Nightmare's Call 254 The Battle: Part 3

"The Palatinates… are really powerful." Lin Sheng thought to himself.

In the fight between him and Yinan earlier, almost every blow exceeded the maximum power of the full burst of a Six-winger.

In other words, if they wanted to, they could make the top tier of the Six Wing level and collapse at any moment. They had gone far beyond Six Wings. It was a whole new level.

"I don't repress the instinctive talent anymore. Even if it's not all open, I can only hold on to ten breaths at most..."

Lin Sheng estimated the time and decided to give Yinan a final blow.

"Goodbye, Throne Angel of the Heaven's Spire." He raised his hand and shook it lightly against the dragon's head.

"Do you know what the Palatinate is?" Suddenly, a calm voice came from inside the dragon's head.

The black dragon shivered violently and green cracks appeared in its body. There seemed to be light coming out of it.

Lin Sheng did not dare to slacken off. Countless Shadow Dragon Whiskers piled up and surged up, trying to suppress the green light again.

"Happy... So happy... I want your eyes more and more now... I didn't expect to encounter such potential power..." Yinan's voice, with a touch of sickness and fanaticism, oozed from the inside of the dragon's head little by little. The massive amount of Shadow Dragon Whiskers couldn't stop it at all.

Cold sweat oozed slowly from Lin Sheng's temples. Tiny beads of sweat gathered and rolled down his cheeks, but he had no intention of wiping them from his face.

*Boom!!*

Countless black lines burst open. A huge dazzling green light rose slowly in the night sky, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day.

Yinan completely changed in the green light. The plain casual clothes he was wearing had changed into a delicate, finely groomed, iguanembroidered robe.

"It is true that being a Palatinate will elevate my level of evil energy and improve my quality, but compared to those, it is not these boring things that really make me stand above all beings..."

The flames suddenly drew back into Yinan's body. He fell gently to the ground, looking calm.

"Well, that's all for the game." He raised his hand again. "I'm tired of it."

Lin Sheng then backed away out of the blue and dashed to the right, trying to avoid the possible attacks.

"Illusion: Astral Projection!"

Indescribable great gravitation suddenly pulled him back to the clearing less than twenty meters away from Yinan.

At the same time, a circle of silver light curtains flowing with a large number of strange green symbols wrapped around Lin Sheng and Yinan, isolating them in a small space about 20 meters in diameter.

There was no evil energy and flame on Yinan. He had a paper-thin silver dagger in his hand and a calm look on his face.

"What a pity… If you can dabble in evil energy, maybe you can step into the rank of Palatinates and keep pace with me.

He swung the dagger casually, and the dagger sent out a great piercing wind pressure and noise.

Lin Sheng's pupil contracted. A simple movement of the opponent made him feel the fatal threat.

He could clearly feel that there's no evil energy coming from the dagger, but how could a simple wave give him that fatal threat?

"You found it weird?" Yinan smiled. "Among the Darksiders, only those who awaken to the Eventide are entitled to be called 'The Palatinates', which is the iron law. And as soon as the Palatinates awaken to the Eventide, a power completely of his own will awaken from the depths of his soul. This ability is the greatest strength of the Palatinates."

He was unsparing in explaining his moves to his opponents. He had done this many, many times.

Destroy all your enemy's hopes before you kill them. When one's heart was shaken, one's spirit would doubt, quiver and the soul would likewise be oppressed and weakened.

His ability was called Astral Projection, and its core was to produce different effects depending on the strength of the soul. If the opponent's soul is stronger than his, the opponent would be forced to weaken half of his soul power. And if the opponent's soul was weaker than his, all his attacks would automatically be doubled or more. This was soul specific lethality.

To get out of this situation, only the Palatinates of the same rank could use the stronger evil energy field to break free. The average person could only be the underdog in this 20-meter diameter until he completely lost consciousness.

"You are not a Palatinate. No matter how hard you struggle, it will only be in vain." Yinan approached Lin Sheng step by step, feeling his soul fluctuating, doubting and weakening.

"Now... Welcome your death!" He flashed toward Lin Sheng, holding a dagger and slashed. It was just a simple slash, but the force was stronger than the movement just now!

The dagger fell like a meteorite toward Lin Sheng.

*Dang!*

Lin Sheng flashed a sword to block the dagger, but he felt the pressure as soon as his sword touched the dagger.

The great weight and great pressure kept flowing from the dagger. Yinan's strength had increased greatly, completely beyond the limit he could cope with. Even with the help of shadow power, the Blade of Darkgold in his hand was constantly being pressed toward him.

"Well? Do you want to surrender?" Yinan smiled and asked. "You see, at this point, you'll either be imprinted with my soul, and then you'll be mine, or you will die here." He said, and then added another slight kick.

*Bam!*

Lin Sheng blocked the kick, but the tremendous force sent him flying, hitting the silver light curtain behind him and bouncing him off.

"Please make your choice," Yinan said, waving his dagger again.

*Dang!*

Lin Sheng tried to block it, but the force sent him flying again. He vomited a little blood in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh, where's your power? Why didn't you use it?" Yinan suddenly appeared behind Lin Sheng and stabbed him.

Lin Sheng was too late to dodge the attack. The attack left a gash in his waist, and a little numbness crept up the wound. He took a few steps and turned around to protect himself, but the numbness in the wound spread quickly.

"Poison!? Damn it!" He had no idea that the young man was so powerful. It was way beyond the power of a Six-winger!

"Well? I'm running out of patience." Yinan approached him, step by step.

"Haha… Soul imprint? It doesn't sound like a good thing…" Lin Sheng pulled off the mask and spat some blood. His purple eyes were faintly filled with manic.

"Well, it's not so bad. It's better to be a dog than dead, isn't it? You can't get out anyway, and my evil energy will burn your soul to ashes," Yinan smiled and said.

He was not lying. This light curtain was an absolute shield against all soul waves.

Lin Sheng did not speak. He no longer dared to use the Night Lord's natural power, and if he kept using it, the only result was that his soul fell asleep, unconscious as before.

If he lost consciousness now, the Night Lord's body would be controlled by his own fighting instincts. Using the night king's natural power at full blast had failed to beat the opponent, let alone his basic fighting instincts.

"Haven't you decided yet?" Yinan finally lost patience completely. "Well then, you should go to hell."

The flames of evil energy began to turn on him. The flame was at least twice as powerful as before! The dark green flames had changed to something close to black.

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the blade upright, his eyelids drooping.

*Puff!*

Suddenly, a small explosion was heard from outside the light curtain.

Lin Sheng's heart began to hurt all of a sudden.

He looked over his shoulder and saw a flood of white figures rushing wildly toward the light curtain, then turning into black smoke one by one and disappearing together with the silver spots on the light curtain.

Khadula was standing there, her eyes turned pitch-dark.

"Lin Sheng…" She seemed to have something to say to him, but he could not hear her inside the light curtain.

It appeared that she sensed death in the light curtain. Numerous of her splits continuously rushed to the light curtain, one after another, without a trace of hesitation.

"Don't die..." There were tears in Khadula's eyes.

Many of the splits exploded, but apart from causing a slight ripple on the light curtain, nothing else happened.

Soon, Khadula's skin began to darken, and countless energies were drawn back to her from far away. Her strength increased rapidly, and soon she reached the level of Five Wings.

Lin Sheng watched her and soon realized what she wanted to do.

"Stop! Khadula!"

"Lin Sheng, thank you for your care all this while." Khadula smiled at him, and without hesitation she rushed to the silver light curtain, pious and determined.

"To me, you are my last and only light... Goodbye." Layers of black smoke billowed from her body, and she rushed to the light curtain without hesitation.

She suddenly turned into her real form. A face made up of countless huge pale arms crashed into the silver light curtain with a tremendous impact.

"No!!!" Lin Sheng roared. He was struggling extremely. He tried as hard as he could to reach Khadula, but the silver light curtain cut between them like a stone wall. His sword fell heavily on the light curtain, but nothing happened.

"No!!!" He growled again, striking the light curtain with his sword.

Time seemed to be flowing slowly, everything around it was being slowed down in an instant, just like a slow-motion shot in a movie.

Watching Khadula rushing towards the light curtain, Lin Sheng felt an inexplicable pain coming from some unknown place in his heart and the darkness from the depths of his soul overwhelmed all his consciousness.

Suddenly, darkness flashed before his eyes.

And the next moment he was standing on a huge black lake, calm as a mirror.

Opposite him stood a man. A man with purple eyes, wearing armor and a mask.

The black water rippled slowly beneath their feet. The ripples at the two ends kept crossing and converging on each other, creating finer ripples.

"I see your pain," whispered the man.

"Night Lord..." Lin Sheng recognized the eyes. The kind of gentle eyes only the Night Lord could have.

"Leave it to me." The Night Lord raised his head, gently pulled off his mask and smiled. "You're exhausted."

"I..." Lin Sheng opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but the intense pain in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

The Night Lord turned and walked slowly into the darkness. "If there's a chance, tell Shayna I love her."

Lin Sheng wanted to catch up, but a ray of light appeared in front of him out of nowhere, and in an instant, he was standing in front of the light curtain again.

Everything was exactly the same as before, except the soft eyes of the Night Lord reflected on the light curtain.

"How nice... A world without destruction." The Night Lord stood up and watched everything around him in slow motion.

Khadula who gave up her life for Lin Sheng.

The calm and cold Throne Angel, Yinan.

The men of the Holy Sanctum and enemies in a frenzied battle in the distance.

Leaves falling slowly in the night sky.

The bright moon in the night sky.

And... a living, powerful self.

"Am I Lin Sheng or Dyze?"

He lowered his head and looked at his fair and slender hands, and then he raised his head, his eyes stopped on Yinan.

Time seemed to be speeding up and returning to normal.

Golden cracks gradually emerged in his pupils, and numerous golden dots swirled in them. All of them rapidly converged to form a huge golden three-headed dragon sitting majestically in a dark void.

"Repent. The Resplendent Gloom... The gaze of the Dragonking."

A dark color suddenly climbed up from the foot of Yinan.

Chapter end

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