Nightmare’s Call

Before he knew it, the holy power in Lin Sheng's body accelerated, and his eyes closed slightly.

In the dark vision, balls of light began to light up slowly.

Red represents the black feather swordsman.

The white color of the Aegis of Cruelty.

Gray for Dungeon Soldiers.

Blue representing the core of the Gray Angel.

In addition, there are various light balls of different sizes, which slowly light up in the dark field of vision, quietly floating, suspended, waiting for him to make a choice.

Lin Sheng took a look, and suddenly seven different light spheres appeared in his field of vision.

"Is it because the soul space is wide enough this time that there are so many choices?"

He guessed. The line of sight quickly passed over each light sphere. Then stop on a largest photosphere.

It was a pale ball of light that he had never seen before.

It is only a small circle larger than the Aegis of Ferocity. But on its surface, there are vague human faces, which are constantly protruding and disappearing.

Lin Sheng felt a little irritable, depressed and uncomfortable just looking at the light ball.

"It should be this." He reconfirmed again. In the entire field of vision, this light ball is the largest and most weird.

This feeling and aura perfectly matched the special aura of the thousand-armed human face.

At that moment, he didn't hesitate anymore, and his consciousness moved forward decisively, approaching this ball of light.

Silently, the sphere of light slowly expanded and dispersed, like a curtain opened, gently enveloping Lin Sheng's consciousness from both sides, and contained it.

hiss.

In a slight wind.

Lin Sheng opened his eyes, and found that he was standing in a magnificent and exquisite palace, but it was decadent and cold.

Above his head is a huge platinum hanging candlestick, which is composed of hundreds of candles, like a huge ice edge hanging down from the snow and ice, extremely gorgeous.

Under the feet is a soft black carpet covered with white equilateral hexagons. Thick and pure in color.

At intervals on the left and right sides, a cylindrical pillar protrudes from the wall, and huge and delicate portraits of nobles hang on the side of the pillar.

In the dark, those people seemed gloomy and indifferent under the candlelight of music.

"Your hands are so beautiful."

In the corridor directly ahead, a handsome little boy in a delicate white dress was standing there quietly, talking to Lin Sheng with a smile on his face.

"I really want to have such beautiful hands." The little boy's eyes are big, but they are not bright, and the pupils are not in focus.

"You, you are!!" A hurried and fearful female voice came from Lin Sheng's side.

He turned to look.

On his right side, at some point was standing a blond woman in a white lace dress.

The woman's face showed a deep look of fear, and she stepped back step by step.

The heavy platinum veil on her hair was gradually crooked as she trembled.

"No!!" The woman quickly turned and fled in horror.

She quickly ran to the other end of the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door leading to the exit.

at this time.

On the right side of the gate, a beautiful little boy in a white dress came out again. Exactly the same as the boy just now.

He walked quietly to the middle of the road and blocked the way.

"AH!!!" the woman screamed.

The cry suddenly stopped, and then the skin all over her body began to age, darken, wither and lose moisture.

Only those arms became more and more beautiful and tender, as if they had absorbed all the essence, blood and soul of her whole body.

puff.

The woman fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

Her arms slowly melted into the carpet like candles, and the rest of the body slowly turned into black ash and dissipated.

The little boy stood there and smiled, then slowly walked towards Lin Sheng.

"You can't actually hear the sound, can you, Your Highness?"

An old and deep male voice sounded right behind Lin Sheng.

He turned around, just in time to see a white-haired old man in a yellow robe standing on a black carpet, looking at the little boy calmly.

"It's Xie Yige." The little boy smiled. "Yeah, you're right, I can't hear you."

"The kingdom is about to fall." The old man said calmly, "Come with me, we still have the last hope."

"I like your hand, can you lend me it?" The little boy answered irrelevantly. He stared straight at the old man's hand with a look of eagerness.

The old man was silent for a while, took out a golden mask from his arms, put it on lightly, and then pressed his other arm with one hand.

Chi!

Blood spilled.

One of the old man's arms was cut off abruptly by him and thrown to the little boy.

"I can no longer protect you, Your Highness."

He quickly stopped the bleeding from the wound, and his eyes became more and more sad.

"It's okay." The little boy took his arm and held it tightly in his arms. "As long as it's still with me, you won't die."

The boy smiled and looked up.

"Just like you protect me, Xieg."

Boom! !

Everything in front of Lin Sheng's eyes shattered like a crystal, turning into countless dust and golden sands that scattered in all directions.

He once again returned to a field of vision of darkness.

In the field of vision, in the air in front of him, there was a little boy with white hair floating quietly.

The boy opened his eyes, but there was no expression in his pupils.

He was wearing a delicate and gorgeous palace-style close-fitting dress, and his face was delicate and flawless.

What surprised Lin Sheng was that there was a white-haired old man in a yellow robe floating behind the boy.

The old man held a staff, his mouth was sewn shut, and the entire waist down was fused to the boy's back.

It's just that his body is a little translucent, so if you don't pay attention, you can't see it.

"Is it integrated?" Lin Sheng knew it without guessing. This old man should be Xie Yige, the court mage who was kept by his side forever by the little boy Kadulla.

He didn't know what happened in the elf dungeon, but Kadulla and Xieig were silent at the pool, as if they were fighting against something and waiting for something.

Is it the unknown power of decline? Or is it some kind of existence sealed by the stone palace?

Originally, Lin Sheng thought that the stone palace was designed to seal and suppress Kadulla, but last night he clearly killed Kadulla completely, but the stone temple still exists in place, motionless. The divine ax was still shining with a dazzling green light.

"These hidden secrets may never come to light again," Lin Sheng sighed inwardly. Focus on the little boy in front of you again.

"It's time to try something new"

He stared at each other calmly. Consciousness quickly entered the little boy's body.

A large amount of memory content belonging to the thousand-armed face quickly poured into this blank summoned body like flowing water.

With the influx of countless distorted memories, the little boy's face gradually became strange.

Even though it was just an ordinary smile, it gave people a feeling of madness, danger, coldness and cruelty.

After a few seconds, until all the memories of Kadulla's soul fragments have been copied.

Lin Sheng withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes.

In the dilapidated temple courtyard, in front of the formation diagram of the summoning ceremony, there was a delicate, androgynous white-haired boy standing quietly.

He looked only eight or nine years old, and his eyes were as clear as amethyst.

His skin was more delicate than pearls, his facial features were flawless, and his pink lips were as tender and pure as rose petals.

This is a boy more beautiful than a doll.

"Kadura, your name is still Kadulla, although it's not your real name." Lin Sheng ordered quietly.

No more nonsense, his consciousness quickly followed the mysterious passage and poured into Kadulla's mind.

In fact, he can control all the summoned objects in this way. This is equivalent to his various temporary avatars.