Nightmare's Call

Chapter 251: The Situation: Part 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lately, the Xylond local organization, called the Holy Sanctum, had suddenly begun to eliminate all the foreign forces coming for the Paragons of Destiny.

Within a few days, more than a dozen small forces had been routed and withdrawn. Four of the medium-sized groups were pushed back, and two of their stubborn strongholds were wiped out.

Two of the larger groups fought against the Holy Sanctum and then withdrew without a word. The rest of the large organizations also began to increase their forces.

Among them, the Bloodgrave was the one who sent the biggest force.

“It’s so late. Why don’t you stay and have tea with me?” A strange woman with pale arms slowly emerged from the darkness, looking at them and chuckling like a silver bell.

Suddenly there was a slight crash in the darkness.

The men Blood Grave were driven back by some force and gathered together, looking distressed.

“Are you going to wage a battle against us?” one of the men of Bloodgrave fumed.

“Battle? You think you’re qualified?” The gorgeous woman laughed.

“Are the people of the Holy Sanctum always so arrogant?”

Not far away, a car parked on the street, and a tall man in a black suit got out.

The man’s eyes are cold, his clothes were neatly arranged, and he looked like a powerful man, like a lawyer or a top financial elite. But judging by the light silver streaks on the back of his gloves, this was no ordinary guy.

“Lord Silver Ash!” The men of Bloodgrave were so glad to see the man and immediately bowed to the man.

The charming woman felt the strong aura of the man, and the smile on her face changed slightly.

“What?! Run!!!” The men of the Holy Sanctum around the woman immediately evacuated and disappeared into the darkness

“I’ve only just arrived and you want to go? Are you looking down on me?” The man sneered and took a step forward. The silver lines on the glove suddenly glowed with silver light.

Streaks of silver thread shot out of his glove and instantly condensed into silvery birds, flying after the men of The Holy Sanctum in the darkness.

“How dare you kill the men of the Holy Sanctum in our territory?”

A flash of light shadow in the darkness caught the flying silver birds like lightning. All the birds were crushed and scattered into tiny light spots.

The light shadow fell rapidly, turning into a soft and graceful petite girl with pale arms and gray hair.

“I did not expect that the Holy Sanctum would attract a big shot at the apex of Four Wings. It’s rare.”

The face of Silver Ash froze. His previous ease gradually gave way to surprise and anxiety.

“The Holy Sanctum actually has such a powerful Transcendent!” Although he felt that the aura of the girl was only at the bottom of Five Wings, the violent force that emanated naturally from the inside out could not be false. He thought the sanctum was just an ordinary organization.

“I am the Pied Piper of Bloodgrave...”

“Kill them.”

Silver Ash was interrupted in the middle of his introduction. He turned quickly and ran away.

However, the rest of the killers of Bloodgrave were seized by a large number of arms sprang up from the ground, unable to break free. They could only watch themselves dissolve quickly and sink to the ground.

Khadula did not chase Silver Ash.

The main purpose of the Holy Sanctum was to show their true strength, not to kill anyone against them. And if they killed someone’s best player, there would surely be a massive retaliation waiting for them.

Besides that reason, there was also another fundamental reason.

Khadula watched Silver Ash run away until he was out of sight.

Now that Khadula had split into more than a thousand versions of herself, she could not handle the battle with a Five-winger.

“Five-winger... It seems that these major organizations have important figures to heal. But it’s okay. Now we just need to show our strength and let outsiders know that the Holy Sanctum has enough power to be feared.” Khadula heard Lin Sheng’s voice in her heart.

“We don’t need to kill all forces. We just need to kill some of them as a warning. Only if we show enough strength will we be able to trade the Paragons of Destiny for what we need in exchange for healing their men,” Lin Sheng continued.

That was his real purpose.

“You’re right about everything,” said Khadula, smiling. She knew that Lin Sheng’s purpose was not just focused on the Holy Sanctum.

The Paragons of Destiny on Adolf was a disaster for those who have no power or strong background, but for those who have power in hand, it was resources and contacts.

Lin Sheng did this to make the Holy Sanctum the strong background force for Adolf so he was able to stand on an equal footing with the rest of the big bosses, and thus to manage his own network by therapeutic means. Who would bother to exchange resources with you for just one secret cure if someone else could easily take it from you?

“But sorry. Your identity may have been exposed,” Lin Sheng sighed.

“Never mind. Even if this didn’t happen, the news that I’m in the Holy Sanctum will also spread.” Khadula did not care.

“You joined the Holy Sanctum. What about the Ironfist Society? Which one do you belong to? Ironfist Society? Or the Holy Sanctum? How about the Steel Lord?” Suddenly, the voice of a young man came from behind Khadula.

The sound so close to her it made her skin crawl. The intensity of this sound wave could only be emitted by a person within a meter of her.

She wanted to turn quickly and throw her arms at the young man behind her.

“Don’t move,” warned the young man. “You can still say your last words, but if you move, it’s over.”

Khadula did not dare to move.

She already felt the pain that came from all over her body. Her body was imperceptibly cut into hundreds of pieces by the young man in a flash. The only reason she was still standing there was that the young man’s sword was too fast for her body to react.

“Who are you! ?” The smile on Khadula’s face was gone, and it was replaced by an unprecedented chill.

“Me?” The young man behind him smiled. “Do you remember my disciple, Reinier?”

“Reinier??”

“Ah... Don’t even remember the name? Never mind. This time, you’ll never forget.”

*Bang!!*

Khadula suddenly exploded and burst into hundreds of pieces of flesh.

A handsome young man with blue hair and red eyes was smiling at the rain of flesh and blood.

Behind him was Reinier, looking reverent.

At the same time, on Sanctum Hill, in the Sanctum of Shadow, the Night Lord stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing bright purple.