Nightmare's Call

Chapter 539 - The Great War: Part 3

Chapter 539 The Great War: Part 3

The Night Lord looked at the Sage King, his armor flowing with a golden pattern.

The ancient, mysterious symbols and spell, used to belong to the Shadowdragon King bloodline, was perfectly combined with his holy power, becoming a whole new powerful form.

“It’s useless.”

He dismissed the Dawnbreaker in his hand. The sword dissolved, turning into golden particles that circled him once before disappearing into his forehead to become the pattern of a golden dragon eye.

“Dawnbreaker has cut off your understanding of the realm. Now, you are just an ordinary old man.”

Without looking at the Sage King, he took off and headed straight to the frontline, disappearing from the field of vision of the Sage King.

The Sage King could not even utter a word. Looking hopelessly at his half-melting right hand, he shivered as he tried to call for help. But time no longer allowed him to carry on. He should have been dead a long time ago. It was his enlightenment and mastery of various powers that kept him alive to this day.

Now, however, he had lost all his powers and realms. His physical body could no longer sustain him and began to give way.

Soon, his body melted, weathering and vanishing. All that remains of him was his clothes and a black pendant watch.

Picking up the pendant watch with her slender hand, Tenko Kasumi gazed in the direction where the Night Lord went.

“You have gone so far already?” She looked a little at a loss as she glanced down at the pendant watch.

“This should be the condensed article of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny,” said the Steel Lord from behind.

Tenko Kasumi shook her head lightly.

“Since the Night Lord left this to us, let us take care of it.”

“It’s an evil thing. We should let it return to the world.”

She crushed the pendant into pieces in her hand. Coming out from the crushed pendant was many strange powers, some weak, some strong, dispersing into all directions.

Tenko Kasumi could sense that these powers were from the Paragons and Sacred Vessels of Destiny. They were returning to where they had come from.

“Let’s go.” Tenko Kasumi was planning to go to the frontline. Her heart missed a beat as she looked at the Steel Lord, who was looking up at the sky above the Sanctum HQ, wide-eyed.

“What the hell is that?”

Kasumi looked up and was shocked.

White clouds were coming back to the sky above the Sanctum complex. Blue sky and white clouds. Other than this, there was a beam of white light coming down from the above, covering the entire sanctum, as if some god was showering down his blessing.

Bathed in the white light, Tenko Kasumi and the Steel Lord suddenly felt a sense of peace and warmth rising from the depths of their souls.

“This is not holy power!” The Steel Lord was in awe.

“It’s a blessing of the world.” Tenko Kasumi stared at what happened.

Lin Sheng made up most part of her soul while hers made up the remaining part of it.

This was something familiar to her. It reminded her about something she had seen before, but the memories were vague. It had been a long time ago. If not for what happened before her eyes stimulating her, she might not be able to recall the memories again.

“The blessing of the world?” The Steel Lord looked at her.

“Only after making some significant contributions to the world that one could get the blessing from the true origin,” Kasumi said in a low voice. “This means, from his moment onwards, the Sanctum has been accepted as the legitimate force of this world.”

...

Inside the Sanctum complex, people showered in the white light were looking up into the sky.

The warm and comforting feelings were akin to cuddling in the mother’s arms, soft and lazy. It was as if the Sanctum was snuggling in the mother’s warmth.

Adolf was riding a Gorefiend. Behind him were fully armed cleric knights. He looked up at the pure white light shining down from the sky, feeling a warm entering him. The Sacred Vessel of Destiny, which he had lost, had come back to him.

“Not sure what it is, but at least, even heaven and earth are blessing us.” He drew his longsword and raised it in the air. “Victory is ours!”

The clerics behind him drew theirs and raised them in the air, hollering. The massive army of knights ran along the dedicated path toward the frontline.

...

In Henricqal, everyone who saw the white light shining down from the sky went on their knees and prayed.

In the sheltered zone, people in business suits, anxious housewives, children clinging to their parents, personnel working to maintain orders, a patrol team of clerics keeping the city safe, volunteers distributing the daily necessities, and everyone having consciousness in the city were looking up at the light column of hundreds of meters in diameter.

Not sure who started the prayer, everybody seemed to catch the idea. From their initial anxious and worrying looks, they started to calm down as they prayed to the light pillar that shrouded the sanctum.

The voices of prayer rose. It came like waves of the sea. A massive amount of pure soul power and willpower was converted by the sacred crystal font in the sanctum into holy power.

People were no longer panicking. The light pillar from heaven had calmed those nervous souls. It guided the people’s power and led it to gather into one place.

...

On top of every building in the city, figures clad in white leather armor and masks were hurrying toward the frontline. They were the Sanctum’s powerful squads of assassins and intelligence, the most fearsome elites in carrying out assassination and decapitation.

Khadula was wearing a white mask, standing on top of a building, her long golden hair, with a bun on top, fluttering in the wind. When she saw a light shining down from heaven and shrouding the Sanctum, her lips curled up in a faint smile.

“Even I can receive the blessing of the world?”

After a long while of silence, she turned around and looked at the Blacktide surging in the distance.

“Let’s go. It’s our turn.”

Amid a series of swooping sounds, the army of white figures vanished from the top of the buildings as they leaped into the air.

...

In the deepest part of the Blacktide, a massive face, hundreds of meters in diameter, opened its eyes. Inside the dark eyes were vortices that looked like black abysses. They looked similar to the eyes when Lin Sheng attained his Legend realm.

A massive tremor came in the ground. The earth broke out as a nine-fingered hand emerged and gripped on the edge of the crack. Following the hand were monsters of different shapes. They lunged out from the crack and charged toward Henricqal like a tidal wave.