Nightmare's Call

Chapter 464: Strength: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The wards of the Wheel of Existence?” Lin Sheng had some thought in mind.

He then simply just walked towards the flames.

This terrifying Five-wing level frozen flames before him could not even touch his skin.

He did not use any of his powers, be it dark or holy powers, or even his Dragonblood powers.

Instead, it was the warding abilities he had just obtained was automatically protecting him from everything.

Lin Sheng slowly landed from midair inside a massive pale flame pillar.

“There was a slight deviation with the teleportation just now, and it actually sent me directly into the flames.”

He walked out of the flame pillar and looked around. With a step, his body leap out easily and towards the distance.

After running several kilometers in a direction, Lin Sheng stopped at a slightly elevated hill and looked at the vast terrain around him quietly.

All around the flatlands had geysers of pale flames spewing out.

This space was like a severely wounded soldier after a battle, that was on the verge of dying but yet still struggling to survive.

“Let’s test things out here.”

Lin Sheng wanted to test out the power of the wards.

He held his hand out and pointed his index finger at a pillar of fire in the distance.

He then tried to activate the power of the Wheel of Woe.

*Bam!*

An invisible wave blasted out from Lin Sheng’s index finger and landed precisely on the surface of the flame pillar.

Without a sound.

The flame pillar first quickly became transparent, and a few seconds later, its color became lighter and lighter before eventually disappearing right where it was as if it did not exist.

Lin Sheng put down his finger and waited. But after a while, he did not see the fire pillar coming back to life again.

“So that is to say, the Wheel of Woe literally eradicates the opponent’s existence?”

Lin Sheng fell into thought again.

The divine artifact created by the top Darkspirits would naturally contain all of their ideas on what sort of method was the ultimate way to weaken the enemy.

In the Darkspirit Realms, the superior Darkspirits all agreed that the answer was to completely eradicate the opponent from the soul onwards.

“So, the Wheel of Woe consolidates about a dozen different abilities, and the final ability of the gathered strength, is to totally wipe the opponent’s existence clean?” Lin Sheng was clear now.

“Then there is there Wheel of Existence that strengthens oneself.”

Lin Sheng looked down at the chakram pattern on his chest.

He then stretched both of his hands out and recalled the information and knowledge in his memory as he gently crossed his fingers before him, signing a round wheel.

“Activate!”

He opened his eyes, as a large amount of blood-red light radiated out of his chest, and engulfed him within it.

*Bamm!!*

A five-to-six meter wide blood light blasted into the sky and stirred the clouds above.

A large number of white clouds were painted red by the blood light as thunder cracked.

Soon, the blinding light formed into a massive flame on the ground.

Within the flame, a clear figure slowly opened his arms.

“For a Darkspirit, what sort of power is the best to strengthen oneself?”

“I never thought the answer would be this...”

Enveloped by the blood light, Lin Sheng could no longer see his face or form, as a pair of golden eyes roiled like a vortex of gilded light.

“It’s too powerful... I...I’m even afraid of this kind of me...”

“I’m afraid that if I’m not careful, I’ll end up destroying everything.”

Lin Sheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, as he reveled in the infinitely powerful special state he was in.

With such power, no one could stop him from doing anything...

No one!

...

Reality, Redwin’s Heaven Spire.

“Hahahahaha!”

In the gray sky above, Faldt was clad in a black robe as his white hair fluttered wildly by the air current.

He was laughing maniacally, as he unleashed circles upon circles of grey energy ripples from his body.

The massive energy ripples spread all around, disintegrating all objects and persons that came into contact.

The Darksiders of the Heaven Spire beneath formed into an army as their barrages of shots and bombardment all seemed to be separated by a thick quilt, not even allowing the attack to touch Faldt.

The carronade and Darksiders spells were like feeble insects trying to break through the layer of gray ripples again and again.

However, every time they made contact, the attacks bounced off in futility.

“Do you feel despair?” Faldt laughed.

“Such disappointment... Men a few thousand years ago were not that insignificant. Heroes then were numerous, even someone as strong an Underworld Magister like me would need to be wary.”

“But now? Look at you lot.” A shred of disinterest appeared in Faldt’s deep eyes.

“What a paradoxical thought... I hope that you can be stronger to let me have some fun, but at the same time, I don’t want you lot to be a little stronger, and waste my strength.”

“Faldt, are you intent on eradicating the Heaven Spire?”

At the forefront of many Darksider elites, a burly old man covered in white hair and beard with an eagle perched on his shoulder stared coldly at the Underworld Declaimer in the sky.

“As a Magister in charge of spells and hexes in the Underworld, why did you not serve the Lord of the Underworld properly but come here instead? Are you not afraid of the turmoils in the Underworld?”

The old man spoke calmly, but what he said revealed a clear understanding of the Underworld.

“Oh?” Faldt was slightly surprised.

“Seems like there are some people on this land that still remembers the existence of Faldt.”

He looked down towards the old man.

This was the first time he had looked at someone straight in the eye since Visaca Island.

“For a mere human to know the internal situation of the great Underworld. It seems like I need to reevaluate my assessment of the Heaven Spire.” He laughed.

“So what if you destroy this land? We will simply just hide in the Hidden Realms, and come out a few decades later and to start everything all over again. But how about you? Faldt, the Underworld Declaimer who left the Underworld secretly. I wonder what sort of price you will have to pay to survive this disaster when you get back.”

The old man’s expression was chilly as if the extinction of most of mankind was not a big deal in his eyes.

“Such callousness... In comparison, the number of people who can take shelter in the Hidden Realm is vastly different from the outside world. And you are willing to give everything up with just a sentence?”

Faldt was somewhat surprised by his opposition’s resolve.

“Wasn’t that end game of what Mi Yue wanted? The end of the old era, and the beginning of the new one?” The old man sneered.

Beside him, the remaining of the Heaven Spire’s Darksiders looked furious, as they faced turned red. Clearly many knew of this terrible future.

When they looked at Faldt, each and every one of them wanted to rush forward and fight him.

After all, most of the Darksider’s friends and family were all in the real world, and the Hidden Realms could not accommodate that many people.

So, the destruction of the real world would mean destroying their friends and loved ones.

No one would accept such an outcome.

“Is that so?” Faldt raised an eyebrow. “If that is the case, let me see then, how many of you are willing to hide inside the Hidden Realm...”

He looked on thoughtfully at the Darksiders behind the elder.

“Since words failed, then go on. If you want to destroy the Heaven Spire, then let’s see what price you are willing to pay for it!”

The elder’s gaze turned chilly, as a massive ice staff quickly appeared in his hand.

“Formation!” His staff vibrated.

In an instant, a huge silver magic circle lit up on the ground, and Faldt was right in the center of it in the air.