American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 149 Accident
"The second challenge will test your courage."

"Once you cross this section of the road and reach the finish line, you've passed the test."

"It's very simple, there's nothing to question."

The television continued its usual rambling.

Click, click, click!
The dense and rhythmic sound was the sound of three sharp guillotines chopping wildly.

This is also part of the collection.

Along a stretch of road only ten meters long, three guillotines were operating at the speed of pile drivers.

Based on its placement, it is exactly the position of a person standing upright on the ground, with the neck, waist, and knees at the same level.

Even if Jason came, he would have to transform into four segments, let alone ordinary humans.

"Are you deliberately toying with us? This isn't a test of courage, it's clearly a death wish!"

Ed stared nervously at the sharp guillotine, knowing that if he chose this option, he would surely die, and die a very gruesome death!
There's no way out no matter what we choose; we have no choice but to fight to the death!
"Damn it, since you won't give us a way out, then I'll just have to drag you all down with me." Ed suddenly tensed up. He looked around warily, and then abruptly unbuttoned his coat, revealing an oval-shaped object underneath.

And that's his confidence—the Holy Light Grenade.

This is no ordinary grenade. It is said to be a grenade that God accidentally touched in the mortal realm during a battle between heaven and hell.

Of course, this is not the original, but a replica. The original has long been lost.

This item uses materials from ancient sources, but its manufacturing method incorporates modern techniques, making it a high-end product.

These treasures are becoming increasingly rare.

"What the hell? Who are you trying to scare? If you don't want to play, then get on your way. Men, close the gate and unleash the dogs! Bring on the guillotine!"

The television screen flashed, and the person retreated behind the group, but in the process of moving forward and backward, they had already made tactical arrangements.

"Woof woof woof!" "Awooo!"

The only two dogs in the entire area ran out from somewhere, baring their teeth and hissing intensely.

"Ed!"

"Lowling!"

The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Before coming here, they had discussed various contingencies, and sure enough, the plan had developed in the worst possible way.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Begging for mercy is out of the question. The devil's dishonesty is already infamous, so why would they place their hopes on him?

So, it's time to go for it!
“Fellow evil spirits, let me introduce myself. My name is Ed Warren.”

Ed was prepared to die; he knew that once the bomb exploded, there would be casualties.

"Oh no, it's true! Brothers, retreat!" The television set ran towards the throne, not forgetting to turn back and shout.

But how can the evil spirit that has pounced on you retreat?

It's too late!

Like a burst of intense light, in that instant, boundless pure white holy light surged outwards like a tidal wave, engulfing everything around it, while terrifying energy currents swept in.

The closer evil spirits were already scorched by the holy light, their voices distorted, emitting sharp howls.

Something big is actually coming.

However, all of this is still under Baling's control.

A little sunburn, nothing serious.

Finally, just as the Holy Light was about to be extinguished, Baling made his move.

A wine glass with a small amount of red wine remaining was turned upside down. Suddenly, a powerful dark force surged from the basement, transforming into a wine glass-shaped shield as solid as gold and jade, which blocked the burst of holy light.

With a twist of two fingers, the wine glass spun rapidly in his hand.

Suddenly, a small tornado appeared in the basement, and the scattered holy light was sucked into the wine glass.

It's so bright! So bright! My eyes are going to go blind. No, no more spinning!

The Warrens seemed to have fallen into a washing machine, spinning rapidly inside their wine glasses.

"I survived."

"Wow! The boss's made his move! Eddie Warren's in for a world of hurt!"

"As expected of Prison Master! He's strong and powerful. If I had even one percent of Prison Master's strength, I'd be the captain."

"How dare you! You're delusional, you monkey!"

After the danger was contained, the evil spirits turned back with lingering fear. If you looked closely, you would find that their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

The superior's dominance over the inferior, the vast difference in strength, meant that Baling didn't even need to lift a finger; his mere aura was enough to suppress the evil spirits, preventing them from making a move.

Such a terrifying power!

He is far more powerful than during the last battle against the Horned Demon. Baling's strength is like a bottomless abyss, and his limits are completely unfathomable.

Baling opened his mouth, took a deep breath, his chest bulged outwards, and the wine glass tilted, the holy light inside immediately turning into a white stream of air that he inhaled into his body.

Refined instantly!

Most of the energy of the Holy Light Grenade was swallowed whole.

It’s over!

Now the whole family can be together.

Ed and Rowling huddled together, and as the world spun around them, they realized that the Holy Light Grenade, on which they had placed their hopes, had completely failed to work.

They have failed.

belch!
With a slight burp, a pair of flawless white wings suddenly sprouted from Baling's back, and the sky seemed to be illuminated by a large light bulb, emitting an incandescent light. Upon closer inspection, it was a flat halo.

A translucent butterfly of light, fluttering its wings, dances around the holy light.

This dramatic reversal stunned everyone, including the evil spirit.

Just now, Baling absorbed too much holy light and lost control for a moment.

"Caw! I don't want to see!" The weak evil spirit had already turned its back and rushed into the dark corner.

"Boss, we've been so loyal, why are you like this!" The television screen looked incredulous; it hadn't expected there to be a mole, and that the mole had become the boss.

"Is this...is this a dream?" The Warrens thought they were hallucinating.

Baling laughed heartily and said loudly, "Not bad, not bad! Mr. and Mrs. Warren, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

"Faced with such difficulties, you have adhered to your bottom line and have not yielded to evil."

“The people above have already noticed you. I’m here specifically to test you.”

As they spoke, the holy light above Baling's head brightened a little more, and the Warrens, who had been dizzy and vomiting, immediately became much more awake. Their heads were no longer dizzy, their legs were no longer numb, and they felt great.

The other evil spirits in the basement lay on the floor like withered flowers, as if they were about to be scorched to death by the blazing holy light.

Seeing this, Baling withdrew his power of light, and after a transformation, the dark red power of darkness shone again.

As Baling's strength continued to soar, he unexpectedly discovered that light and darkness were not incompatible, but could be transformed into each other.

It's like... they all originated from the same source, but later developed in different directions.

The evil spirits slowly regained their breath and stood up again, but their eyes were filled with deep fear as they looked at Baling.

Baling knew that a pitiful, thick barrier had already separated them.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test."

Baling said with a kind face, and the Warrens were greatly shocked, their minds in complete disarray, and they were unable to come to their senses for a long time.

(End of this chapter)