American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 142 Edge
"How dare you! You have the audacity to harm my men. You are courting death."

Baling was secretly alarmed. He hadn't expected that this veteran demon could be so intimidating when he got serious.

However, on the surface, Baling remained calm and composed.

With so many people watching, it would be embarrassing to show weakness, and the elder brother's authority would crumble.

It's a little tricky, but—we'll win.

"Dad, what do we do, what do we do, skr, skr?"

The toy monkey was so anxious that it made an electronic sound; who knows how it imitated that.

"Boss, the brothers have all fallen. How about we make a strategic retreat?"

The television screen was filled with dense static, and the mechanical sound from the speakers was tinged with fear.

These were just evil spirits left behind to guard the hostages. They were lucky enough not to participate in the battle, but they were terrified to see so many of their teammates being beaten to a pulp.

Could they be next?
"Are you kidding me? Are you stupid? I'm avoiding his attacks!"

Baling slapped the television that had come close to him in annoyance, then turned his eyes to the front.

There is murderous intent!
"Kill your horse first!"

The horned demon announced this without any mercy.

In a very short time, Annabelle's power was rapidly unleashed after revealing her demon form, and she was getting stronger every second.

Its bright, lava-like eyes locked onto Baling and the ponies beneath him.

Annabelle conjured a dark blue beam of energy at her fingertips, and with a "biu," the energy exploded.

The pony neighed and leaped onto its front hooves, trying to turn and dodge, which nearly threw Judy off its back.

You want to kill my pony? Don't even think about it!
Baling's body rapidly sprouted layers of straw, which wove and twisted into a round shield, blocking the direction from which the beam of light was coming.

呲呲!

The straw was pierced and melted, but the energy of the beam was also neutralized.

"Gah!"

The next second, Baling instantly merged with Yastan, further enhancing the strength and abilities of his body.

Birdman form, appear!

biu! biu! biu!

The beam of light swept across like a machine gun, and Baling spread its wings wide, its two-meter wingspan of black crow wings stirring up a strong wind.

The black feathers whistled through the air as they shot out, colliding with the beam of light.

The sounds of collisions and explosions continued, and wisps of white smoke covered the surrounding area.

A few scorched feathers flashed red before turning to ashes and scattering away.

The frightened foal has been protected.

But it was far from over. The horned demon was no longer on the field, but a deadly sense of danger came from behind.

Baling turned around, and the dark blue-skinned demon had already clenched his fist and was about to smash it into Baling's head.

Die!

"Don't even think about it!" A hint of joy flashed in Baling's eyes.

In the blink of an eye! Just as the horned demon pounced, a cage that had been laid out beforehand suddenly sprang up from the ground surrounding the pony—a cage made of reinforced straw.

The cage immediately closed, and eight thick, tough straws tightly wrapped around the horned demon's body, binding him within the cage.

The ram-horned demon's eyes seemed to spit fire, and its long, thin tail suddenly tightened, piercing through the gap and heading towards Baling.

Baling, seated on his horse, showed no sign of panic. He clenched his fist in the air, and dark power surged forth.

The straw suddenly contracted, snapping off the point of force at its tail, and the five fingers slowly pulled back with force.

A translucent, tangible hand gripped tightly, like pressing down on a pie, unleashing tremendous force that squeezed the horned demon's body towards the center little by little.

Baling grinned maliciously, saying with all his might, "I'll crush you, you old bastard!"

Boom boom boom!
As the horned demon's body grew increasingly rounded, a strange drumming sound suddenly appeared. Hiss!

Scorching steam billowed from the straw cage, and bursts of flame shot out.

The golden straw softened instantly, like a volcano about to erupt, and the astonishing heat spread rapidly like radiation.

"You have angered the demons of hell! Prepare to descend into hell with me!"

The words, chilling to the extreme, contained a murderous intent fueled by extreme rage; anyone could tell that it was beyond fury.

The extremely hot touch made Baling quickly discard this hot potato.

Before being completely burned to death, the straw tentacles tossed the ram-horned demon aside, and it landed in a corner of the house.

At this moment, the horned demon's form was undergoing an intensified mutation, with its spine protruding and bone spurs sticking out, and a pungent sulfurous smell spreading out.

It's gone mad. It'd rather go back to its hellish home than not blast Baling to smithereens!

Originally, it relied on the doll as a medium to survive in the world, but now, it doesn't care anymore and is directly and openly using all its power.

In less than a minute, it will be rejected and sent back to hell, but in that less than a minute, it is almost invincible.

call!
Suddenly, walls of fire on all four sides blocked their way out.

The terrifying pressure forced Little Pony to his knees, and even the Collectors' Orchestra, who could still move, were trembling.

Mary, Daniela, and others who were ordinary people fainted. Only Judy, due to her special constitution, remained conscious, but she preferred to faint rather than see herself die a horrible death.

What to do? What to do? What to do……

Judy was panicking; her legs were so weak she couldn't walk and could only collapse on the horse's back.

As for Baling, he has already spread his wings and soared high.

"Hey, take me with you!" the toy monkey cried out at the top of its lungs, but Baling flew higher and higher until it was no longer even a tiny black dot in sight.

"It's all over, it's all over, we're going to be annihilated now."

Hmph! You think you can escape?

Annabelle's pupils always reflected Baling's image.

Once its complete form is revealed a few seconds later, it can immediately catch up and tear its soul into hundreds of pieces.

One second, two seconds... three seconds to go.

but.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The dark clouds formed by the gathering of evil energy suddenly tore apart.

In the sky, a blinding crimson light is... plummeting rapidly.

The big one is coming! For some reason, Annabelle felt uneasy at this moment.

But it doesn't make sense; it's invincible now!

Click!
The violent wind pressure, carrying a thousand tons of force, surged down, instantly cracking and collapsing the scorched lawn.

The ram-horned demon below suddenly narrowed its eyes, sensing the aura of destruction.

The threat of approaching from high altitudes is rapidly eroding its confidence.

The horned demon's belief that he "will win" suddenly became less firm.

"what is that?"

High in the sky, Baling, like a falling meteor, trailed a dazzling crimson light. He descended headfirst, feet first, in an unusual diving posture, gathering power to slam his palm down towards the ground.

This was an inspiration he learned from a kung fu movie in his previous life.

A phantom projection of a black-haired man appeared behind him. Although it was just a projection, it possessed a terrifyingly powerful aura, indicating that it had been activated.

The powerful yet benevolent embodiment of the haunted house is communicating with this body, maximizing the transmission efficiency.

(End of this chapter)