Nightmare's Call Chapter 169 - Situation: Part 3

Chapter 169: Situation: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Red Soul!” The woman roared, her hands crossed and making several mudras, the fingers of her hands trailing with afterimages bursting out in red flames. Following that, a translucent dragonhead lurched out from the fire at Lin Sheng’s hand. While the dragonhead broke apart upon impact, Lin Sheng’s right hand also lost its strength and became slower.

“Purple soul!” The male rider howled, lunging out at once in the critical juncture to meet Lin Sheng’s hand with his own. At the same time, purple rings shot out from his body and bound Lin Sheng until he looked like a two-meter-tall coc.o.o.n standing unmoved in the quiet room.

“It’s done,” the male rider chortled, patting the ma.s.sive coc.o.o.n as he looked at the woman. “What about the other?”

“Take him too. Kill him if he resists,” the woman said callously.

“No problem.” The male rider turned to look at Sarroux. Just then, Sarroux stepped back, yanked out a gun, and began to shoot indiscriminately. The weapon fired five shots in two seconds, all hitting the green dark-energy s.h.i.+eld in front of the male rider.

“Interesting. He uses a gun!” The male rider reached to grab Sarroux, and just when he shot out purple rings from under his sleeve, a shadow lunged in through the window, grabbing Sarroux in a swoop before doubling back out. At the same time, the purple coc.o.o.n beside the male rider swelled and turned red.

“Watch out!” The black-haired woman shot a warning at the other rider as she turned and threw herself on the floor, but it was too late.

A loud boom ensued. A high-temperature fire spread across the entire quiet room like a storm, burning the purple coc.o.o.n into ashes. The male rider, who stood closest to the center of the blast, was sent flying out like a piece of tattered cloth and only cras.h.i.+ng to a halt in the wall. Blood instantly spurted out from his mouth. Meanwhile, the black-haired woman’s body was s.h.i.+mmering in green. Despite standing further away, the explosion had ripped a tiny chunk of her flesh off her left face and left burn marks on her right arm and right leg.

A tall figure stood up slowly in the burning flame, his mouth and nostrils breathing with fire and black smoke drifting around him like ribbons.

“You have no idea what it means to be hostile to me.” The figure walked out of the fire. It was Lin Sheng, who seemed to be unscathed with black smoke still billowing from his mouth, which apparently was the source of the explosion.

“What a poor little Two Winger…” The black-haired woman looked grim, her body going up in red flame. “Kill!” She lunged forward, kicking her right leg at Lin Sheng’s throat like a lash. But Lin Sheng took hold of it at once and yanked her out sideways into the wall, which cracked upon impact. The woman landed hard on the floor, body s.h.i.+mmering in green. Immediately, she thrust her flaming right fist at Lin Sheng, delivering a powerful blow to the joint of Lin Sheng’s arm.

Lin Sheng let off his hand, and the two simultaneously bounced backward with a groan. Blood flowed out from the woman’s mouth and quickly vaporized in the flame. On the other hand, Lin Sheng seemed to suffer from a bone fracture as he felt a sharp pain in his joint. He immediately summoned his sacred power to heal his injury.

“Whoos.h.!.+” The woman did not stay still. She launched into the air, attacking Lin Sheng with multiple kicks of fire and flames that delivered the deadliest force with each throw of her leg. Although power was not her strength, this Darksider could still dispense the maximum strength of a Two Winger. The multiple kicks that she pulled off were her killer move in regular combat, where she could make thirteen kicks in a mere two seconds. Each kick was powerful enough to break even the hardest steel, more so with the aid of the burning flame of Red Soul.

Lin Sheng parried with his hands, but each kick sent a powerful shockwave through his body. Taking thirteen kicks in a row took a toll on him, as evident from the blood spouting from his mouth. Luckily, his strengthened half-dragon body and the rapid healing ability of the sacred power enabled him to heal as quickly as he was injured.

Lin Sheng waited it out. When the kicks finally stopped, he saw an opportunity and lunged forward at once. He focused all his strength, the power of his Sacred Blood, and the power of the dragon in his right shoulder and slammed against the woman in her abdomen. At tons of ramming force, the impact was as deadly as being hit by a runaway semi-truck. Blood instantly spouted out from her mouth. But the high heat of the flame vaporized every blood droplet in the air before it even hit the floor.

The woman did not expect Lin Sheng could take her thirteen lethal kicks and still be able to make a retaliatory move. What was even more surprising was the level of force he could exert in the riposte. She paid a high price for her successive miscalculations; her abdomen was severely mutilated, and the organs inside must have been a mess.

“d.a.m.n it, Frodo!” The male rider pulled himself to his feet. Severely wounded by the explosion, his body was s.h.i.+mmering in purple light.

Lin Sheng turned to the male rider, his mouth spitting flames like a fire extinguisher. As fire engulfed the male rider, his body began to flash in a green light, and a pair of black wings spread open on his back. He had almost exhausted all his strength, barely staying alive in the deadly fires. But this move also took a toll on Lin Sheng’s energy. After two successive fire-spitting moves, he started to feel his throat dry, his body fatigue. So he stopped.

“Kill them all!” Lin Sheng commanded and retreated into the fire. In the corridor outside the quiet room, a group of armored soldiers emerged from the billowing black smoke. They held a sword and a s.h.i.+eld, charging at the two injured riders with no hesitation.

The black-haired woman shrieked frenziedly, her eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils spattering fire as her body burst into red-hot flames. Following immediately, she forced out the fire with the wave of her hand, engulfing the two armored soldiers in a merciless inferno. As the body of the soldiers under the armors heated up, a terrible burning smell began to permeate in the air. Despite that, the two soldiers seemed to have no fear of death, much to the surprise of the woman. Instead of rolling on the floor groaning in pain, the soldiers continued to charge at her, ramming her to the ground.

On the other hand, the male rider was struggling to fence off the other three armored soldiers. Already severely hurt by the earlier explosion, he became significantly slower in his physical response. But the armored soldiers were different; they feared no death. Protected by crazy thick armor, they pounced at him one after another.

Lin Sheng had summoned eight vault guards. Together with the earlier two, they were all here right now. Earlier, the vault guards had not been able to determine whether the motorcycle convoy was friend or foe because the riders were riding too fast. Also, Lin Sheng did not let them join the battle earlier but only summoned them into action at the critical juncture to make the most impact.

Badly hurt in the earlier explosion, Lin Sheng was hiding in flames, healing his injuries. His half-dragonized body might be resistant to fire but not explosion. The concussion and tearing of tissue were non-fire physical trauma, to which he was not immune. He knew he was at his limit when two Two-Wingers began to attack him at the same time. He coughed, spitting out a lump of gore. “That was a close call. Who the h.e.l.l are these people?”

Lin Sheng looked down at his arms. After taking the brunt of the multiple kicks, his right hand had swollen even further. His right arm was now weak, dangling loosely from his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he emerged from the flames, took the coat that was relatively undamaged from the fire and put it on. He lunged again at the black-haired woman, determining to finish her off while she had not recovered.

Once a Darksider transformed into a Dark Winger, its injury would heal quicker than before, and he must not allow the woman this opportunity, he figured.