Nightmare's Call

545 Closing In: Part 3

Above the outer wall of Shermanton, there were three mysterious bodies, draped in black cloaks with only one multicolored eye exposed, floating in the air. They were stealthy, unseen by anyone, watching the brutal war down below like unconcerned spectators.

“At least four Palatinates have come. Never have they been mentioned in the intel,” the man floating slightly at the rear said.

“Not bad. It is very remarkable that a private organization in the human world can develop to this level,” said the one at the front, tall built, revealing a multicolored eye. The pupil of his eye looked like circles of dense and complex colored rings; red, blue, yellow, white, brown, gold, and the most central, black. The rings of seven colors bit together like serrated gears, gleaming with halos in his eye.

“The Blacktide attack is brutal. But that’s good, we can just take advantage of it. What if now, while the Palatinates are not there, we sneak in and destroy the Sanctum HQ...” The man smiled.

“Brilliant, My Lord!” The other two concurred.

“Let’s go.” The man chuckled. “Faldt is an idiot. He wanted to bring down everything, yet did it so openly. He had just dug his own grave.”

“Fight to the best of one’s ability and strike the enemy like a shot should be the basic quality every Magister has.”

“Had My Lord come earlier, this realm would have long changed hands,” another man said.

“But Faldt doesn’t belong to us, the Dark Pantheon. So he can only fight a lone war unlike My Lord. You have many loyal followers,” said the other flatteringly.

“Enough. Let’s go. It’s time to let the idiots in the human world learn how powerful our Magister is and not a paper tiger.”

The leading man flew straight past the wall toward the city without saying another word.

The battle with the Blacktide monsters had been going on for some time. No one had noticed that three powerful beings not belonging to this place were flying toward the core of the city: the Sanctum.

Also, no one had expected the Dark Pantheon would send Magister-class powerful beings here while the human world was in chaos.

Compared with the last time when coming to the human world was possible only by having wanton blood sacrifice, this time, they could make light work of it because death, destruction, fighting, and despair were everywhere.

Monsters and humans were natural enemies. Wherever they were, there would be fighting and killing. There were humans killed by monsters in some corners of the world every minute.

The human population decreased each time there was a Blacktide attack. Under this circumstance, getting enough humans for sacrifices was just too easy.

Just after the three persons from the Dark Pantheon entered the purified air inside the city wall, a series of rumbles accompanied by tremor came from outside the city as if something huge was stumping toward Shermanton.

Still fighting on the city wall, people unwittingly looked in the sound’s direction.

In the Blacktide water, a giant body emerged out of the black mist.

Its face had a bloodshot eye, white wheels spinning in its chest. Red-eyed, black dragons, tied to his back, were roaring frantically.

“That-That is Annihilatus?”

Two masked men in white were rooted to the spot, staring at the giant body outside the wall.

“How could this be? How could Annihilatus appear here? Is this world going to end?” The masked men in white were shivering big-time.

Even in the future world from where they came, each appearance of Annihilatus would be a catastrophic disaster. That was because Annihilatus was unkillable. It had an immortal body. There was no way to destroy it completely. The most people could do was struggle to resist and chase it away. In another word, in the eyes of the weaker beings, Annihilatus was invincible.

“That is it...” Their blood ran cold, knowing that there was no escaping this time.

The one-eyed giant fixed its bloodshot eye on the city wall as it stumped toward Shermanton. As it moved, it emitted a Legend-level, terrorizing force field to cover all living beings within a thousand-meter radius.

Palatinates appeared on the wall, faces grave as they stared at the one-eyed giant coming from afar. Among them were the Giant King brothers and Sin Dragon Matriarch.

The three had their hearts in their mouths. They found it hard to breathe as if something was pressing on their hearts.

“I think the Holy Emperor will not blame us if we flee, considering the kind opponent we are now facing.” Sin Dragon Matriarch flinched, trying to find herself some excuse.

The others said nothing. Flee? Where could they go in such circumstances?

Annihilatus suddenly roared in Shermanton’s direction. The powerful sound wave of its roar tore all the monsters in front of it into pieces.

Shocked, the Palatinates quickly summoned their force field. They jointly formed a holy city purification force field and barely protected themselves from the deadly sound waves.

The monsters were the ones that suffered the most from the sound waves. Even the two-headed black eagles in the air were torn apart and exploding. Nearly half of the black eagles died just because of that roar.

In contrast, the inner city, protected by the powerful purification force field, suffered the least damage. But still, many ordinary folks suffered and dropped unconscious to the ground after spurting blood from their mouth. Even the Palatinates barely escaped unhurt from this area-of-effect attack, let alone the helpless ordinary people.

The one-eyed giant continued to stump in Shermanton’s direction. There was not a single Legend-class being in Shermanton, let alone Magister-class. The most powerful beings there were people like Sin Dragon Matriarch, who were absolutely defenseless against the attack of Annihilatus.

The holy city was on the verge of destruction.

...

Lin Sheng’s brows were knitted together in a frown. Praying voices surrounded him, turning from soft and confident into rabid, frightened, and despair.

Those steady prayers for protection had changed. It now sounded as if the distorted images and sound of a TV broadcast. It was sharp, harsh, weird, and with a terrible sense of unease.

Nearly washed away from his original consciousness, Lin Sheng suddenly came out of the trance.