American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 177 Omen
What should I do?
Baling was sweating profusely, already at his limit. How could he possibly deal with the approaching hellish succubus?

Look at these four sisters with their devilish figures and succubus faces. Baling knew he couldn't resist them, so how could he possibly fight back?
No!

have nothing left!
With his strength depleted and an arm severed, Baling had reached a dead end.

Having lost the strength to fight back, what kind of response should Baling take to weather the crisis?

Baling racked his brains, trying to find a way out for himself, but he couldn't.

At this point, there was no extra time left for him.

The succubus flapped its demonic wings rapidly, transforming into a jet-black streak of light that covered a thousand meters in an instant, closing in on Baling in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!" Baling leaped into the air, using exquisite footwork to evade the encirclement.

call out!
A dazzling beam of light burst forth instantly, piercing Baling's kneecap with lightning speed.

With a muffled groan, Baling plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, landing on a dusty, muddy mess.

"Hmph! Trying to escape! Come here!"

The four succubi worked together seamlessly and decisively blocked all of Baling's escape routes.

Immediately afterwards, they reached out their evil claws to Baling. Baling used all his strength, but was easily knocked to the ground.

"Croak! Don't come any closer! I...I..."

Baling looked desolate. He never imagined that such a great demon would fall to such a state. He didn't want to see himself in such a wretched state.

"No!!"

The terrifying scene vanished like the wind.

The dream shattered, and consciousness returned to reality.

His body suddenly shuddered, Baling's eyes widened, and he sat up on the bed, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his cheek.

"…nightmare?"

Baling is no ordinary person. He wouldn't dream if he didn't want to, especially since he possesses the ability to dream.

Suddenly feeling a burning sensation in his chest, Baling ripped open his loose pajamas and saw the silver cross on his neck emitting a white light.

Then, five words came to mind.

"Texas, Hellfire."

Baling couldn't sleep, his eyebrows almost furrowed in worry. He pondered the nightmare and the cross for half the night. After a long while, he finally came up with three words—"Do great things."

We must do great things! We must do great things!

Something big is about to happen, and he's going to do something big.

With great power comes great responsibility!

To exaggerate a bit, Baling's abilities were unparalleled among mortals, so the responsibilities he bore were extremely heavy.

When it's inconvenient for the higher-ups to take action, it's up to the lower-ups to step up and make a difference.

This time, it may very well be the time for him to show his love for humanity.

Baling analyzed it in detail.

First and foremost, the cross conveys a very important message. The message itself is brief, but the way it is conveyed is remarkably sophisticated.

This is like a revelation, a warning, but more like a mission from above...

Secondly, aside from this crucial revelation, the previous nightmares could not possibly have been just a joke or simply a nightmare.

It has a deeper meaning; perhaps it represents a possibility for the future.

For some reason, Baling's intuition told him this.

The higher the level, the sharper the intuition becomes.

Baling felt that his guess was correct.

Therefore, the invasion of Hell, the scorched earth, the Hell hunt order, and even... the Succubus IV are all possible scenarios.

If we don't strive to protect humanity, we will be beaten to our knees and dragged to hell to suffer humiliation!
Damn it! What a terrifying future!

Baling felt a chill run down his spine. In the sweltering summer heat, his hands and feet were ice-cold; he felt utterly tormented. Who was it? Who had set this up against him?!

Baling has somehow offended someone and is now on a so-called "Hell Hunt Order." If one day the human world truly becomes a hellish place, his fate will be dire.

To save his own life and to protect his peaceful life, Baling would never allow evil to succeed.

"Hehe, I will definitely survive."

Baling, with unwavering determination, is burning with fighting spirit; the resolute look on her face says it all.

A conspiracy to bring disaster to the world was brewing, and he had to act immediately. Baling tucked himself in, turned over, and lay back down on the soft bed.

It's too late tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow.

……

In the west, there is a vast, boundless grassland.

There were lightning and thunder, and heavy rain was pouring down.

The weather was exceptionally bad, with thunderstorms and heavy rain. But even more strangely, scorching hot rain also fell amidst the icy rain.

The clouds in the sky took on a strange shape; upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a dense mass of skull faces crammed together.

A thunderclap flashed, and in an instant, the world was as bright as day.

In the pouring rain, a man dressed in black was walking towards them.

His speed appeared slow, but in reality, he covered an extremely long distance in a single step.

The man was pale-faced but handsome, yet he strolled leisurely through the storm, which showed that he was no ordinary person.

In a certain moment, beneath a person's skin, their true nature is revealed.

With a blue face, sharp teeth, blood-red eyes, and black veins covering his face, he was clearly a demon who had escaped from hell—the Blackheart Demon, an ambitious demon.

Shortly after.

A bar in the wilderness, with several Harley-Davidson motorcycles parked in front of it.

At the entrance, a bald, burly man with a gold chain around his neck watched the heavy rain and took a sip of his wine.

But as soon as you take a sip, the bottle is quickly covered in frost, as if it were just taken out of the bottom of the freezer.

At that moment, an uninvited guest arrived; he was a cold-blooded man.

Before they even got close, the bald, burly man sensed that the newcomer was up to no good, so he also advised the man to leave.

Blackheart Demon, realizing that the bald giant was about to die, struck with Black Tiger Stealing Heart without warning, and the bald giant's face turned blue, his life force completely extinguished.

he died.

The bar soon met its end.

From the visiting gang members to the lowly waiters, none of them escaped death.

But that wasn't the evil demon's goal; at most, he just happened to be passing by and crushed a few ants.

After dealing with the passersby in the bar, the Blackheart Demon summoned his old acquaintances, three banished demons, who were originally fallen angels banished from Heaven by the holy angel Michael.

Now they hide among the natural elements, awaiting the end of the world.

The bald-headed earth demon, Greyhill. The long-haired, wet water demon, Valor. And the wind demon, Abigail, who moves like the wind.

Each of them possesses unique skills and is a veteran demon who has roamed the human world for many years. By inhabiting the elements, their combat power in the human world is extraordinary.

Water Demon: "Black-hearted Demon, why did you summon us?"

Blackheart: "I've come looking for the Covenant of San Venganza. Legend has it that after it was stolen, it was hidden in the nearby cemetery. Can you help me find it?"

Wind Demon: "So what if we find it?"

The Blackheart Demon said, "We will dominate the world, starting from one city and slowly conquering the entire world."

The Blackheart Demon makes no secret of his determination to do great things, and this is the key to winning over the other demons.

(End of this chapter)