Nightmare Light

Chapter 87 Death in the Yellow Sand
Amidst the whistling sound, a bluish-white gloomy wind rolled up to the rooftop.

Lin Wang was a little curious as he looked at the gloomy wind that was blowing up to the rooftop. He felt a familiar and friendly feeling in this gloomy wind.

Where did this thing come from?
How come such a huge amount of dark wind suddenly appeared?
"What's with all this cold wind?" the bishop yelled. "This place is over a thousand meters above the ground. How could your power be sent here?"

"My power?" Lin Wang was stunned again. "This thing... is my power?"

The next second, the cold wind roared and surged into his body.

hum!
The power in Lin Wang's body surged, and in an instant, dense corpse spots appeared on his face.

He raised his hand suddenly, and the wooden coffin in his hand suddenly grew larger, and the coffin lid was opened at the same time.

A gloomy air current flowed out of the coffin like ocean waves, and endless skeletons carrying the coffin suddenly stood up around the coffin.

But after these coffin-bearing bones stood up, they did not rush towards the bishop, but instead pounced on each other frantically, and the bone powder merged.

They first merged and condensed into a huge bone giant about four or five meters tall, but the bone giant quickly twisted and lowered its body, tremblingly stretching out two new legs, and at the same time growing two pairs of sharp, curved bone sickles on its back.

"Fuck, why do I look like a villain?" Lin Wang muttered, and at the same time, he formed seals with his hands and grabbed hard in the direction of the bishop.

In an instant, the ground around the cultists rolled, and countless tombstones emerged from the ground. Among the tombstones were hundreds of bones and rotten arms.

...Now it's even more similar.

The bishop snorted, and the yellow sand in front of him turned into a thick wall of sand. At the same time, more sand fell around him and pressed onto the tombstone.

The bone giant rushed towards him.

The huge body crashed into the sand wall, and the giant's body slowed down. Four sharp bone spurs shot out and pierced the sand wall firmly with a loud bang.

Yellow sand flew up and bone spurs penetrated the wall. The amazing defensive power of the sand wall was almost useless against the bone spurs.

But why would the bishop just stand there and wait to be stabbed?

As early as when the bone giant rushed towards the sand wall, he was already retreating rapidly.

"Idiot! That's all! Such a rough use of power! Such a huge power is wasted by you!"

The bishop sneered loudly and began to form seals with his hands again: "I have no patience to play with you anymore! I will send you to your death... What?!"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly looked up and saw that Lin Wang had jumped above his head at some point, holding the spear high in both hands and stabbing him hard!

"You're such an idiot! You've been fooled!"

The bishop laughed loudly, and when Lin Wang's spear fell on him, he instantly turned into a pile of yellow sand, including the wooden spear, and the yellow sand swarmed towards Lin Wang!

At that moment, Lin Wang's eyes were filled with horror and confusion!

"Aha! I caught you!"

……

The bishop raised his hands high, grinning with an excited and proud smile on his face, and two pale flames burning in his eyes.

The whole person was motionless.

Lin Wang walked up to him and waved his hand in front of him, but the latter ignored him, as if he couldn't see Lin Wang's hand.

The administrator's voice sounded faintly: "When did he get infected?"

Lin Wang replied, "That's when the Yin energy surged into my body."

"Isn't that Yin Qi the power of the Burial Element? How can it control your White Fire?"

"Can't."

"So you just said that he was attacked when the Yin energy entered his body?"

"I forgot about it before, but when the Yin energy entered my body and I was trying to control it, I remembered that I had kept this trick in reserve."

"..."

Lin Wang stood in front of the bishop, surrounded by seven or eight giant skeletons and hundreds of coffin bearers, densely surrounding the bishop who was about to die.

Lin Wang looked at the bishop and touched his chin. "Tell me, if I suddenly break the illusion, can I scare him off with all these things around me?"

"Stop playing around, get rid of him quickly, there's still a lot of work to do on the ground."

"Well, you're right." Lin Wang nodded. "Then shall I take action?"

He raised his spear.

"...Actually, I'm quite curious too," the administrator said, then asked in confusion, "You've already controlled this cultist. You could just kill him directly. Why do you keep summoning skeletons?"

There were dozens of tall bone giants surrounding Lin Wang and the cultists, and the densely packed coffin carriers had even crowded to the edge of the platform, but he still kept summoning.

"You don't understand the joy of a player who rushes to attack."

Lin Wang licked his lips with a sense of satisfaction and stopped what he was doing. Cultivating troops was satisfying, but there were more important things to do. He gripped the wooden spear tightly, controlling its transformation as he walked towards the cultists.

……

brush!
The wooden spear pierced the bishop's chest.

When the wooden spear was about to pierce the bishop's body, the bishop suddenly opened his eyes.

In a state of extreme urgency, he raised his arms and covered his chest.

With a "whoosh", the wooden spear pierced his left arm, and a pile of yellow sand appeared on his arm, tightly wrapping the wooden spear.

"I... I've felt something was amiss for a long time! How could I have caught you, a Northerner, so easily? Luckily I was vigilant!"

The bishop's face trembled, he endured the pain, looked at the wound on his arm, and slowly raised his head.

Then, he froze.

The person holding the wooden spear in front of him was a skeleton carrying a coffin. Where was Lin Wang?
"Oh no! I've been fooled again!" The bishop turned his head suddenly, but it was too late.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and saw a piece of wooden spear piercing through his chest, with fresh red flesh and blood hanging on it.

At the tip of the wooden spear, there was a circle of petals like petals. These petals magnified the wound, brought out blood and flesh, and completely destroyed the bishop's life.

Yellow sand rushed to his chest, trying to save his master.

But the wound was too deep and too big, and it also injured the heart. Moreover, the weapon that caused the wound was a spear made from the branches of the World Tree, which was as powerful as all the magic weapons in the world.

All the yellow sand lost its color the moment it touched the wound and fell to the ground.

The bishop looked down at his chest for a few seconds.

He suddenly exerted force on his feet and ran forward a few steps.

puff!

Using the force of running forward, he pulled the wooden spear out of his chest.

Blood gushed out of his chest like a floodgate, and soon all the gold threads on his gorgeous black robe below his chest turned dark red.

Many bright red footprints also appeared under his feet.

The bishop ran a few steps, looked up at the sky, and then looked deeply at the dead mountain-like monster and the huge crow.

He turned his head and looked in Lin Wang's direction with a gentle and relieved smile.

He closed his eyes and smiled to himself.

"Heh...Northerner, you win."

"This wooden spear is so powerful... could it be made by a god?"

"Never mind, it's meaningless now I know this."

He looked at Lin Wang deeply and suddenly said, "I know that you killed me and kept obstructing my teaching in order to save the world."

The bishop took a few breaths and looked out at the distant land. "But... you know what? I do all this... to save the world."

"Every evil cult will package its ambitions in a high-sounding way." Lin Wang looked calm, but a huge wave surged in his heart.

What if... what this cultist said is true?
From another perspective, what if what they are doing is really saving the world?

"Heh...it doesn't matter now. History doesn't matter about victory or defeat. Only time will tell."

The cultist spat out a mouthful of blood, which even contained pieces of flesh and blood.

He took a few steps toward the edge of the platform.

"Northerners, I hope you can keep winning and allow this world... to last forever."

"A thousand years of dust, guarding the vast ocean alone..."

"I'm from the north, my name is Shi Zhaohai."

Shi Zhaohai opened his arms and jumped down.

Lin Wang rushed to the edge of the platform and saw his body in mid-air, falling like a meteor.

Turned into yellow sand all over the sky.

　Oh...it's a hipster disease!
　　In fact, after Shi Zhaohai died, I should have written another plot to increase people’s anticipation for the sequel.

　　But I can't bear to give up this emotion!
　　Let’s stop here!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)