Nightmare's Call

Chapter 248: A Chance Encounter: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Four thousand...”

“With so many split avatars, your principal body must be vulnerable.” As speechless as he was, Lin Sheng had also discovered a problem.

“That’s right. I only keep one-third of my strength right now.”

“Then stay in the sanctum. It is safe here.” Lin Sheng patted her head.

“Understood.” Khadula nodded.

Lin Sheng nodded back at her. Then he turned to look at the Night Lord, who was reading on the side, and then the Thunderbeast, who was standing still on the pasture. As much as he wanted his soul to multitask, the avatar in trouble would pull much of the consciousness from the rest of the avatars, which sent the others in limbo.

“Now with the Night Lord in charge, and Khadula here. When the Thunderbeast and I become one, we are at least as strong as a Four-winger. Coupled with the Sanctum system, the security at this place will be impenetrable.” Lin Sheng was confident, especially in the Night Lord, over whom he still could not have complete control. But he could issue an instruction to the Night Lord to attack. Dubbed as the most powerful councillor, the Night Lord’s strength had grown tremendously after losing his personality. At full strength, he would be unassailable. That again reminded Lin Sheng about the horrible dream where he was killed a dozen times in a row.

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“The Holy Sanctum will become the first oblation for the return of me, Quasar, to the world!” A tall figure, who blended himself among the crowd on the foothill, gazed at the entrance to the Sanctum Hill, which had become a popular spot lately.

In war zones, even an average Four-winger was an Oppressor-level being. Let alone he was an apex Four-winger, who would transcend into the Five Wing realm soon. Five-wingers were beings that the average humans could never have imagined with their minds. In front of the mortals, Quasar looked like a god sitting in high heaven. He could kill a thousand with ease if he wanted to, as effortless as trampling a group of ants.

“The world will tremble upon hearing my name, Quasar, the Sea Lord!” Quasar strode toward the entrance of the hill, holding his head high all the while. But no one seemed to notice him as if he was only a regular tourist. This was his unique ability—a supernatural skill outside the realm of dark energy, dubbed Ghost Vector. Back then, he had used this last card to escape from the deadly claw of Bloodeye. With this ability, even enemies of several levels higher than him could not locate his whereabouts.

Quasar made his way up the hill, climbing a dozen steps with each leap. Influenced by the faint energy field around the hill, the natural sunshine and fresh mountain air were relaxing and refreshing to the body and mind. Quasar became emotional when he discovered the extraordinary quality of the hill. He knew how to appreciate the good stuff.

“It’s been twenty years. Dark energy has come a long way.” Since Bloodeye pierced and wounded him, and he sank to the bottom of the sea twenty years ago, he was almost out of touch with the world. He had to depend on his ship’s crew for information all this while. Now, he had gotten out of the sea and was back on the surface again. Quasar kept a steady pace and before long, he could now see the Sanctum of Shadow, which had just finished construction on the hill.

“Here it is. The person with the Paragon of Treasure is here!” Quasar focused his eyes, looking up the hill where the crowd was scarce. Adolf carried a book that was as thick as a dictionary and came out of the sanctum.

“It’s him!” Quasar had an inborn stealthy ability and perceptive skill. He used to see a Paragon of Treasure from afar many years ago, so he could instantly make out that same scent on Adolf. “This is the smell of the Paragon of Treasure. Fate has it that I am the first person to get it.” He closed his eyes, feeling as if the air had become even more refreshing, the sun warmer, the pasture greener, and the sky bluer. Asides from the pain on his back, everything was perfect. Oh, wait! Pain on the back? Quasar reached to touch his back. He felt a hole, large enough to accommodate his fist. When he came to his senses, he retracted his hand, which was stained with fresh blood.

Just then on his right, a golden-haired man, wearing a mask and a full set of black body armor, walked past him. The man did not even look at him as if he was not there.

“I knew it! It’s just an accident! He hasn’t seen me!” Quasar forced himself to calm down and not to be panic. “This man did nothing to me. Yeah, how could anyone hurt me in this place? But then, where did the wound on my back come from?” He fell into deep thought.

“Could it be the old wound?” Quasar thought so and became confident again. “Bloodeye, I will come back for you to claim your low life!” He gritted his teeth and continued to strut toward Adolf.

“I will recover from my injury when I get the Paragon of Treasure! By then, I will make a big jump in strength. Becoming the real Sea Lord will no longer be a dream!” He was filled with excitement and guffawing in his mind. Just then, a streak of blood splattered from his chest onto the pasture floor.

“It’s the old wound again? Bloodeye, wait till I come back!” Quasar gritted his teeth, looking up at the golden-haired, masked man, whom he had passed a while ago and was now standing up ahead. If he wanted to capture the person with the Paragon of Treasure, he had to make it past the man.

“Almost there!” Quasar pressed on despite his injury. The wound was insignificant since he had an impressive regeneration ability. He could grow another pair of hands and legs in seconds if he were to lose his limbs. So he kept going, reaching his hand in the direction of Adolf.

“That Paragon of Treasure is mine!” It did not mind that his stomach was painful. As soon as he got his hands on the Paragon of Treasure, extracted it to infuse in his body, it worth the injuries. Quasar trudged ahead with his battered body, one step at a time, toward Adolf. His body tissue dropped and blood oozed out of his wound with every step he took. Even Lin Sheng was appalled by what he saw. Such determination... No word could possibly describe this level of persistence.

After wounded by the passive ability of the Night Lord, this bearded man was losing blood fast and just one step away from death. But he still pushed on, even though it was ever so slowly. He had a hole the size of a fist on his back. His body almost broke off in half at his waist. The Shadow-dragon Whisker had nearly cut off all the flesh from his limbs. And the wound on his neck was so deep that even his windpipe was visible. But he still did not give up.

Lin Sheng, who was in control of the Night Lord, could see the unfaltering determination in the man’s eyes. Even if he had lost all his flesh, 90% of his blood had drained from his veins, and his intestines were half-hanging outside his body, he would not change his course.

To be honest, Lin Sheng did not even discover Quasar at first. As strong as the Night Lord was, his perceptive ability was helpless. Lin Sheng had been restraining all the Night Lord’s passive abilities for fear that it might over exhaust his soul.

Even when Quasar revealed himself, Lin Sheng still ignored him. Ever since Sanctum Hill became famous, there had been many Darksiders came to scout out the place. So Lin Sheng thought that one more stealthy Darksider was no big deal. It was not until Lin Sheng saw the spartan fortitude of the man that he became awed by his strong-willed soul.

By now, Khadula had gotten the wind of the situation and come. He looked at Quasar from afar with awe and respect written all over her face. But Adolf was even more emotional, his eyes turning red. He had no idea what was propping up the man’s body, but such a will was his role model.

“I-I...” Quasar struggled to take another step. He was only four steps away from the masked, golden-haired man. But he could no longer make these four steps because his legs had separated from his body. He could no longer say a word because the Shadow-dragon Whisker had severed his windpipe and throat. His lips were attempting to squeeze a sound but none came out of it. He did not give up but crawl ahead with his hand on the ground.

Lin Sheng stood by, silent for a long moment. Looking at Quasar, who had left a blood trail behind, he kept a distance by controlling the Night Lord to walk away.

Quasar struggled to make out another short distance. He then stopped five meters away from Adolf. His body lay lifelessly like a sleeping baby on the pasture in front of the Holy Sanctum.

Lin Sheng became silent, and everyone around him went silent too. Even the Khadula, who used to be cracking jokes at day, was in no mood for one.

“Bury him.” Lin Sheng instructed with a sigh.

“Aye.” Two sacred power students stepped forward, carefully lifted Quasar’s body and placed it on a stretcher before they carried it away.