Nightmare's Call

Chapter 468: Gang Fight: Part 1

An ancient psalm was reverberating in the air along with a mysterious song.

At the entrance to Heaven’s Spire in Redwin, a massive amount of runes and dark energy were going around in a white-red-blue, three-dimensional magic circle. An uncountable amount of energy surged from Heaven’s Spire, guiding the energy particles in the surroundings to converge in the circles. At last, these thousand magic circles formed a magic circle of the Seal of unparalleled size. The Seal was the best way to deal with a powerful being like Faldt.

Whatever Lin Sheng could think of, Heaven’s Spire could, too, and do it even better than Lin Sheng could. They had recruited many bloodlines of the Sealing Blood since many years ago. The deployment of these magic circles caught Faldt unawares. But still, he was floating in the air, unruffled, looking down at the thousand-meter-across magic circle, which surrounded him in the center.

Shackling him was the energy that appeared like silks coming from all directions outside the magic circle. Even the softest spider silk, when bundled together in enough amount, was stronger than a steel rope. More so these were dark energy threads from the magic circle, converging under Heaven’s Spire. Led by a few remaining Palatinates, semi-transparent angels with wings appeared.

“Angels? It has been years since I last saw such a scene.” Faldt looked at what happened before his eyes, suddenly feeling a little disappointed. “Thinking of using the angels to contain me? You all are underestimating me. A thousand years ago, I could slaughter the angels with one hand. Let alone now!” He looked down at his feet as bundles of transparent silk shackled his legs. The bundles grew thicker and denser.

“But you should be proud of it. This might be the first time, in my current form, I find things a little tricky.”

He lifted his right hand.

“Spellword: Power of the Stone.

“Spellword: Godspeed.

“Spellword: Dreadlight.

“Spell: Mindspike.

“Higher-order Enhancement: Divine Tablet of Ambro.

“Higher-order Enchantment: Light of the Underworld.”

His lips twitched as he chanted all the incantations in just two seconds. Things started to happen as soon as he finished.

Various energy flows were buzzing and shimmering around his body like an electric current. At the same time, four long spears with razor-sharp tip appeared out of thin air around him. Flowing with runes around their tips, the four semi-transparent long spears vanished all of a sudden, and in just the blink of an eye, they reappeared among the people, who were administering the magic circle on the ground. Following immediately were four powerful bursts of shock waves exploding in the crowd.

“This is an attack on the mind and soul. It’s irresistible and unavoidable. Your only option is to accept it.” Faldt smiled.

As people started to collapse, and many were knocked unconscious by the mental-attack explosion, the magic circle slowed down.

“I will take care of his attack. The rest of the people keep the magic circle running!” An elder from Heaven’s Spire motioned with his hand. Striding a step out, his clothes burst open to reveal the silver-white body-hugging armor underneath.

“The spell of Snow Dragon Armor!”

As he spread out his hands, the green light of the dark energy formed a grayish-black vortex above his head. As if an overflowed damn, a large amount of light-green dark energy started to pour out from the vortex. Under the strange effect of some forces, the dark energy turned into solid white ice covering the body of the elder. Hideously rough icicles formed all over his body, densely packed together to form his most powerful defense: Snow Dragon Armor.

“Are you coming to stop me?” Faldt laughed. “Since you know I’m the Underworld Declaimer, you should also know that my biggest strength lies not in myself fighting the battle.”

He looked up, the hair behind his back growing longer and denser, rising and forming a grayish-black giant in the air. The giant had a horn on his head, his muscles knotted like the roots of a tree, and a pair of meaty wings about to grow on his back. In his hands was a large black stone column.

“The Underworld Pillarguard. Go and destroy this place now!” Faldt ordered.

The grayish-black giant acknowledged with a grunt, and his five-meter-tall body flew out. As he broke away from the hair, he gained more speed and hurled down toward the earth like a meteorite. At the same time, a Palatinate launched himself up from the ground and stopped the Column Guardian of the Underworld using an ancient, fine tower shield.

Faldt was unfazed. It was only a little summoned creature of his to buy him time for more things to come.

“Madolun, the Deepwater Fangs, the Alpha Ambusher, the Shifting-shadow Beast, my most loyal aide-de-camp! In the name of Faldt, I summon you!”

He chanted the true names of another powerful existence. It was not easy to chant the true names. Inscribed in the depth of the soul, they were a unique representative in space and time. During the incantation, he needed to imagine the complete image of that creature, and chant most of its strengths, deeds, history, and features. Lastly, he was required to get the creature’s permission before he could summon it in its true names.

This was what Faldt was doing right now. This required a magic circle that used a lot of preparation, resources, and manpower. But his powerful incantation ability had mostly done away with this process and come up with an easy-to-use summoning method.

As Faldt chanted, from behind him appeared a two-meter-tall strange male warrior with thirteen pairs of hands. The warrior wore rough leather armor, barefooted. His armor was tattered as if he had worn it for too long. What caught the eyes more was a pair of slightly curved, light purple blades. The summoned male seemed devoid of any sanity with a pair of bloodshot eyes. He roared like a beast as soon as it appeared, flicking his hands back and coming down with his blades.

Two streaks of silver light struck down like a falling meteorite in the shape of an ‘X’. At first, there were only two streaks of light. As they approached their targets, they split in hundreds of streaks like body cells dividing themselves. Each streak of blade light materialized into a silver monster as soon as it touched the ground. The head of metallic monsters was as sharp as a knife, their bodies slender the willows, moving as quick as lightning and sneaky as snakes as they struck those who stayed in the magic circle.

“Kill!”

Knowing that the situation had come to a critical moment, a group of Darksiders lunged out. The magic circle of the Seal had been running for a long time and still holding out against Faldt until now. This showed it was still effective. So long as they put more effort into it, maybe they could reseal Faldt back into the Underworld.