Nightmare's Call Chapter 252 - The Battle: Part 1

Chapter 252: The Battle: Part 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The dark fog was burning like fire.

The girl with long white hair by the side of the Night Lord let out a suffering cry and nearly fell to the ground, but the Night Lord immediately put one hand around her waist and held her in his arms

“Are you alright?” asked Lin Sheng inside the Night Lord. They were alone in the cold, empty sanctum.

“I’m good.” Khadula struggled to support herself with the lingering sensation of severe pain.

Lin Sheng nodded, released her, turned and walked down the altar. Walking out of the sanctum, he looked up at the crescent moon.

“Looks like the people we dealt with before were just appetizers. This time, we finally have a strong enemy.” He could feel his blood boiling inside him. Oh nope, it should be the Night Lord’s blood that was boiling.

Lin Sheng licked his lips, getting excited. He did not have an enjoyable fight for too long. In the past, the opponents he faced were either far beyond his imagination or indescribably weak as garbage.

But it was different this time.

Controlling the body of the Night Lord, he could feel the indescribable power within him. It was surging, like a volcano about to erupt.

He slowly pulled out the dark gold sword behind him, his body suddenly dissipated into black smoke, shooting down the hill.

Khadula came slowly out of the temple, dissipated into black smoke and flew after him.

…

A dark street near the outskirts of Shermanton.

Countless pieces of flesh were scattered on the ground. It was a mess, bloodier than the scene of the worst crime.

Several Bloodgrave masters quickly arrived at the scene. Seeing the blue-haired, red-eyed young man standing in the middle of the scene, they all s.h.i.+vered and knelt on one knee. “Lord Yinan!”

The young man ignored them. Bloodgrave was only a small branch of one of his three major organizations.

Smiling, he walked slowly to the flesh of Khadula and stooped down to pick up some paper stars that avoided the cut.

The red and blue stars were slightly squashed and stained with blood, looking a little dirty.

“Haven’t seen such sincere thing for a long time,” the young man sighed nostalgically.

“Teacher…” Reinier hesitated. He doesn’t understand why he didn’t continue to attack the Holy Sanctum but instead wasting his time here?

However, he never dared to say much about his teacher’s intentions. Although he was a Five-winger, he could not see the height of his teacher.

The Palatinate.

It was an unimaginable terrifying state that could turn evil energy for his own use.

His teacher always told him that he was missing something, but Reinier had never been able to find anything, until the last time he was on that s.h.i.+p, and the boy from the Holy Sanctum struck him from a distance and left him badly wounded. As he lay dying, something seemed to dawn on him.

The teacher found out this. In order to seize the chance, he decided to take him to Xylond and find the Holy Sanctum again

“Be patient.” The blue-haired, red-eyed boy smiled and tossed the paper star in his hand. “Look.”

*Swoosh, swoosh…*

Clouds of black smoke fell rapidly, turning into figures with pales arms. The number of figures was growing, getting denser and denser, and gradually surrounded the men of Bloodgrave.

The buildings with lights on around the area seemed to feel the tension, turning off the lights and going silent.

The street lamps were flickering as if under some terrible pressure.

The air around them moved slowly and silently, turning into a cold wind, sweeping past their skin, the leaves, and a long dark gold sword slowly forming in the black smoke.

A figure with a long sword approached slowly.

“…Well, I didn’t expect that a strong man like you would personally come here.”

A slender man in a mask and black gilt-edged armor appeared slowly under the street lamps. His golden hair and the sword in his hand reflected the flickering light, especially his golden hair, which was as pure as the pure flame burning quietly.

As soon as the man stepped forward, all eyes focused on his eyes. The man’s eyes are like the finest crystal amethyst, beautiful and pure like it’s not real.

As the masked man approached, the pressure in the air became unbearable.

Without realizing it, Reinier was forced back by some hidden mortal threat. The others, who could not bear it any longer, retreated more than ten meters behind them, looking as though they had lost too much blood.

The pressure, which was too powerful to look directly at, was growing as the masked man approached.

The smile on the young man’s s face finally faded.

“Oh? This feeling… It’s powerful.” He paused, his face showing a hint of greed. “But your eyes are really beautiful. I really want to dig them out and keep them…”

“I’m the Night Lord,” said Lin Sheng calmly, his long sword trembling in his hand. He hadn’t used the long sword for a long time. But never mind. The skill of fighting with numerous swords flashed through his mind. “Don’t worry. I’ll make your death easier…”

“Oh?!?” The young man grinned. “You look so confident. But do you really know what a Palatinate means?”

Suddenly, the two disappeared, and a little silver light shone in the middle of where they stood.

*Dang!!!!!*

The silver light burst into countless red sparks.

They moved incredibly fast, undetectable to the naked eye and unimpeded by air. The two swords, long and short, hit each other in the air like lightning. Dozens of attacks were exchanged in an instant.

If someone could see the two players clearly, though, they would be surprised to see that both of their moves did not really hit each other.

The sparks generated by the collision were actually the electric light and sparks generated by the high-speed friction of the airflow triggered by the two men’s swinging weapons.

The two men kept changing their moves almost immediately after drawing their swords. The rapid changes were so fast that they reached the limits of nerves and muscles.

If you watched them in slow motion, you would find that their movements rarely clash. But in reality, they were literally fighting for their lives.