Nightmare's Call

Chapter 390 - Planning: Part 1

Chapter 390: Planning: Part 1

At the Miga border.

“Run! Run!”

Two white figures were running in the rain at night. Their speed was far beyond ordinary humans could achieve. It was just unimaginably quick.

The black mud in this primitive land had turned solid, trampled by the migrating herd of bison. But the two white figures had left behind a trail of deep footsteps as they ran.

Dark-green dark energy was burning on their body. The leading figure was a woman with a pair of fox ears on her head and a big wagging white tail behind her. More importantly, however, was what the little girl was carrying.

The girl was a few years old. Her face was ugly as if a fire had burned half of her face. But the dress she wore was expensive, not to mention the jewelry. She could be from some wealthy family.

“Mom, let me down. It’s okay. You’re not going to get away if you keep carrying me,” the young girl said calmly.

“Stop talking!” The woman with fox ears covered the girl’s mouth. “We’re going to make it!”

Suddenly, something formless lunged out from the dark and grabbed the woman running behind her. The woman managed to let out a horrifying scream before the unknown creature bit her in half. Her upper body crawled on the ground, struggling to pull herself forward. But it was too late.

A distorted light in the dark suddenly covered her. And in just a split second, the woman vanished, leaving behind sporadic bloodstains on the ground.

The rain was getting heavier. The fox-eared woman was shivering, but she kept going. As soon as she made it past the line of defense at the border and saw the border guards, she and her daughter would be safe. She was going to make it; she thought to herself. She had used up most of her dark energy to the point of over-exhaustion.

Her entire race had vanished. She and her daughter were the only survivors. Her husband had mysteriously disappeared as the disaster loomed. The city had fallen within days. When the palace fell into the enemy’s hands, they plunged from the clouds down to the bottom. They were the last and only hope.

“We’re almost there! We’re almost there...” The woman with fox ears looked into the distance. On the rugged mountain path, she could almost make out the glow of the psionic tower at the border. It was the light with high penetration ability produced when the core of the dark energy ignited the tower.

“Hang on there... hang on there! We’re almost there! We’re almost–” All of a sudden, something out of the dark tore the fox-eared woman’s legs apart before it disappeared.

“No!” The young girl wanted to scream, but the woman kept her hand over her mouth, not letting her utter a sound. Looking at the girl, she shook her head as blood drained from her face.

“Live... on.” The fox-eared woman mouthed the words in silence.

The little girl trembled, wanting to scream, but she pressed her hands over her mouth herself. All she could do was watch her mother drop before her eyes. Then, some unknown creature from the dark dragged her into the void and vanished.

The little girl did not make a sound. She fell to the ground, soaked, hands still on her mouth as she looked at the spot where her mother had disappeared. After a long while, she dragged her shivering body up and ran toward the light.

She was special, so long as she did not make a sound... Her tears had mixed with the rain as they flooded down her cheeks. She could not even be sure which was which.

...

Lin Sheng fiddled with a colorful glass ball in his hand. The ball contained the special blood that he got from the Darkspirit General, who named the blood: Chaotic Blood.

Lin Sheng could not have agreed more. In fact, he gave up killing Darkspirit General because of this blood. He had begun the solidification of the tunnel of dark spirit summoning. It was not a difficult job. But the challenge was that the risk was high.

In Blackfeather City, a magician used to solidify the tunnel. Not long after, a powerful dark spirit on the other end of the tunnel had found it out. In the end, the magician and the magic tower became the food for the dark spirit.

Lin Sheng was not going to make the same empirical mistake. He had not only solidified the tunnel but also injected a faint amount of holy power in it. This way, when the dark spirit sensed the presence of holy power that it most hated, it would stay away from the tunnel. But someone needed to dispense holy power into the tunnel continuously to make this work. It was an impossible mission for others. But for Lin Sheng, he just needed to make some Holy Soil and sprinkled it at the tunnel entrance.

“It works very well. No one could do that except me.” Lin Sheng sat on a chair, looking inside the quarantine cell at the square-shaped tunnel where a ring of light-blue glow was shimmering inside. This was the dark-spirit tunnel he had solidified. But right now, there was only a small gap in there; it had not been fully opened. In fact, he did not want to open it just yet because maintaining the tunnel required a lot of resources and energy. If not necessary, he would not open it up. He just needed a little gap for positioning purposes. When the need arose, he would just give it a little push and the Darkspirit Gate would swing open.

“Something must be inside the blood. The dark spirit never lies. But if I believe it and absorb things just like that, there could be some unknown problem and sequelae later.” Lin Sheng fidgeted with the glass ball, gazing at the colorful liquid inside. “Maybe I could dilute a bit of it and see what happens.”

He thought for a moment and then decided to go ahead with it. He knew the dark spirit would not lie; it was the nature of the race. This blood could enhance the body, which was true. But he had not figured out what kind of enhancement it was.

Lin Sheng got to his feet. He did not bother with the situation of the tunnel. Instead, he went to the research center on the other side, coming in front of a black instrument in the corner.

Very carefully, he placed the glass ball into the instrument and adjusted the operation parameters, and pressed the start button.

Soon, below the instrument, a drop of diluted colorful liquid dripped into the large culture pond underneath, creating a little splash in the gray culture liquid. After that, things returned to normal with no reactions.

“That’s it?” Lin Sheng knitted his brows.

Then, a second droplet dripped into the culture pond. This time, there was a reaction. Some tiny mildew-like driftage appeared in the culture pond. The mildew rapidly swam close to the spot where the colorful liquid had dropped.

Lin Sheng was grave as he stared at the mildew. He could feel that this mildew was no mildew at all but some kind of special, energized substance. This energized substance was rapidly disappearing into a patch of water in the center of the culture pond. In less than half a minute, white steam began to rise from the culture liquid, which was dropping rapidly.

Lin Sheng’s eyes were affixed on the entire process.