American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 143 Disbandment
It can be said that Baling now possesses nearly 70% of the full power of his transformation.

A surging, ocean-like dark power spun rapidly within his body, a rice-ear-shaped mark shimmered on his forehead, lava-like patterns spread across his body, and a blazing, boiling power coursed through him.

At that moment, Baling felt incredibly powerful.

Its broad wings were completely folded back, and its outstretched hands swelled and enlarged, with dark red flames compressed and condensed in the center of its hands.

With crimson light swirling in his golden pupils and the dark power gathering in his palm reaching its limit, Baling no longer hesitated and struck out with his palm towards the ram-horned demon on the ground, delivering a fatal blow.

The vile demons of hell have been defeated by my pirated version of the Buddha's Palm!
The compressed, dark red flames exploded with a roar, and a huge fiery palm print appeared in the air.

The horned demon on the ground, still counting down to its final transformation, had its goatee ignited by the oncoming palm wind, making its face extremely ferocious. The surrounding walls of fire had long since been extinguished.

With great effort, it raised its demonic head, staring directly at the enormous palm print that nearly filled its entire field of vision.

Damn it, if you have that kind of strength, why pretend to be weak to take advantage of others!

If you had attacked like this earlier, I would have been defeated!

Hey!
The air distorted and evaporated under the high temperature, and the grass clippings and soil underfoot turned into dust.

The palm print seemed slow but was actually fast, like a moment, yet also like a long time had passed, until the palm was completely struck!
The ram's horns on its head broke off, and its emaciated demonic body was crushed in half, with its upper body violently pressed into its lower body.

The skin and muscles completely melted away, and the hunched skeleton cracked inch by inch. Only the hard skull held up, but it was also full of cracks.

Centered on the horned demon, a palm print two meters deep was created by the collapse of the ground.

Long!
After the initial shock, there was a tremendous tremor; the houses shook violently, as if they were about to collapse.

The shockwave spread outwards, causing residents in nearby streets to faint, and the entire neighborhood suddenly lost power, plunging it into darkness.

The force seeped into the earth and gradually weakened.

Baling held back a little to prevent the power of his palm strike from leaking directly into the surrounding environment; otherwise, his band and those humans would have been killed.

There's no need to buy a coffin, because you can't find a bag anyway.

The sound of flapping wings grew louder as Baling gradually flew down.

Looking down at his masterpiece, Baling jumped into the deep pit and scooped up the dying ram-horned demon inside.

Annabelle was barely breathing; her body was mangled, but her eyes could still move.

Baling, who had been infused with an excessive amount of dark power, was also charred and looked terrible. He didn't have much power left, but he could still complete the last task.

The hand grasped the small horn on the ram-horned demon's forehead, and then activated its devouring ability. The ram-horned demon, weakened to the extreme, could only have its soul sucked out by this suction force.

"Aaaaah!" With a scream, the soul of the azure-blue ram-horned demon was trapped inside Baling's body.

After entering the scarecrow's body, the horned demon felt a diminishing, even disappearing, call from hell and rejection from the human world.

Why is this?

Is it going to die?
"No! I can't! I must live."

The most primal instinct for survival drove the horned demon to struggle frantically, butting and banging with its horns, trying to break free of its cage.

But can it do it?

Stab it!

Suddenly, his chest burst open, squeezing out a horn. Then the crack gradually widened, and a complete demon head was about to emerge.

At this moment, Annabelle felt the allure of hell once again.

As long as you climb out, once you're pulled back to hell, you can... survive.

"Hehehe! You've offended me and you still want to run back to your happy old home? Dream on!"

Baling desperately pressed the head against his chest, trying to shove it in, while the horned demon struggled to push it out.

The two sides traded blows, and for a time, the situation reached a stalemate. Both sides had exhausted their remaining strength, but Baling, as the force that dealt the most damage, had ultimately expended too much energy.

Using all his might, he used the raven wings behind him to wrap around his body, and Baling's body fell into a deep sleep.

“No——!”

The desperate screams abruptly ceased.

Beneath the deep pit, all is quiet, as if the story has come to an end.

"Waaah! My dear Lao Da, you're gone just like that." The toy monkey cried out like a dead man while playing a mournful accordion.

"Oh, how magnificent. Although I've only been with the boss for less than a day, my heart has already been captivated by his heroic deeds. I'll probably never forget him." The television set fluttered its arms and legs, crawled to the cave entrance, and sighed with emotion.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—!" The white pony raised its hooves and came to Baling's pit, neighing loudly. Baling was a dutiful master; he never forgot to protect his pony.

A faint sadness drifted around them. The Collection Room Orchestra had only been established a short time ago, but unexpectedly, it faced the crisis of disbanding.

The vast majority of the evil spirits in these collection rooms are incapable of moving freely. The reason they were able to get up and shake themselves a few times before was because Baling provided power, thereby activating the functions of their bodies.

Without Baling's supply, these guys, who had no backup or hidden energy sources, quickly ran out of steam.

I'm running out of energy; I guess I'll have to go back to my cell.

"Ugh! My head is spinning."

A faint groan escaped her lips as Judy, clutching her forehead, groggily awoke.

Before she passed out, she seemed to see the demon unleash its power, and at that moment, she thought she was about to die.

But then, it seemed like a shooting star streaked across the night sky and fell into her house. The shooting star wasn't as beautiful as she had imagined; instead, it was very hot and dangerous.

Damn it, she wasn't killed in the explosion.

Is she dreaming?

Judy looked around, glancing here and there. After a moment, her eyes widened in shock.

She remembered!

When did such a huge hole appear in my front yard? It looked like a giant had slapped me hard in the face. The lawn was gone, leaving only a layer of hard soil.

As Judy watched the evil spirits surrounding the pit, her mind went blank.

Without Baling's suppression, what will we do if they get any evil ideas?

Little did they know, the evil spirits were also afraid, but they weren't afraid of Judy; rather, they were afraid of the rustling noises that suddenly appeared in the pit.

Is Annabelle not dead?

If they're not dead, won't they be wiped out?
The few remaining evil spirits looked at each other, and then, as if they had made up their minds, they began to scatter and crawl in all directions like pupae.

"Croak! Run!"

blah blah blah!

With a slight sound, a dark blue arm suddenly stretched out from below and rested on the edge of the pit.

This aura... it really isn't dead!

They dared not look back, and the pupae, exhausted, pressed onward.

"Hehe, I survived, I'm alive..."

The horned demon had only spoken halfway when suddenly, a tall man who looked familiar but whom it had never seen before stepped on the back of its hand.

(End of this chapter)