Nightmare’s Call

Black feather city.

Da Da Da ...

Lin Sheng walked step by step under the yellow street lamp.

He set off along the side of the street from the small sanctuary, past the Jazz House, the Warriors Guild, and the Advanced Spell Research Institute that just came out.

Houses and buildings, like giant beasts sleeping in the dark, can wake up at any time.

Lin Sheng carefully looked at the house numbers one by one. He was no longer interested in ordinary mansions. What he wanted to find was a powerful master like the King of Steel.

"From the memory of the King of Steel, most of the Black Feathers were evacuated at that time, and only a few remained. To find the Six Wings from this group ..."

Lin Sheng thought and knew that it was extremely difficult.

"But if you put aside humans and count the monsters ...... there is a lot more choice."

Standing in front of a small shop with closed doors, Lin Sheng reached out and touched the decaying wooden door frame. Without too much stay, keep moving forward.

Buildings kept being thrown behind him.

The towering minaret in the center of the black feather city, the wide circular area, is getting closer and closer to him.

After walking for a while, Lin Sheng looked up.

There was no fog in the city at night.

By moonlight, he probably saw the road ahead. Just walk around a large building resembling a temple, and you will reach the central area.

"Temple? With the temple, how can there be a temple here?" Lin Sheng frowned slightly, carefully looking at the huge building tens of meters away.

In the middle of the building is a domed gray-white stone lobby with a sub-tower on the left.

The height of the auxiliary tower is much higher than that of the middle lobby. The top is inlaid with some fine rubies at the top.

In the middle of the lobby, above the gate, an angel wearing a hood is carved. The angel's chest is centered with a huge swirling eye pattern.

Lin Sheng paused, looked around, and made sure that there was no danger before he walked towards the temple.

As the distance gets closer. Lin Sheng's crisp footsteps echoed in the empty and silent streets around.

The humming cold wind blew past, and all the holes around were whining. It seems like a large group of monsters that are about to pounce.

Lin Sheng stood before the gate of the temple. Left and right are more than ten meters of gray cylinders, round stone pillars, which continue to spread toward the depths of darkness.

On the middle gate, two vaguely kneeling men were carved. The man was bare-chested, holding a bottle and a quill in each hand, and looked a little weird.

"In a city, the small sanctuary was actually squeezed to the edge of the central area, and there is actually a second large temple ..." Lin Sheng raised the burning sword in his hand.

The burning light source continuously provided him with the light.

He reached the gate and looked up at the black gates taller than three of them.

He tried to pull out first. Not moving.

Then push in.

Click.

The gate was slow, heavy, and opened slightly.

Two doors weighing at least a few hundred pounds, slowly and completely opened by Lin Sheng.

call.

There was a blast of icy air behind the door. Lin Sheng shook all over. The body's instincts stimulate the Holy Spirit to maintain body temperature.

The lobby inside is a huge space hundreds of meters deep.

Rows of thick stone pillars in the lobby form a straight forward and spacious pathway.

The pavement was covered with heavy, stained and damaged carpets.

Click, click.

When Lin Shengcai entered the door, he saw the left and right sides, between the stone pillars, and slowly came out a masked woman holding a huge sickle.

The women were covered in black helmets all over their heads, wearing tight leather armor, and only exposed their navels.

At their snow-white navel, there was a dark red blood pupil.

The vertical pupil was just in the position of the navel, and the eyeballs kept turning, showing a little irritability.

"One, two, three, four, and some people welcomed them, and they were really flattered."

Lin Sheng grasped the burning sword tightly, rightly.

The four women approached slowly, only five or six meters away. The vertical pupils on their navels stopped suddenly, all staring at Lin Sheng.

Alas.

Four sickles were raised at the same time, and they suddenly waved down.

Lin Sheng was a bit strange. They were obviously far away, but why did the four-headed monster wave their hands before they approached.

Without waiting for him to recover, the tip of the four sickle blades pierced out of nowhere from two directions behind him.

Huh!

Four huge sickles fell fiercely on Lin Sheng's back.

For a moment, bloodlight splashed.

At the end of Lin Sheng's body, only two sickles broke his back, and he was blocked by bones and ejected. The other two were sideways avoided.

The sickles actually seemed to cross the space, directly over a distance of five or six meters, and emerged from behind him.

Lin Sheng didn't have much time to think about it. When he saw the four women holding up and wielding the sickle again, he quickly flew and flung, the burning sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames and beheaded one of the women.

puff.

The woman suddenly turned into black smoke and dissipated, reunited her body in another place, and waved a sickle again.

Lin Sheng sprinted continuously before reaching the second woman.

puff.

There was another whistle, and the woman turned into black smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Sheng waved a dozen swords in a row, but his speed couldn't keep up with these four sickle women. Every time is easily blocked and avoided.

Huh!

There were two more wounds on his arm.

He stepped back and tried to distance himself. He was forced to get closer again by the sudden sickle.

He couldn't meet each other behind him.

The burning sword in Lin Sheng's hand kept moving at high speed, smashing into a sickle coming around.

However, no matter how skilled he is in one-on-four, Lin Sheng's wounds are getting more and more under the condition of severe defeat.

Blood spitting began to appear on the backs of his limbs.

A large amount of blood accumulated from small to large, constantly flowing out of the wound, dripping to the ground, and scattered everywhere.

Gradually Lin Sheng was out of strength, and a cricket lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

puff! !!

The four sickles seized the opportunity at almost the same time, stabbing into his shoulders fiercely from top to bottom.

Wow.

Lin Sheng suddenly smiled, holding the sickle bar tightly with both hands, and suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth.

"Oh!"

A huge deafening dragon roar turned into a substantive sound wave, spreading from his mouth.

As soon as the four sickle women were about to fall apart, they were shaken by the sound, their bodies were stiff, and they stagnated for about a second.

Lin Sheng loosened the hilt of the sword like lightning, grabbed the two women in front of him, and ran forward.

Huh! !!

The two women's chests were knocked down and collapsed, and they were stuck on the stone pillars.

Lin Sheng turned again, stepped on, grabbed the remaining two women's heads, and collided fiercely.

Huh! !!

Two headless corpses fell to the ground.

Released his hands, Lin Sheng moved his shoulders and walked slowly toward the deep lobby. The injuries on his body were healing quickly at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Deep in the middle of the lobby, a slender figure slowly turned around and looked at him. A deep purple light shone in his eyes.