Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 669: Chapter 530: Regroup

The scene before Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng was shocking: the person who burst out was the Silver-haired Captain, who had somehow not perished along with the collapse of this world!

Now the Silver-haired Captain was covered in blood, riddled with wounds, and his limbs looked as though they had been chopped off and then crudely sewn back on, with only his eyes as bright as fire.

Yang Xiao instinctively looked behind the captain, but there was no second figure there, no teammates, only him alone.

What was truly terrifying was the might of these few shots. They forced the Daoist robe old ghost to retreat again and again. With each shot fired, the shadows of ghosts in front of Yang Xiao dimmed, and after the five bullets in the cartridge were spent, the ghost shadows also collapsed with a loud crash.

The captain, who arrived just in the nick of time like a god descending to earth, used an unshakable force to kick open the gates of Yama Palace and dragged out Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng, these two fellows waiting for death, and along the way shot Yama a few times for good measure.

"This is what you call the Ghost Level?!" Yang Xiao shouted at Lu Wencheng. To Yang Xiao, the captain’s real strength had at least reached the threshold of Netherworld-level. It seemed he had really made the right choice in joining the Patrol Defense Office – this place was truly teeming with experts!

Lu Wencheng was also stunned. He knew this captain was strong, but he never imagined he could be this powerful. But on second thought, if it was indeed a top Netherworld-level expert, could he really die on such a mission? Lu Wencheng didn’t believe it.

And looking at the injuries on the captain now, he didn’t seem like a living person, but rather like a ghost. But if that was the case...

Before Lu Wencheng could figure it out, he saw the Daoist robe old ghost, hidden within the grey mist, change direction and head towards the Silver-haired Captain.

"Abandoning me?"

Yang Xiao was taken aback; he hadn’t anticipated that for this captain, the Daoist robe old ghost would actually give up the Underworld Robe which was almost within grasp.

At this moment, the Silver-haired Captain smoothly holstered his gun. Facing the Daoist robe old ghost without retreating a step, he took out a brass-cased pocket watch with his right hand. Letting go with his fingers, the pocket watch plummeted down, held by a chain, and hung mid-air. The next second, as the pocket watch swayed left and right, a strange aura spread out, and the steps of the Daoist robe old ghost immediately slowed down, his speed reduced by more than a few times.

At the same time, the area around the Silver-haired Captain, who was at the center, was undergoing terrifying changes. Several trees were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, flourishing, withering, and finally decaying and falling down, turning into black mud and merging with the earth. Yang Xiao understood; this was the cost of the captain’s ability. He could slow down the Daoist robe old ghost’s speed, but the price was to greatly accelerate the flow of time nearby. His strength wasn’t as formidable as imagined, and in this clash of abilities, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

But even so, he was still an existence that Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng could only look up to. After all, there was a time when just one extra glance at the Daoist robe old ghost made Yang Xiao feel like he was going to die.

Not knowing if the old ghost’s interference was to blame, their speed of escape this time was much slower. At this rate, the Daoist robe old ghost could kill the Silver-haired Captain first and then come to kill Yang Xiao and Lu Wencheng. Of course, Yang Xiao would be the higher priority.

Although slow, the Daoist robe old ghost continued to approach, and his speed was increasing, now less than 10 meters away from the Silver-haired Captain.

Suddenly, Lu Wencheng seemed to realize something. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "No, this is wrong—he... he’s already dead. This isn’t his power; he’s been awakened!"

"Awakened?" Yang Xiao was startled. "By who?"

"How would I know?" The two of them were now bound by a green light, and except for their mouths, the rest of their bodies might as well have been for display.

Behind them, the rockery was enveloped in a green light, at the most crucial moment of transmission, but the Daoist robe old ghost had also arrived in front of the Silver-haired Captain, lifted his hand, and reached for the captain’s face. Yang Xiao, having learned from past pain, knew the consequence of being caught by that hand was unimaginable. He immediately shouted a warning for the Silver-haired Captain to run fast.

The next second, the Silver-haired Captain moved, but not to run. Instead, he drew the silver pistol from his waistband and, to Yang Xiao’s astonishment, turned the gun on him. The Silver-haired Captain also turned his head, his disintegrating cheek pulling into an ugly smile. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Mission complete, return to base."

With a "bang," the gun went off, and a force struck Yang Xiao’s chest, sending him flying back against the rockery.

In the last moment of his memory, he saw the Daoist robe old ghost’s hand touching the Silver-haired Captain’s cheek, while the captain himself appeared to disintegrate like sand, the silver spear and pocket watch falling to the ground, kicking up dust through which a red shadow ghostly emerged.

When Yang Xiao regained consciousness, he didn’t know how much time had passed. He was lying on a cold, hard surface, on his side on the ice-cold cement floor, with no one around.

The passageway inside was dark and damp, with an old, decrepit wooden door behind him. Through the door cracks, he could still vaguely see the grey mist churning. freēwebnovel.com

Struggling to his feet, he moved his limbs with difficulty, all his injuries healed, but the immense consumption of spiritual power still caused frequent headaches. He tried to recall the events that had happened earlier, but the pain in his head forced him to give up.

The next second, a cold automated voice echoed through the narrow corridor: "You have passed the third-class selection competition and obtained the qualification to enter the second level of the Small Sutra Pavilion. The collection includes most of the Ghost Level materials, but remember, you only have one chance."

Holding his throbbing head, Yang Xiao sighed to himself. Indeed, Lu Wencheng didn’t lie to him. If he wanted to see the special collections within the Ghost Level, he still had to keep fighting.