Nightmare’s Call

Unconsciously, the holy power in Lin Sheng's body accelerated, his eyes closed slightly.

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

Red representing the black feather swordsman.

White representing the cruel shield.

Gray representing dungeon soldiers.

Blue representing the core of the Grey Angel.

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

Lin Sheng shook his eyes, and suddenly there were seven different light **** in his vision.

"Is the soul space wide enough this time to make so many choices?"

He guessed. Gaze quickly passed over each light sphere. Then stop on one of the largest spheres of light.

It was a terrible white light ball he had never seen before.

It is only a small circle larger than the Cruel Aegis. But there are faint faces on the surface, which are constantly prominent and disappearing.

Lin Sheng just stared at this light ball and felt a little irritable, depressed, and unwell.

"It should be this." He confirmed again that in the entire field of vision, this light sphere was the largest and weird and special.

This feeling and breath completely fit the special breath of the face of a thousand arms.

Now he didn't hesitate anymore, his consciousness moved forward, approaching this light ball.

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

hiss.....

There was a slight wind.

Lin Sheng opened his eyes and found himself standing in a magnificent and exquisite palace with decadence and coldness.

On top of his head is a huge white-gold hanging candlestick. The huge candlestick made up of hundreds of candles is like a huge ice edge hanging down in the snow, gorgeous.

Underneath are soft black carpets covered with white equilateral hexagons. Thick and pure.

At a certain distance from the left and right sides, a cylindrical pillar protrudes from the wall, and there are huge and delicate portraits of nobles hanging from the pillar.

In the darkness, those portraits looked gloomy and indifferent to the candlelight of music.

"Your hand ...... so pretty ..."

In the cloister in front, a handsome little boy in a white delicate dress stood there quietly, opening his mouth to Lin Sheng with a smile.

"I want such beautiful hands ..." The little boy's eyes were big, but he didn't look good, and his pupils had no focus.

"You ... you ...!" Lin Sheng heard a rushing and fearful female voice.

He turned to look.

To his right, I don't know when a blonde woman in a long white lace dress is standing.

The woman's face was full of fear, stepping backwards step by step.

The heavy platinum flower yarn on her hair also gradually crooked as she shivered.

"No .... Don't ......" The woman turned quickly in fright and fled.

She hurried to the other side of the corridor, getting closer and closer to the gate leading to the exit.

at this time.

On the right side of the gate, once again came a beautiful little boy in a white dress. It's exactly the same as the boy just now.

He walked quietly to the middle of the road and stopped it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The woman screamed.

The bark suddenly stopped, and then the skin on her body began to age, darken, wither and lose moisture.

Only those arms, but more and more beautiful and delicate, is as if the arms had absorbed all the blood and soul of her body.

puff.

The woman fell to the ground and no more breath.

Her arms slowly blended into the carpet like candles, and the rest of the body slowly turned into black and gray, and disappeared.

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

"You can't actually hear your voice, right? Your Highness."

Behind Lin Sheng sounded an old low male voice in a timely manner.

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

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

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

"I like your hand, can you lend it to me?" The little boy answered inexplicably. He stared straight at the old man's hand, looking a little eager.

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

Huh!

Blood spilled.

The old man's arm was cut off by him and thrown to the little boy.

"I can't protect you anymore ... Your Highness."

He quickly stopped the blood at the wound, his eyes growing more sad.

"It doesn't matter." The little boy caught 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, evil Igg."

Huh! !!

Everything in front of Lin Sheng was broken like a crystal, turning into dust and sand.

He returned to a dark perspective again.

In sight, a white-haired boy was hovering quietly in the air in front of him.

The boy opened his eyes, but his pupils didn't look at all.

He wore a delicate, ornate, court-style dress that was delicate and flawless.

What only made Lin Sheng a little surprised was that a white-haired old man in a yellow robe was looming behind the boy.

The old man was holding a staff, his mouth was sutured, and the entire lower waist was fused to the boy's back.

It's just that his body is a bit translucent, so he doesn't notice it.

"Has it merged into one?" Lin Sheng didn't need to guess and knew that this old man should be the evil Ig, a court mage who was always left by his little boy, Kadullah.

He didn't know what was happening in the elven dungeon, but Khadulla and Xie Yige were silent in the pond, as if they were fighting something, waiting for something.

Is that unknown force of decay? Or is there some kind of existence of the Seal Sealed in Stone Hall?

Originally, Lin Sheng thought that the stone hall was designed to seal the suppression of Kadullah, but last night he completely and completely killed Kadullah, but the stone hall still exists in its place, motionless. That axe still shined with dazzling green light.

"Perhaps these hidden secrets can no longer be reproduced ..." Lin Sheng sighed. Focus again on the little boy in front of him.

"It's time to try a new way ..."

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

A large amount of memory content belonging to the face of the thousand arms quickly poured into the body of this empty summoned object as quickly as water.

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

Obviously just an ordinary smile, but it gives a feeling of madness, danger, cold and cruel.

After a few seconds, all the memory fragments of Kadura were copied.

Lin Sheng retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes.

In the dilapidated temple courtyard, in front of the summoning ritual, a quiet-faced, male-and-female white-haired boy was standing quietly.

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

His skin is more delicate than pearls, his facial features are not flawless, and his pink lips are as pink and pure as rose petals.

This is a boy more beautiful than a doll.

"Kadura, your name is still Kadura, although not your real name." Lin Shengjing ordered.

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

All the summoned things, in fact, he can control such full power. This is equivalent to his temporary avatars.