Nightmare's Call

Chapter 330: Stepping Into: Part 1

The dragon crystal was a special treasure that Lin Sheng had gotten by chance, and no matter what he did, he could not discard it. It would always appear where it was most convenient for Lin Sheng’s hand to grab it.

“If only I could use some tools to open this thing up, perhaps I’ll be able to understand what secret is hidden within it.”

Lin Sheng recalled the process where the flesh turned into rock armor. If he could understand what the principle behind it was, perhaps it would help him in analyzing the dragon crystal.

He carefully pulled the flesh out and put it into the freezer as he cleaned up the table.

“Seems like it’s almost time.” Lin Sheng looked at the clock on the wall.

As he stepped out of the basement, using his senses he could tell that two people were waiting calmly before the gate in the courtyard.

Of these two, one was Margaret, and another was a frail old man.

“Did they come early?” Lin Sheng looked away. He did not rush over but rather he checked the time. There were two minutes more to the appointed time.

He then got into another room and changed into a set of clothes he had prepared earlier before summoning the Armor of Dawn and encasing him within it.

The Armor of Dawn could conceal its divine radiance, but that would result in a reduction of its resistance and regenerative abilities.

However, without the constant radiance from above, the armor looked like a very intricately made ancient armor that encased the wearer within it.

“About time now.”

Lin Sheng looked at his image in the mirror, and he looked like an immaculate knight in argent armor.

The armor was smooth as glass without any marks on it, and it looked like it was forged using the best alloys available.

The heavy knight in the mirror was not just clad from body to toe in armor, even the head was fully enclosed inside a helmet.

Only small tuff of hair was exposed at the back of the helmet.

Lin Sheng pulled the white cloak over with satisfaction. The cloak had a simple gold-trimmed emblem on it, the golden sun.

As he put on the cloak, he shook slightly as he stepped out of the room. His figure suddenly blurred as he disappeared.

The teleportation-like phenomenon was simply due to his extreme speed that most people could not see it with their eyes.

With just a dash and a leap, Lin Sheng went past two blocks and landed on the pre-appointed courtyard.

As he stood in the middle of the courtyard, he stepped into the guest pavilion and waved his hand.

In that instant, a surge of holy powers turned to light as they flew around the hall. With the radiance of holy power, the gloominess of the place was quickly purified as the atmosphere of the place increased by several notches.

“Any time now.” Seeing that his preparations were almost complete, he looked at the door of the courtyard and snapped his finger.

*Snap!*

The door opened automatically inwards.

Standing outside was Margaret who had meant to leave the place today.

Her golden long hair was set loose as she wore a simple black blouse and white pants. She looked gallant, her figure straight, as she looked on slightly quizzically into the courtyard.

Next to her was another person, Madillan Byrnbaer.

This frail, old professor was holding his hands as he looked at the courtyard gate that was opening. His expression was impassive.

If Margaret was slightly fidgety, then the professor was a calm lake, peaceful, patient and determined.

For an old man who was close to the end of his life, he wore a smart grey suit, his shoe was polished, his hair combed backward, giving out a simple yet capable aura.

The two did not speak to one another and simply looked inside the courtyard.

*Creaaaak.*

The door slowly opened wide.

“Come in, please.” A deep yet crisp voice came from inside.

What slightly shook them was the voice seemingly rang out in their ears, and not through a broadcast.

While Margaret was still slightly hesitating, Madillan had already taking determined strides into the gate, and toward the guest pavilion.

Seeing so, Margaret’s eyes flickered and finally followed behind into the courtyard.

Just as she stepped into it, the door seemingly closed by itself shut.

She paused for a moment as she turned back to look at the door, and did not hesitate any longer as she went toward the pavilion.

Over at the pavilion, the light was rather dim, yet a large man in full argent armor sitting quietly in the center of the pavilion could be clearly seen.

The man’s back was facing them, as the white cloak behind him sat on the ground. There was an intricate pattern in the middle of the cloak, seemingly like a golden sun.

“Are you the person who sent this old coot the note?” Madillan asked, his tone calm and steady.

The man was large, his shoulders broad as he stood there like a veritable wall—powerful, firm, and unassailable.

The two could clearly sense that an overwhelming amount of power flowed and roiled like a live volcano within the man’s body. That power was pure and unbridled as it pushed back and suppressed every other power.

Even their dark powers felt like it was suppressed at a certain level, and could not leave their body.

Amid the clacking of the armor, the man slowly turned over and looked at them.

His head was encased in a menacing-looking white helmet, its shape was not unlike a dragon with its jaws open.

Just by looking alone, Margaret and Madillan felt like something was piercing them in the eyes.

“My name is the Holy Emperor,” the man said with a slow, rumbling voice.

Then he stopped talking, as he lifted his hand.

*Hah!*

A blinding white light suddenly blasted out from his palm.

A pure, gentle white light surged toward the two like a tidal wave and engulfed them within it.

A massive torrent of holy powers that were beyond their ability to resist started to envelop the two as they seeped into their body through their skin and nose.

At the same time, a mysterious warmth welled around them and made them want to lower their guard and sink into comfort.

“Can you feel it? This is the power that will allow you to regain your hopes!” A dark red silhouette walked out from the shadow of the wall.

Only then did Margaret realized that the man who called himself the Holy Emperor had disappeared without her noticing.

In his place was another man clad in armor, revealing on a pair of green eyes.

“Who are you?!” Margaret quickly asked.

At that moment, the holy power around her quickly faded and disappeared, and if not for the fact that her body felt very comfortable earlier, she would have been wondering if that was just an illusion all along, as Darksiders that specialized in Phantasm could easily perform such sensory deceptions.

“It was not an illusion,” Madillan said with a conflicted voice and answered her question.

“My body, it felt like it had turned younger by three years!” he said as he moved his arm, and felt that a forlorn vitality had now been added to his withering body.

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