American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 204 Tit for Tat
he came.

It actually broke the boundary between hell and the human world, forcibly projecting its own power into the human world.

Seriously——

Horror!
Those in the know were already gasping in shock, while those who didn't were still brandishing useless pistols to bolster their courage.

Mephisto's twisted shadow has officially appeared.

Its body was enormous, easily reaching the ceiling, and it was entirely crimson, surrounded by shimmering flames.

Mephisto: "Who said that! Show yourself!"

Baling held Angela's hand, and a cluster of hellfire burned along the pistol, instantly enchanting it. At this moment, the originally ordinary muzzle emitted a dangerous aura.

"You want to be born through a body. You're so eager to be my son." Baling mocked, completely disregarding the demonic figure before him.

"You are..." In Hell, Mephisto's true form showed three parts hesitation, three parts anger, and four parts disbelief in his eyes.

“I’m the biological father you were so eager to acknowledge just now,” Baling said with a grin, pulling Angela into his arms.

“You…” Mephisto was furious and pointed at the two of them angrily.

Baling smiled and tightened his strong arms around Angela, making her get closer.

"Yes, we almost had a child."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mephisto roared, determined not to be unjustly relegated to a lower social status than his enemy.

"Hehehe! Getting impatient!" Baling winked and made Mephisto in hell so angry he wanted to hit him, but the demonic shadow projected onto the human world had very little power and could not do anything to Baling.

"Provoke me, I have hostages!"

"I have one too. Don't you have an illegitimate child still alive? You wouldn't want anything to happen to him, would you?"

At this time, after Mephisto passed away, he had no idea that his son Danny had long since had his potential drained by Balin.

However, as long as the son's bloodline can be passed down from generation to generation, who knows, one day a descendant's bloodline might revert to its ancestral form, and when that happens, the descendant will have a new body after coming into the world.

Mephisto, a mature and experienced demon, immediately realized that Balin had already exploited his weakness.

A cunning devil!
Mephisto, in hell, let out a fierce curse.

On the surface, Mephisto naturally couldn't easily let others see his wavering; a tough stance was the best way to conceal his bottom line.

"Do you think I care? I have three thousand beauties in my harem in hell, and every day is a different one. I don't even know how many children will be born every day."

Baling didn't buy into that at all. If he really didn't care about Danny, Mephisto wouldn't have risked being kicked back to hell to negotiate with Baling.

Although the negotiations broke down that time, it was enough to prove that Mephisto cared.

"Keep these lies to yourself, don't take them seriously. You can only fool yourself, who else can you fool?"

Baling's sharp words exposed Mephisto's true colors.

"Since you're so confident, then let's all stop playing. Let's see who'll feel the pain." Mephisto from Hell grabbed Isabel by the neck, and Isabel immediately screamed in agony, unable to bear the burning flames.

Meanwhile, on the human side, through the connection of the mourner's bracelet, Angela also heard the news and immediately wanted to break free from Baling's embrace and fight Mephisto to the death.

“Come on, it’s not my sister anyway.” Baling took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, “Hey, Johnny, get rid of Danny for me.”

"No! My sister is innocent! Please save her!" Angela knew only Baling could save her sister, so she immediately begged him, saying all the right things she could think of. Finally, Baling wavered, and at that moment, Mephisto seemed to realize this and immediately offered a way out, allowing both sides to back down.

"Stop, we can talk again. Whether it's a decisive battle based on strength, or a simple negotiation based on wisdom."

"Sigh! What can I do, I'm too kind-hearted." Baling dialed back, "Johnny, the plan is canceled, no need to kill anyone."

Johnny: ?
So, will the next step be a battle of wits from afar?

The demonic shadow projected by Mephisto grew increasingly terrifying. Could it be that Mephisto from hell was unleashing his full power, preparing for a desperate attack?

The air at the scene began to distort, and the bottles and jars overhead were shattered into countless cracks by an invisible force.

Is it time for a war?

This thought crossed everyone's mind.

Baling remained calm and composed, not even turning his head, and said to the others, "It will definitely be a devastating blow. I will try my best to dissipate the remaining force into the earth, but I cannot guarantee it completely. For your safety, you should retreat quickly to avoid being killed by the aftershocks."

Constantine had already quietly retreated to the doorway, and upon hearing Baling's words, he took a step and disappeared without a trace.

His teammates Hennessy, Beaman, and his apprentice Chase were not as heartless as Constantine:
"Boss, the bowling alley is up there, lots of people are there."

"Can I stay and watch? I love seeing big scenes. I've seen them in books, but this is the first time I've encountered one in real life. If I see it with my own eyes, it'll be worth it even if I die!"

"Sir, I would like to stay and help you."

There are still many good people in the world.

Although Baling didn't need them, they felt a warmth in their hearts. However, since their presence was pointless, they were dismissed for their foolish behavior.

"The sky is about to fall and the earth is about to split open! Don't you know what a big scene is?! You all get back, get back as far away as you can."

"Father, you know there are people around, why don't you hurry up and disperse the crowd? Remember to take away those clueless, bloodthirsty, four-eyed bastards who want to watch the fight. And Chas, if you're so bad, practice more, don't send him to his death."

“As for Angela, you can’t leave. You have to stay.”

After Baling finished giving his instructions, Angela was the only one left in the secret room.

The remaining Baling are locked in a fierce battle with Mephisto, and could clash at any moment, potentially leading to a massive explosion at the bowling alley.

The oppressive atmosphere intensified exponentially, and the frail Angela almost stopped breathing. In a daze, she smelled a strong scent of death.

I'm so nervous, so nervous... Am I... going to die?

Angela felt weak all over, and if it weren't for Baling's broad chest behind her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

The accumulation of power continues, and this will be an earth-shattering battle!

Then, the two, who had been staring at each other for so long that they practically ignited the air, finally spoke.

"If you truly wish to talk, then we shall meet again in hell."

The distorted shadow began to fade, and the projected power transformed into guiding flames.

"Come on then. Angela, let's go." Baling said, then channeled the power he had unleashed into Angela's consciousness, and then shot off, chasing after the fleeing flames.

Heading to—Hell!
(End of this chapter)