Nightmare Light

Chapter 73 Killing the Calendar Officer
Lin Wang’s reaction stunned the cult’s chief historian.

After a full three or four seconds, his eyes turned bloodshot and he shouted, "Impossible! No one can escape the judgment of the calendar!"

"Oh, that means your calendar is broken."

"You're talking nonsense...what!"

Before the calendar official could finish his words, he saw a cloud of foul-smelling black smoke suddenly rising from his thick leather scroll, and gradually flames appeared and burned.

"No! My calendar!"

The historian let out a strange cry and slapped the scroll frantically, trying to put out the fire, but the fire grew more and more intense and gradually burned his hands. The historian shook his hands and threw away the scroll.

He stared at Lin Wang intently, his thin face trembling and convulsing violently because of excessive heartache.

"You ruined my calendar...pay with your life!" As he said this, the calendar official raised the candle high, put his left hand in front of his chest, and began to make seals.

Behind him, the leader of the cultists suddenly realized something, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Don't do it! The calendar officer, come back!"

But the official in charge of history, who was already standing in front of Lin Wang, would not listen to these words at all. His eyes were red, and he shouted, threw the candle forward with force, and at the same time, opened his arms and rushed towards Lin Wang.

The next second, the overwhelming wax surrounded them both.

Surrounded by a huge cloud of wax, the calendar official still had a ferocious expression on his face. "Northerners... you destroyed my calendar! You know how much effort I put into refining it!"

"Unforgivable sin! Unforgivable sin! I will make you into a wax figure! You will be my slave forever!"

He looked ferocious and waved his hand vigorously. The wax gradually shrank and completely wrapped Lin Wang inside. He smiled cruelly and retreated, exiting the wax encirclement.

"Wait." Suddenly, a hand emerged from the wax and grabbed the cultist. "Do I agree that you can leave?"

"How can you still move!?" The cultist was startled and began to struggle frantically. However, he was horrified to find that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from the iron-clad hands. "How can you be so strong... Damn it! No!"

Amidst screams of terror, a terrifying figure squeezed out of the wax and stood in front of the cultists.

He still looked like a northerner, but he was a little different—blazing white flames were burning in every part of his body.

The white fire that was holding the wrist of the historical official emitted a biting cold, making him feel the cold and fear that penetrated into his bones.

In other parts of their bodies, the white fire emitted a terrifying heat. Almost in an instant, the wax on the two people's bodies evaporated and dissipated.

But this was far from over. More white flames spread along Lin Wang's hand, onto the cultist, and gradually enveloped his entire body.

The cultists burned.

Amidst a series of shrill screams, the cultist's body was burning with white flames, struggling, twisting, and struggling.

Gradually, like his wax, the cultist deformed, collapsed, and melted.

Eventually, he merged with the earth, leaving only an unlit candle and a burnt "calendar" scroll.

Lin Wang retracted the flame and looked at the group of cultists.

Those cultists were commanding a group of wax figures to attack Old Joe fiercely.

After noticing Lin Wang coming, the cultists all looked terrified. One of the cultists made hand seals and directed several wax figures to pounce towards Lin Wang.

At this moment, behind Lao Qiao's wooden net, Gou Ge suddenly shouted, "Oh no! Brother Lin! Look over there!"

Lin Wang suddenly turned his head and saw that in the depths of the village, in front of the cat girl's running route, a ball of wax suddenly rolled up.

The ball of wax rolled a few times and twisted into a human figure - the calendar official.

He was already scarred.

His clothes were full of burn holes, his hair was almost burnt off, and his head and face were covered in red and blisters from the burns, which was a shocking sight.

But he still maintained his ability to move under such circumstances. This alone is enough to show the amazing strength of this cultist.

His eyes were red as he stared at the black cat, wax was flowing on his hands, and he walked towards the "Cat-Man Combination" step by step.

"They are too far away and there is no time to save them!" Dog brother shouted anxiously.

Lin Wang relaxed: "Oh, you went to beat the cat? That's all right."

"What, why are you so...ah?" Dog brother was stunned before he could finish his sentence.

He saw that the little black cat just raised its paw, then continued to run forward with the paper girl on its back, passing by the cultists.

The cultists stopped where they were, motionless, as if in a daze.

After a few seconds, cracks slowly appeared on his body, and wax and blood mixed together and flowed out from the cracks. His body gradually shattered, collapsed, and finally broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

Dog brother opened his mouth wide: "That cat... Miss Cat, is she so powerful?!" After saying that, he swallowed and whispered to his brothers: "I didn't say anything rude to Miss Cat just now, did I?"

"Does it count if you didn't look at her a few times?"

"Would it be considered impolite to watch too much?"

"You just don't understand girls..."

While the Wild Wolf Group was whispering, the cultists also let out strange cries.

"How could this be! The calendar officer! He even used his natal item! Who is that cat?" The cultist holding the pottery jar was suddenly stunned: "That northerner... Baihuo, Baihuo! It's him! It's him!"

“It’s L…”

"Don't say that name!"

The cultist sat down on the ground with a plop, his face full of fear. He used his hands and feet to kick back a few steps, then rolled over and ran away quickly.

The other two cultists also looked panicked and fled frantically.

After running four or five steps, the leading cultist suddenly smashed the clay pot to pieces. Black and yellow smoke enveloped the three people, turning them into a black mist that swirled away.

As they fled, the wax figures suddenly lost control, twisted and stiffened, stopped, collapsed, and melted into a pool of wax.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground gasping for breath.

Old Qiao put away his secular skills and walked towards Lin Wang: "Brother Lin, just now...thanks to you."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth, seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after thinking for a moment, he still didn't say anything.

"I'm fine, but is your shield okay?" Lin Wang waved his hand and pointed at Lao Qiao's shield.

Old Joe raised his shield and frowned, "The attacks of these cultists aren't very destructive... but they're certainly quite sinister."

There were only a few cracks on his shield caused by the attack, and the only two tiny cracks even began to heal right under the eyes of the two men.

But the entire shield had a strange waxy white layer that was sticky and reflective, as if someone had waxed it.

"Does this thing have any effect on your shield?"

Old Joe weighed it, his brow furrowing even more. "It's a little heavier than before, but that's not the main problem. The more serious thing is... its reaction has become slower."

"Master Su's tools are extensions of his body. Basically, he moves his mind, heart, hands, and tools simultaneously. But now..."

Old Joe raised his shield and made a seal with his left hand.

Lin Wang clearly saw that after Lao Qiao completed the seal, it took more than a second before the wooden net extended around the shield!
In the ever-changing battle, this one-second delay costs lives!

Lin Wang thought for a moment and pointed at Lao Qiao's shield: "I have a way to help you, do you want me to try?"

"Huh? How can you help me?" Old Joe looked surprised.

Lin Wang looked at Lao Qiao, and his thoughts began to wander involuntarily.

A fat man weighing over 300 pounds, holding two maces and doing whirlwind slashes or something... Just thinking about it makes me feel fashionable!
He asked Old Joe, "Do you know of any kind of vulgar technique that allows you to hold two weapons and spin infinitely?"

"How can there be such a strange and vulgar magic?" Old Qiao gave Lin Wang a strange look and said, "I always feel that you are thinking of some strange ideas..."

Seeing that Old Joe didn't like his idea, Lin shrugged with some regret: "If you don't like this idea... then I can help you melt the wax on the shield."

After hearing Lin Wang's words, Lao Qiao seemed to remember something, and his expression changed slightly: "Brother Lin, you don't want to use..."

"I know what you're worried about." Lin Wang said calmly, "The decision is yours."

Old Joe is still struggling.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Dog Brother came over with his lion head, a big smile on his face. "Brother Lin, my lion head is a little slow to react. Can you... help me fix it?"

The lion's head looks as good as new, with bright colors and no signs of being damaged by wax.

Lin Wang glanced at Dog Brother with a half-smile, and the latter grinned with a calm smile.

Lin Wang nodded: "Okay."

Then, a ball of white fire rose up and instantly enveloped the entire lion head. After a few seconds, the white fire dissipated. Lin Wang handed the lion head back to Dog Brother: "It's done."

"Thank you, Brother Lin!" Gou Ge happily took the lion head and put it on his head without hesitation, muttering to himself, "As for this vulgar magic, as long as it works, who cares about its origins..."

Old Joe was stunned for a moment, looking thoughtful.

While he was thinking, the cat girl's voice rang out in the distance: "Lin Wang! Meow has already run the whole village!"

Lin Wang was very happy: "Okay! Thank you for your hard work! Leave the rest to me..."

He walked towards the village.

After walking a few steps, Old Joe suddenly called him from behind.

"Uh...Brother Lin."

"Ok?"

"Later, after we finish dealing with the affairs of this village..." Old Joe was a little embarrassed, "Can you please help me repair this shield?"

Lin Wang was happy: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)