Nightmare's Call

Chapter 376: Alert: Part 2

Lin Sheng used himself as the Warden with no hesitation. Only in this way that he could leverage the holy power from the font to improve his strength in the shortest time possible. He could transfer the role to others if he was not needed.

Next, after deciding on the core warden, it was a series of tedious installation works.

Two days later, at eight in the morning, the first holy power font of the Sanctum in Miga was perfectly assembled twenty meters underground on the outskirts of Henricqal.

With cooperation from hundreds of Darksiders and with the completion of the holy power font, the building of the small sanctum was finished under five hours.

Under Lin Sheng’s direction, the holy power font was integrated into the sanctuary system with all the crucial couplings done.

Next, he only needed to activate the binding process to complete the construction of the small sanctum. Everyone in the division was concerned about the process.

According to what Lin Sheng said and the intel from Xylond, the activation of the small sanctum would establish its importance in the heart of the residents of Henricqal during this time of chaos.

Once activated, the holy power font would automatically produce a purifying force-field effect following the convergence of the holy power.

What did the purifying force field mean to Henricqal of this time? It meant order, stability, and faith.

So Lin Sheng had given Baine University, the Asterism of the Moon basin, and the government a heads-up. He made sure he could successfully set up the small sanctum.

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On the morning of December 7 in Henricqal.

Two brown, armored vehicle-like off-road vehicles were roaming around the city at high speed. As they drove past, stacks of white printed leaflets were thrown out of the windows onto the streets.

Residents hid in their houses as they were too terrified by the Black Tide’s attack. There was also the intimidation and persecution from the cults and the strange organizations in the city.

People occasionally ventured out on the streets looking for food. The Baine University and the government had done their best to ensure the supply of food and electricity. But the monsters coming from the Black Tide kept attacking the people from the dark spots. It was a common occurrence. It was the reason people were scared going to the rendezvous.

If the Asterism arrived in time when an attack happened, the damage would be under control. But if they did not, casualty number would be high.

Panic, chaos and despair filled Henricqal now. The Sanctum wanted to spread a message through the leaflet. It claimed it was was possible to set up a safe zone, free from the monster attack. The residents was filled with anticipation as well as skepticism.

Two pieces of leaflet, carried by wind, slowly fell into a dark alley. A white, slender hand caught one of the leaflet.

The white leaflet had a sketch of the small sanctum. Below it read,

Faced with all the threats, persecution, unimaginable anomalies and weird monsters, we may not be able to 100% guarantee the safety of everyone, but we can give all believers the right to decide their own destiny.

We will set up a safe haven to weaken the power of the ubiquitous Black Tide and avoid random attacks.

The safe zone can only accommodate a limited number of people. Those with talent and excellent willpower will get a place in the Sanctum and the opportunity to practice cultivation.

There was a line of contact numbers and addresses at the bottom.

Looking at the leaflet, Mylissa and Selena fell into deep thought.

“The orthodox sect that calls themselves the Sanctum is going to establish a safe zone to counteract the power of the Black Tide.” Mylissa had heard about this sect from her classmates.

It was a rare sect officially recognized in Miga. They seemed to be trying to save the civilians and fight against the Black Tide and monsters.

“Can we trust the Sanctum?” Selena looked at Mylissa, appearing a little worried.

“Who cares so long as it gives people hope.” Mylissa appeared expressionless. “If they are as powerful as they claimed, the cults would be the first ones to react.”

Selena nodded. “Indeed, the cult forces headed by the Sevenlocks Tower will never tolerate such forces to win the people’s hearts and to grow stronger.”

Selena possessed the Paragon of Destiny. The Sevenlocks Tower had attempted to assassin her twice. Fortunately, the Paragon of Destiny in her had the ability to go stealth. Otherwise, they would have captured her, and she would be long dead.

They threw away the leaflets and left the alley. When they arrived at the end of the alleyway, a dark hole suddenly appeared in the trash can on the side. A shadow lunged out and pounced at Selena.

It was a shadowy monster that looked like a cheetah. Its body was composed of shadows with no physical body. It was black. Only the eyes and thesharp teeth were white and glowing in light.

The Shadow Cheetah pinned Selena on the ground and was about to gnaw her to death.

“Phantom, kill it!” Mylissa so ordered, and a purple female crystal warrior became out from behind her. The warrior stepped forward with a sharp sword in each hand.

Two streaks of cold light flashed past. The Shadow Cheetah froze a palm away from Selena, its body turned weak as two swords punctured its head. It became lifeless.

“Are you all right?” Mylissa came up to Selena and pulled her up.

“I’m all right.” Selena was shocked but still managed a smile. She spat to calm herself down after cheating death. Selena was fortunate that Mylissa, the strongest in the small-scale combat, was with her. Otherwise, she would have been seriously wounded, if not dead.

The stealthy ability of the Shadow Cheetah was so good that even Selena could not detect it. She patted herself on her flat chest as she got up.

Just when she was about to say something, her expression changed. With the wave of her hand, an invisible layer of breeze covered her and Mylissa, and they disappeared from the alley.

Just then, in front of the door of a closed supermarket less than a hundred meters away, two vaguely visible figures appeared. They stood quietly beside a telephone booth and then materialized. One wore a light-blue business suit, looking tidy; the other wore a clown suit with a leaflet in his hand.

“What time the Wasp Lord left last night?” The clown asked with a shrilling voice.

“At about half past ten, through one-way long-distance teleportation. He is not expected to return in a short time,” the figure in the blue business suit answered.

“Interesting. When the Wasp Lord left, the Sanctum decided to establish a safe zone. Interesting.” The clown grinned.

“Don’t worry about this. Have you arranged it?” the figure in a business suit asked.

“Of course. Ten minutes. Sacrifice some members of the congregation and offer the Divinity’s Advent as living sacrifice concurrently in two places. These will draw the attention of the Baine’s patrol.

“Things have been arranged in the mysterious realms. It’s ready to go. But there is only one chance, and I think you already knew.” The clown laughed.

“Be careful,” the figure in the business suit urged.

“I know.”

Six Shadow Cheetahs suddenly flew out from the darkness. One was much larger than the others.