Nightmare’s Call

“Ugff!!”

Lin Sheng stabbed his blade into the body of a dark spirit and twisted the blade.

Amidst a chilling scream, the dark spirit turned into ash as a dark spirit bead dropped onto the ground.

Picking up the dark spirit bead, Lin Sheng sat on the ground.

He was right in the middle of a sea of hills, and all around him were dark spirit beads.

There was a rather considerable tribe of dark spirits in the area. Lin Sheng had originally thought that they were all independent units. But here, Lin Sheng had even realized that dark spirits actually have names.

“Come out.” Lin Sheng sat with his eyes closed on the hill, as he suddenly spoke in Deviltongue.

It was all quiet as a mighty dark red warrior in lightning-rune armor slowly walked up the hill.

“Djall Demonhand, here to meet you.”

The dark spirit with the look of a warrior radiated a strong soul aura. And of all of the dark spirits that Lin Sheng had encountered so far, only the three Darkspirit Generals could fight against this one.

And the key thing was, this was the first one that did not attack him the moment it saw him.

Even if the latter was just a dark spirit, it piqued Lin Sheng’s interest.

“You’re not afraid of me?” Lin Sheng asked with interest.

His power and his attributes countered any dark spirit whole, plus his holy power made all of the dark spirits his food. So every dark spirit who had sen him either attacked him in a suicidal frenzy or simply looked on from afar in fear.

The dark spirit before him actually had the courage to meet him by himself, and that made Lin Sheng curious.

The dark spirit warrior called Djall Demonhand slowly sat down.

“My tribe, the Demonhand lives nearby, and if things were to go as it is, it’s on the path you must take.

“If I don’t do anything, perhaps this will be the day that my tribe and I meet our end. And I have no wish for that to happen.”

“So you’re the chieftain of the Demonhand Tribe?” Lin Sheng asked.

“Yes, Sir. In return for you sparing us, I Djall Demonhand, chieftain of the Demonhand is willing to serve you, and be a part of your strength.”

The dark spirit warrior lowered his head.

Servitude?

The atmosphere suddenly turned sullen.

This was the first time Lin Sheng saw a brave-enough dark spirit who was willing to talk terms with him.

The dark spirit before him had long surpassed the level of a General, but still below a Marshal. If he were to take him in, he would obtain a rather useful aide.

Lin Sheng was on the lookout for a complete dark spirit training regime, and he needed to find out how the dark spirits allow their souls to break through and to morph.

“Interesting.” Lin Sheng smiled. “How sure were you that I wouldn’t have just slain you the moment you appeared?”

“I was not,” Djall Demonhand said with a low rumble. “I was taking a gamble, a gamble with fate.”

A gamble with fate?

Lin Sheng could not help but laugh.

His soul now had already reached the limit of his body, and what followed was the increase of holy and dark powers within him.

The power of his soul, alongside his dark and holy powers, were mixed within his laughter, and the laughter created a powerful shockwave as it sent chills across Djall’s entire body as his blood roiled.

Only after a while did Lin Sheng stopped laughing.

“I want all of your tribe’s knowledge of your training methods, I want to know how a dark spirit grows and evolves.”

“It will be my honor, Milord.” Djall Demonhand heaved a sigh of relief, as he realized that the former was willing to take him under his wing.

In fact, he had no plans to go back alive upon coming here. The three Darkspirit Marshals had perished in their fight against him, so a mere General like him was definitely dead meat.

“Come with me, Milord.” He got up and led the way as Lin Sheng followed closely behind.

The two got down the hill, and not too long later, they arrived at another giant hill. At the bottom of the hill was a medium-sized stone gate.

Djall pushed open the stone gate and led Lin Sheng in. Behind the door was a wide pathway decorated with all sorts of reliefs. All of the reliefs were images of all sorts of bizarre dark spirit shapes, and the engravings were particularly intricate.

“This is the Demonhand’s great library.” Djall Demonhand brought Lin Sheng to a circular room. All along the walls were numerous shelves and on them were plenty of books.

“Milord, the dark spirit training method you require, we, the Demonhand have collected three different types,” Djall explained.

He then quickly pointed out the locations of the three books.

“The Grandspecter system, the Vilegheist system, and the Arcanespirit system.”

Lin Sheng went over and picked a book from the Grandspecter system. In it was steps on how a dark spirit could improve themselves step by step in Deviltongue.

This system was mainly on how to consume other dark spirits, but what Lin Sheng was concerned about was the final evolution and breakthrough the limit.

He then flipped to the end of it, toward the part on breaking through the General or Marshal level. Among the dark spirit hierarchy, there was a marshal above the general, and that was the being in which the soul truly evolved.

If not for his natural suppressive abilities and the limitless strength of his soul plus a horde of underlings as a shield, he would have been taken out by a Darkspirit General.

A dark spirit’s ability was mostly focused on the power of the soul, and if it was being shackled, then the dark spirit was rendered harmless.

In fact, Lin Sheng had taken advantage of the two Palatinates within him, the Night Lord and Tenko Kasumi. Those two had mostly taken on every soul damage Lin Sheng had received.

Very quickly, Lin Sheng had reached the part on the soul’s evolution, achieving a breakthrough, and becomes a General.

“…Being a General requires one to first understand a concept.

 “Everything in this world, every life, every power, and every material all has its own Rimtide.

“The Rimtide is located in a faraway place beyond the knowledge of anyone within countless dimensions and countless universes. It is like the Lavatide that the Stone Giants communicated with, or the Pyretide of the Flamelords, or the Sylvantide of the Sylphs.

“Be it any power, there is a place where the extremes of powers converge. There is a myriad of things in the world, and everything has its own Rimtide.

“This sea of pure power is the place to reach.

“So, we dark spirits need to communicate with our own Soultide “

At the bottom of it was a series of necessary symbols needed to connect to the Soultide, and the aura and frequency required as well.

Communicating with a Rimtide located in a faraway location was something every existence would need to take much care of.

More importantly, Lin Sheng had seen the visages of the Palatinates here.

The Dark power system was obviously communicating with the Eventide.

Now, aside from the Eventide, there was another method to communicate with the Rimtide before him.

The Soultide… It sounded like it was a direction and channel better suited for both dark and holy powers compared to the Eventide.

As both holy and dark powers were extensions of the soul, the Soultide was specially chosen by the dark spirits as the best conduit for the soul system.

After reading all of the details, Lin Sheng decided to choose the Soultide as the direction of his breakthrough evolution.

He then quickly read through the other two systems and found the details inside were almost the same.

Darkspirits Generals at this level could faintly communicate with a bit of the breath of the Soultide, and use it to strengthen themselves.

On this matter, the Soultide was much stronger than the Eventide.

Based on the tome, the Rimtide had distinctions in distance and strength, and one would need to choose the most suitable Rimtide as their own direction.