Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 816 - 390: Soul Sacrifice - The Summoning of a Demon_3

Chapter 816: Chapter 390: Soul Sacrifice - The Summoning of a Demon_3

[You have used ’Soul Sacrifice—Demon’s Summoning’!]

[You have chosen to sacrifice two points of your Soul Strength cap!]

[Current Soul Strength 1/1]

Bashir’s face suddenly turned pale, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. He couldn’t help but let out a piercing howl, feeling as if a large chunk of his soul had been torn off by some mighty power.

The unbearable intense pain caused him to collapse on the ground, curling into a ball, utterly unable to control Shell any longer.

[The tempting scent of a soul entered the Void, and a massive figure quietly emerged from behind you...]

[That huge figure was blood red all over, with twisted ram horns on its head, a ferocious and bloodthirsty face, and sharp, lethal claws and teeth. Just one glance seemed to evoke the bursting of fiery hot lava, the endless wails of agony from the Abyss of Hell...]

[’Disciple Five Joshua,’ transformed into a giant bear, was like a shivering little dog before the demon, only able to whimper and flee with its tail between its legs.]

"Bashir, you’re ruthless!"

"When I come back, I’ll make you know what it’s like to wish for death!"

Joshua knew that such a terrifying move must come at a great cost, and Bashir likely only had the power to use it once.

As long as he could evade this Skill and escape its range, once the demon in front of him vanished, Bashir would have no chance of turning the tables!

[You use ’Transformation Technique—Dragon Form’!]

[In an instant, you shift from ’Berserkin Bear Form’ to ’Dragon Form’!]

[You flap your huge Dragon Wings, stirring up a fierce wind, trying to quickly flee the battlefield...]

[However, a great shadow completely covers your dragon-shaped body, and as you raise your long neck, looking up...]

[You see the blood red, sun-obscuring claw growing larger and larger before your eyes!]

[...]

[You are dead!]

"No!!!"

Bashir heard the scream through the headset, and, enduring the intense pain, he ripped the headset off, unable to suppress a winner’s smile.

He was drenched in cold sweat and collapsed on the ground, listlessly, without any strength to check the outcome of the battle.

But from that extremely miserable howl, he knew... he had won!

The Game text was still updating...

[With the death of ’Disciple Five Joshua,’ the powerful demon from the Abyss let out a strange chuckle, very satisfied with your sacrifice and anticipating your next offering...]

[The terrifying blood red figure gradually disappeared, and once again the island battlefield fell into eerie silence.]

Bashir gasped for breath for a long time, still not recovered, and barely raised his head to glance at the Game text.

As expected, he saw the game prompt that Joshua was dead.

At this point, Bashir was the only remaining victor in the area. Based on past experience from the disciple wars, he only had to wait a while longer, and he would either be presented with a Rest Page or be directly transported back to the Library.

He couldn’t help but relax, feeling that this Disciple War was too cruel.

Had he not had a trump card at his disposal, the outcome would have likely been very grim.

However, Bashir, feeling relieved to have survived such peril, did not notice that the Game text was still rapidly updating.

[...]

[Behind you, an unsuspected crimson Light began to grow from a dim glow to an intensely stabbing brightness!]

[A sense of immense danger and fear quietly enveloped you, and as you swiftly turned your head, your vision was completely occupied by the ruthless, bloodthirsty crimson Light!]

[It was a blood-red meteor, the relentless Scythe of the Grimm Reaper!]

[The blood-colored meteor was inches away; you didn’t even have time to react before you were consumed by the crimson Light... crushed!]

[Only after the blood-colored meteor obliterated your body and soul, grinding you into a minced meat paste, did the thunderous roar reach you just barely!]

[...]

[You are dead!]

Bashir suddenly felt all his hairs stand on end—a profound terror surged from his spine to the top of his skull.

An intense sense of crisis forced him to prop up his body and pick up the phone to look...

"No!!!"

The sound of extreme despair echoed for a long time before everything once again fell into silence.

PS: There will be another update tonight, as a bonus for the alliance leader’s reward, and it’s likely to be quite late. Grandpas can wait until tomorrow morning to read it.