Nightmare’s Call

With the goal in mind, Lin Sheng played the piano, went home, explained to his parents and sister, then fell asleep in a hurry, and fell into a dream.

The target he set was the thousand-armed human face at the bottom of the pool.

If this monster didn't have the magic axe, he wouldn't be able to handle it at all.

He tested it a few times last night. Without using the divine weapon axe, he turned on the half-dragon transformation, turned on the burning of the holy blood, and at the same time activated the blessing of the holy power.

Then he sprinted with all his strength, and with one blow, he could only knock off one arm of Thousand Arms Man's Face, leaving a bit of broken skin on it.

He thought to himself that under the superposition of all-out bursts, the lethality should have reached the fifth-level level of Black Feather City. But even so, it can only leave a little bit of broken skin on the arm.

Therefore, getting rid of the thousand-armed face and making it a summoner became Lin Sheng's biggest goal at this time.

Lying on his back on the bed, he closed his eyes slightly, and in his heart told the two dungeon soldiers to patrol around the house by themselves, and deal with them directly if they encountered any danger.

Only then did he calm down, and slowly put his consciousness into his heart, leaving it in an inexplicable blurred and chaotic state.

blah blah blah blah.

The sound of the crackling second hand came again soon.

Not long after this time, Lin Sheng immediately became conscious.

call!

He opened his eyes. I was standing in the gap between the stone hall and the pool.

The air was gray, surrounded by dark green passage walls. In front of it was a hole in the stone temple with a dazzling green light.

There are two arms behind him that are slowly wriggling on the ground.

Without saying a word, Lin Sheng rushed straight into the stone hall, his whole body covered with holy power, and then skillfully pulled out the giant double-edged ax from the hand of the stone statue, turned around and rushed towards the pool.

He was already very familiar with this routine, and it took less than five seconds from beginning to end.

Dozens of practice sessions last night made him proficient in this routine.

Boom!

Soon there was a muffled noise from the pool.

The face of the thousand-armed man floating on the pool was only the size of a bathtub, but he still couldn't escape, and was slashed on the face by the ax again.

"No!" The thousand-armed man yelled in pain.

He seemed to only yell a few words over and over again. Obviously insane, lost his nature.

Whoosh!

A white light flew into the stone hall and returned to the stone statue, turning into a double-edged giant axe.

Then Lin Sheng rushed in again, grabbed the ax from the stone statue, turned and rushed out.

Repeat this back and forth.

after an hour

oh! ! !

After a painful and unwilling roar.

The entire dungeon began to vibrate violently.

Lin Sheng stood by the pool and smashed the ax into it for the last time.

Then he watched the face of the thousand-armed man in the pool being hit hard, and let out a painful roar.

At this time, the thousand-armed human face was about the size of a normal person's face. But he still couldn't escape Lin Sheng's shock.

Its entire face, from left to right, was cut obliquely with a wide green wound.

Large swaths of gray mist gushed out from the wound, accompanied by scorching heat.

oh! ! !

The thousand-armed face screamed wildly again.

The dungeon was shaking, shaking, and large pieces of rubble fell from the head. Cracks quickly appeared on the surrounding walls.

The ground gradually cracked, and dark and deep cracks appeared.

Only the stone palace remained as stable as Mount Tai, motionless. As if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with it.

Lin Sheng retreated again and again, and finally there was no place to stand. There were cracks and gaps everywhere. He could only retreat into the stone hall in one breath, and stood quietly at the door, watching the changes outside.

Soon, the shaking outside gradually subsided.

The pool was also filled with all kinds of stones, large and small, and the green liquid leaked a lot along the cracks around it.

In the middle of the pool, the thousand-armed human face has completely shown its original shape.

It was a thin, mummy-like white-haired old man in a dark yellow mage robe.

The old man was holding a long wooden stick, his eyes were closed tightly, and his appearance seemed to be the same as that of ordinary old people.

But when Lin Sheng took a closer look, he found that the old man's mouth was sewed shut.

And he only has one arm, which is engraved with densely packed light golden pattern symbols.

Because these symbols are similar to the color of his mage's robe, it will be really hard to distinguish for a while.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of cloudy and dazed yellow pupils.

He seemed about to say something, but his mouth was sewn shut and he couldn't open it.

Soon, the old man's whole body rapidly dissolved and evaporated, turning into traces of black smoke and black gas. All the black air quickly condensed into a thick black line, rushing towards Lin Sheng with a whoosh.

"Here we come!" Lin Sheng was already ready.

Now that the thousand-armed human face has been worn to death, the step of absorbing the black thread must not fail!

He took a step forward and left the stone palace.

This is to prevent him from going into a coma, losing his sanity, and unable to use the holy power to cover his body. Then he was attacked by the stone statue in the stone temple.

Around the pool now, the vibration has stopped, but from time to time, there are dark cracks with bottomless depths.

Just pay attention to the location and you'll be fine.

Lin Sheng quickly stepped into a stable corner and sat on the ground.

Chi!

At this moment, the black thread rushed into his chest fiercely.

With a bang, Lin Sheng felt as if his mind had been blasted by a thunderbolt.

Countless whispers rushed into his mind, countless twists, breaths, messages, touches

He felt like his head was going to explode, and he lay on the ground with a plop, his whole body began to twitch.

This time was different from the others.

completely different!

All the images pouring in are all pitch black, without color or form. Nothing but black.

The whispers of voices are all chaotic, densely packed like a hive, noisy, evil, painful, helpless, angry, and crazy.

All negative emotions can be heard in these whispers.

In the dark, the only thing Lin Sheng could perceive was the touch of his hands.

"Can you lend me your hand?"

In the invisible shadow, a voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Sheng froze all over, and suddenly felt an indescribable chill from the bottom of his heart.

It was a feeling of extreme terror, and it was impossible to discern what emotion it was.

His whole body trembled violently under this feeling.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a lonely and terrifying soul, which was gradually becoming creepy in loneliness and distortion.

It was born with only a sense of touch, and only its hands have a sense of touch. The rest of its body is a deformed shell without nerves.

In order to explore more of the world around him, the soul gradually turned into a monster.

He greedily longed for help from others, and harvested pairs of arms of all kinds from others again and again.

Over time, his arms grew, until one day, he was found by an old man with a golden mask.

The old man came here in exchange for one of his arms. came to this pool.

So much for memory.

Slowly lighting up in the darkness was a fuzzy white face of a child.

He was smiling at Lin Sheng.

vomit! ! !

Lin Sheng fell forward, retching heavily.

He was chilling all over, and his body was convulsing abnormally violently. Some nerves appear to be atrophied, and some appear to be overdeveloped.

His hands became extremely sensitive, and he could feel severe pain just by simply pressing on the ground.

What shocked Lin Sheng the most was that he could feel that the soul fragments he got this time were almost as much as the sum of all the souls he had absorbed before!

"Kadura..." Lin Sheng retched, and said a name that was inherently fearful.

"Your name is Kadulla." His mind was in chaos, but only that smiling face, that of a little boy, was deeply engraved in his mind.

Kadulla was the name given to the boy by the old man with the golden mask.

In Guren, it means: sin.

In the same way, the syllable of this word, in Guren language, is only one word different from that of the holy judge.