that shocked the whole world.
After defeating and killing most of the attacking Palatinates, Mi Yue, or Faldt chased after the combined fleet and personally orchestrated a slaughter most appalling.
He did not just simply murdered them…
Rather, he had used a large area Spellword – Cascade spell that caused eighteen warships, and a total of 30,000 people to totally freeze, as they sank to the bottom of the sea near the island.
These frozen soldiers were not dead, rather their bodies were fettered as they sank into the depths of the sea, where they slowly descended into madness in the endless silence there.
*Booom!!!*
On the surface of the blue sea, a gray smoggy humanoid figure appeared behind Faldt, as the figure raised its arm and seized a large missile from the sky.
The white intercontinental ballistic missile continued to blast out orange flames with extreme temperatures as it tried to use an unimaginable force to knock away the figure’s large hand.
At the same time, the tip of the missile had a diamond-shaped crystal inlaid within it.
The large number of dark powers within the crystal constantly flowed and flashed, providing the missile a more powerful thrust.
Yet, it was useless.
Exerting some strength, Faldt clenched his hand.
*Crack!*
The ten-meter-long white intercontinental ballistic missile was instantly twisted into a lump of broken metal in his hand.
All sorts of liquids and powdery substances seeped out of it, and onto the surface of the sea, yet there were no signs of explosion; as if a mysterious force had kept the missile from detonating.
