American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 195 Hometown
After the violent shaking, the spatial passage gradually stabilized.

Flames flickered deep within Johnny's eye sockets as he unconsciously gazed at the spatial barrier to the side. Through the barrier, he witnessed the horrific scene of Baling forcefully humiliating the town.

"It's really...getting more and more terrifying." Johnny sighed, then quickened his pace, guiding the crowd behind him away; the exit was not far away.

The town has been destroyed, leaving only desolation after the natural disaster.

The blue flames gradually died down.

The enormous skeleton of Baling shrank back to its original size. No matter what kind of demon caused the curse on the town, it would be completely destroyed after his attack.

Even the sleeping demon hiding in some unknown corner will surely be dead.

The past events that happened here, and the secrets they held, are now all buried here.

About half a minute later, the town was buried beneath the earth.

Many children with messy, sparse hair, dressed in tattered white clothes, floated up.

Filled with gratitude, they raised their hands toward Baling, and then floated higher and higher until their figures disappeared and became transparent.

"It's over. I did several great things today, so I deserve to go to heaven."

Baling sighed deeply, moved by his own kindness.

It's time to leave.

This alternate dimension is on the verge of destruction due to unrestrained violence.

The sky was torn apart, and the earth collapsed.

The space is extremely unstable.

Baling casually tore open the spatial boundary, poured in his powerful energy to expand and stabilize the passage, and then flew away following Johnny's aura.

Shortly after Baling left, this space completely exploded.

……

Another day of saving the world.

Although it wasn't a major event that endangered humanity, it still saved many people.

After accomplishing something great, there must be a long period of rest and recuperation; that's the proper way to put it.

After returning home, Baling enjoyed a few days of peaceful life.

Throw a music party, hold a fishing competition, watch cartoons, and learn some new moves.

Life is enjoyable, and occasionally, when the mood strikes, I'll go for a drive in the countryside.

Everything should have continued peacefully as it was.

Anyway, those who were supposed to leave have already left.

When you get tired of life on earth, you should go to heaven.

However, on an ordinary night, Baling had a strange dream.

A bizarre and absurd dream.

He dreamed that he died for some unknown reason and at some unknown time.

Moreover, he participated in the Hell Resurrection Tournament once again.

Logically speaking, at his current level, he no longer needs to participate in the resurrection competition, and no demon would dare to easily face his power.

Baling strides confidently, as if he could step directly out of the gates of hell.

However, if there is no suitable body for it to stay in the human world, it will be immediately kicked back due to its overwhelming strength.

However, this unreasonable accident did happen.

In his dream, he not only participated in the competition but also encountered an opponent.

This time, his opponent was extremely strong.

It turned out to be a powerful demon, Mephisto, whose entire body was crimson.

Here, Mephisto unleashed his full power, displaying terrifying strength. As the Lord of Hell, his flames could easily destroy a city with every move.

Baling Drum exerted all its strength and fought it for over a thousand rounds, but no victor could be determined.

The two fought so fiercely that the ring collapsed, and the residual force of their battle reached the audience, crushing and killing a bunch of bloodthirsty spectators.

In the end, their power continued to rise, even the Gates of Hell couldn't stop them, and they unleashed their deadly attacks directly on Earth. After their ultimate moves clashed...

Mephisto staggered, then could no longer hold on. With a "whoosh," he vomited out his ravaged internal organs, and knelt on one knee, his dark power completely exhausted.

Baling, representing great love among humanity, still stands tall, with a carefree and aloof expression.

The outcome is decided; Baling has won.

"Mephisto! Mephisto! You useless old thing, how dare you touch my cake. Humph! You really don't know anything."

"Huff, huff, huff!" Unable to control his heavy breathing, Mephisto raised his head, his face pale and his eyes filled with intense resentment. "To be defeated by a junior like you... I am not reconciled! I, the dignified Lord of Hell, who has dominated Hell for millennia, have actually been defeated by you. How hateful!"

"Having said your last words, now die." Baling gripped the bone sword burning with hellfire, aimed at Mephisto's head, and cleaved down with a single stroke!

Die!

Pfft!

The sound of flesh being pierced suddenly rang out.

But it wasn't Mephisto's head that was cut off, but rather... Baling's chest was pierced through.

Baling's dark red pupils shrank instantly. Just as he was about to turn around, the hand that had pierced through his chest suddenly unleashed a powerful suction force.

The dark power belonging to Baling was suddenly sucked away like a water pump.

"Damn it! Which shameless bastard launched a sneak attack?!"

He always enjoys others' pleasures, but never the other way around.

Baling was about to deliver a crushing blow to the attackers, but everything happened too fast.

The battle with Mephisto depleted most of Baling's strength, and after suffering a severe chest injury, he could no longer utilize his remaining strength, and could only watch helplessly as he weakened.

Pfft!
After Baling was drained into a withered skeleton, he finally caught a glimpse of the attacker through the bloodstains on the ground.

It was a demon with a smooth head.

The dream ends here.

It's 3:30 in the morning.

Baling suddenly woke up with a start, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as if it had happened before.

I pulled open my pajamas, and sure enough, the cross was burning hot again.

Something big has happened again.
Can the world withstand this kind of further turmoil?
You demons of hell, can't you just stay down there and live your lives peacefully? You have to come up here and cause all sorts of trouble.

Then, new insights emerged in my mind.

Los Angeles, a trial, a paradise.

First of all, this is a clear indication that something big is about to happen in Los Angeles.

Moreover, this may be the last thing Baling does before ascending to heaven.

Otherwise, how could it be called a "trial"?
The graduation exam has finally arrived.

After you die, you'll become an official in Heaven.

After this is all done, Baling will officially be receiving government funding.

I just don't know what kind of treatment I'll receive.

He's even prepared a white horse. When the time comes, he'll weld a pair of wings onto Little Pearl so she can cosplay as a Pegasus and serve as a high-class vehicle.

It will definitely look very impressive and stylish.

Suppressing his daydreams, Baling turned his attention to the problems he would face next.

The previous dream contained very important information.

"Could it be that Mephisto has returned to the mortal realm? But the fact that I was able to blast him down in my dream means that even if he succeeds, he is no match for me."

"But after I defeat Mephisto, an ugly bald demon will launch a shameless sneak attack, trying to steal my power."

"Those qualified to intervene, even if it's just to take advantage, are definitely not ordinary low-level demons; they are at least of the same level."

Baling's thoughts flowed smoothly, and he immediately connected many key pieces of information.

And that bald devil might be the mastermind behind this major event.

(End of this chapter)