Nightmare’s Call

This piece of dragon crystal is a special treasure that Lin Sheng obtained by accident before, no matter how he throws it away, he can't lose it. It will always appear in the most convenient position in Lin Sheng's hand.

"Unfortunately, if you can cut this thing with tools and instruments, you may be able to know what secrets are hidden inside."

Lin Sheng recalled the process of forming the stone armor from that piece of meat just now. If he can figure out the principle of that piece of meat, it may be more helpful to Longjing's analysis.

He carefully took out the meat piece and put it in the freezer. Then tidy up everything on the desktop.

"It's almost time." Lin Sheng glanced at the black and white round clock hanging on the wall.

He walked out of the basement, and his mental power sensed that in the yard not far from next door, there were two people waiting calmly and low-key at the gate.

Of these two people, one of them was Margaret. The other was an old man with old skin and hair.

"Are you here early?" Lin Sheng withdrew his gaze.

He didn't rush there immediately, but first confirmed the time, and it was two minutes away from the appointed time.

He went to another room first, changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance, and then summoned the divine spell Dawn Reloading to completely cover his whole body.

Dawn Reloading is a magical technique that can hide the state of divine light, but it will reduce the recovery resistance by a small half.

But in this way, without the beam of light constantly shining down from the head, the entire armor is like a set of exquisite custom-made ancient armor, which only wraps the whole body.

"about there."

Lin Sheng reflected his own image in the dressing mirror.

In the mirror, there was a holy knight in silver and white full body armor.

The surface of the heavy armor was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of scratches. It looked as if it were some kind of heavy alloy of the finest quality.

The heavily armored knight in the mirror was not only wrapped in his hands and feet, but even his entire head was completely wrapped in the helmet.

Only a strand of long black hair hangs out from behind. spread over the shoulders.

Satisfied, Lin Sheng pulled a pure white cloak from the side and buckled it on his shoulders. The cloak had simple patterns of light gold. It was a huge golden sun like a spiked ball.

After putting on the cloak, he shook lightly and strode out of the room. While the figure flickered, it suddenly disappeared in place.

This is a visual teleportation phenomenon that is caused by the speed being too fast for ordinary people to be completely unrecognizable by the naked eye.

With just a sprint and jump, Lin Sheng stepped over two houses and landed in the courtyard he had made an appointment with.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he strode into the living room and waved his hand lightly.

Immediately, a piece of pure holy power turned into light spots, which slowly scattered around the entire courtyard. With the dispersal of the holy power, all the filthy and cold aura around him were cleaned and purified.

The air in the courtyard seemed to rise more than one step at once.

"It's almost there." Seeing that he was almost ready, he flicked his fingers at the gate of the courtyard entrance.

click.

The door automatically unlocked and slowly opened.

Standing outside the door was Margaret who had originally planned to leave here today.

She has long blond hair hanging loose, wearing an ordinary black shirt and white trousers, she looks heroic and tall. At this time, he was staring into the courtyard with some doubts.

Beside her was another person, Madeline Bingbell.

This old professor, frail and unbelievably weak, was quietly looking up at the open courtyard door with his hands behind his back. His expression didn't move.

If it is said that Margaret can still vaguely see a trace of slight uneasiness, then he is as quiet as a lake, patient, and determined.

This old man, who was about to reach his end of life, was wearing a meticulous gray suit, shiny leather shoes, and his hair was neatly tied back, giving him a simple, capable and serious air.

The two of them didn't communicate with each other, they just cast their eyes on the courtyard inside.

Squeak.

The door slowly opened wide.

"Come in, please. Both of you." A clear and dull voice came from inside.

What moved the two of them slightly was that the voice seemed to appear directly in their ears. It's like not passing through the transmission medium at all.

While Margaret was still slightly hesitating, Madilan was already taking slow but firm steps, stepped into the door, and calmly walked towards the living room.

When Margaret saw this, her eyes flickered, and she finally followed and stepped into the courtyard.

The moment she also entered the courtyard, the door behind her was slowly and automatically closed without any wind.

She paused for a moment, looked back at the door, and finally stopped hesitating, and followed into the living room.

In the living room, the light was a bit dim, but one could still see a tall and burly man in white full-body armor standing quietly in the main hall.

The man turned his back to the two, and the white cloak behind him fell to the ground, with a delicate golden spike-like pattern in the middle of the cloak. It looks like the sun.

"Are you the one who sent the letter to the old man?" Ma Dilan asked unhurriedly.

The man is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a broad body, standing there quietly like a high wall. Steady, powerful and unshakable.

Both of them clearly sensed from the man that a huge energy like a volcano was slowly flowing and condensing.

This power is pure, overbearing, repelling all other energies, and suppressing all other abilities.

Even the evil energy in the two of them was suppressed to a certain extent and could not leave the body surface.

Amidst the clacking sound of armor colliding, the man slowly turned around and looked at the two of them.

His head is wrapped in a white helmet full of ferocious spikes, and the overall shape is like a dragon beast with its mouth wide open revealing its fangs and serrated teeth.

Just touching their eyes, Margaret and the others felt a slight pain like needle pricks in their pupils.

"My name is Holy Emperor."

The man answered slowly and in a low voice.

He stopped talking, and suddenly raised his hand.

Chi!

A glaring white light exploded, bursting out from the palm of his hand.

The pure and soft holy power surged out like ocean waves, completely enveloping the two of them in an instant.

A large amount of holy power, far exceeding the resistance of the two, began to envelop the two, quickly seeping into their bodies from the skin and the respiratory tract.

At the same time, a wonderful feeling of warmth and comfort surrounded the two of them, making them unable to help but relax their vigilance, wanting to immerse themselves in this comfort.

"Did you feel it? This is the power that can restore your hope." A dark red figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the corner.

Only then did Margaret realize that the man who claimed to be the Holy Emperor had disappeared at some point.

Instead, there was a man in red armor who had just stepped out of the shadows.

The other party was also wrapped in armor, only revealing a pair of pale green eyes.

"Who are you!?" Margaret asked quickly.

At the same time, the holy power around her quickly faded and disappeared. If it wasn't for her body being really relaxed and comfortable, she would even wonder if the scene just now was a hallucination.

Many fel users who are good at hallucinations can also do this level of sensory deception.

"It's not a hallucination." Ma Dilan answered her doubts in a deep and complicated tone.

"My body is at least three years younger!" He moved his arms, feeling the long-lost vitality added to the withered body.