Chapter 477: Clarion Call: Part 1
Olro, the Hellfire Clan Council.
Hellfire, the mysterious Hidden Realm that no one had seen before, the realm that had only existed in the legends.
Deep within it, was an ancient, traditional dark brown town.
The town had been the home of the ancient strongmen from all of the great Olron clans.
The youngest of them were at least two hundred years old.
At that moment, however, the once peaceful and mysterious hidden Realm was wrecked with a series of explosive buzz.
A horde of black behemoths was swinging translucent giant hands as every fist smashed and blocked everything before it.
The buildings, walls, and many powerful Darksiders who came to interdict them were unable to stop their advance.
Life was ripped apart and turned into a blood rain from the sky as a large number of Darksiders filled in the gaps in the line. Even they were weak and simply smashed by a monster’s single swipe of its fist, no one took a step back.
Everyone was silent, as they were determined to die fighting.
No one feared death, and they had lived within this small town for so long now, and it was time to show their final worth.
The besieged monsters were like headless giants, their bodies were like the dark night sky with shining starlight, just like a blue light dot in a sea of darkness.
Above the small town, the monsters were rampaging in.
Faldt was clad in the special silver combat uniform of the leader of the Heaven Spire as he looked on quietly at the behemoths rampaging and slaughtering below.
“Are they all just the weak and infirm? Where are the Palatinates?” He frowned slightly.
After directly assaulting and breaking into this Hidden Realm, he had not seen any traces of the Hellfire Palatinates.
There were only these old ascetics who had already prepared themselves in advance and charged forward the moment they saw him.
But all of that was no longer important.
Faldt looked at the center of the town, there was a man with a large number of arms closing in.
Every time the man swings his blade, he summons out a large number of swordthralls. These were powerful monsters formed out of his blade, and every one of them had the destructive power of a One-winged Darksider.
Coupled with their extremely fast speeds, they were not something a Two-winged or a Three-winged Darksider could fight against.
*Boom!!*
A massive burst of flames blasted out from afar, as something seemed to have detonated and exploded.
The massive fire painted the town’s skyline red.
*Ddong!!!*
A long and heavy toil of the bell sounded.
In the past, the bell was used to initiate a ritual or to mark the start of a major event.
But now, it heralded the end.
The highest institution of Hellfire, the Clan Council, was completely destroyed.
Faldt looked on towards the sky in boredom.
“Did they escape beforehand? As an organization formed out of clans, the power they could call upon is far less than the Heaven Spire. Such uninteresting bugs, not even giving me any fun to pass my time.”
Suddenly, his face twitched slightly, as he felt a power he had left someplace being destroyed by someone.
“There are people who could destroy my powers? But it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve left much power behind, and they are everywhere.”
Being able to destroy the will he had placed in an area meant that the attacker had some prowess, but that was it.
Faldt jumped up and landed deftly on the shoulder of a ten-meter-tall giant.
The giant then brought him slowly towards the heart of the town in the distance.
Since there was no more resistance, it would be impolite of him to not claim everything.
All of the Darksiders were all pawns to be tossed away, and the large amount of dark powers and life force within their bodies were enough to open a second portal.
When another portion of his main body’s power was to manifest again, the strength of this body would grow explosively once again.
Standing on the shoulder of the giant, Faldt walked through the blood-soaked streets as he headed towards the direction where Hellfire’s highest authority once stood.
…
Miga, Henriqcal City.
The Temple of Dusk.
Within the pure white prayer hall.
Four powerful priests in grey robes were bowing their heads as they loudly chanted a strange and complicated holy verse.
This was a necessary step to guide the soul of the dead into the Holy Crystal Font and become a holy spirit.
Lin Sheng sat with his eyes closed as he waited quietly at a corner.
An unknown amount of time had passed, and suddenly a dazzling white light slowly lit up from the floor of the prayer room.
It was a blob of burning white flame.
Within the flame, a white burly knight suddenly dashed out of it and rushed into Lin Sheng’s body before disappearing.
Following closely were Adolf, Xie Qiaoyue, and the rest of the murdered bearers of the Sacred Vessels of Destiny.
All of them had translucent bodies, as it was clear that all of them were souls now.
“Welcome back, Adolf.” Lin Sheng opened his eyes as he looked calmly at his disciple that he had not seen in a long while.
This was the conscientious disciple that had given him his full support while he was still a fledgling, the dedicated disciple who had been working hard for the Holy Sanctum under his command was finally successfully rescued.
Lin Sheng did not expect that he could sense Adolf’s position after his death.
He happened to learn from his warhorse, Gorefiend about its special ability to go to any places that can be located.
Using Adolf as the anchor of the coordinate, he rode Gorefiend straight towards where Adolf was.
And finally, he managed to rescue Adolf’s soul before it was destroyed.
Fortunately, Adolf had been working in the Holy Sanctum all year round, plus his training with holy power made him comfortable with the sacred atmosphere around here.
It was a different story for the other five.
An overwhelming surge of holy power rushed into the souls the moment they stepped into the place.
One by one, their frightened and fearful emotions were immediately purified by the force field as they became smiling and peaceful, entering a state of sagacity that was disinterested in everything.
“Your fear had been purified, your panic, also a negative emotion too had been expelled. Since you have come here, all bad things will be cast away from you.”
“My dear children, do not be overwhelmed by confusion and guilt. After repenting, you may yet have a chance to redeem everything back.”
“Every negative emotion is the enemy of calm and peace. Having a calm mind, a calm soul, and a calm body will bring you peace…”
“Peace my a**!! My wife is dying from illness and you’re talking to me about peace!? I want to go home!!”
The man in sunglasses suddenly realized something, as he screamed and rushed towards the door.
He was frightened by the power of the purification force field.
The only thought in his mind after escaping the Death’s Illusion was to go home and look for his wife.
In the end, he was enveloped by the force field and purified as the anxiety and urgency to save his wife was completely purified…
And he immediately fell silent.
Several of the chanters were super-qualified candidates Lin Sheng had pulled out from the mental asylum.
Of course, they were not doctors, but the patients there.
All of these patients had a common feature. that was their will and viewpoints are extremely sturdy.
It was sturdy to the point that they could say black was white, tofu was white jade with conviction, and that included convincing themselves as well.
They were the most suitable candidates for the chanting ritual.
