Chapter 155: The Vandak Attack

Once Vandak finished speaking, the other person felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of his smile and tried to step back, only to be grabbed firmly by him.

"Don't you want to know what I'm going to do next?"

"What next?" the knight asked, completely bewildered.

Vandak gave a mysterious smile, looked up at the ceiling, and slowly spoke, "Are you willing to submit to such a freak?"

This sentence startled the knight, causing him to take a step back. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Vandak smiled again. "With total control over all extraordinary humans, what would that tiny little Hill amount to in front of me then?"

After a brief pause, he continued, "Besides, don't you all know how he obtained his current position in the first place?"

With that, without paying any attention to the others' reactions, he walked away alone.

He was not afraid of anyone going to report him, because this was the decree given to him by Lord Magic Mirror. In this country, no one could defy the will of Lord Magic Mirror—no one.

Inside the House of Horrors, Feng Tianlin walked up to a corpse and picked up a small booklet from its hand.

"Hmph, somewhat interesting." He shook his head and smiled, expressing his utter helplessness at human stupidity.

The cover of the booklet bore a few words written in Sunset Language: *The Nightmare Manor Trial Guide*.

Opening the book, it detailed various trials that the doll might subject them to, along with various experiences.

Before long, Feng Tianlin tossed the book into the fire and burned it completely. It was absolute nonsense.

Feeling the bustling crowd at the foot of the mountain, his brow furrowed.

"You love watching the show that much? I'll give you a proper show to watch."

At the foot of the mountain, people were recounting their encounters inside the House of Horrors. Reporters were conducting interviews, and police officers were maintaining order; in short, a massive crowd had gathered there.

Among them, a fat man was running a stall, and business was booming, surrounded by people.

He sold a wide variety of items, such as exorcism objects, maps of the manor, that copy of *The Nightmare Manor Trial Guide*, and even action figures of Feng Tianlin himself.

A man stood in front of his stall, picked up one of the action figures, and asked, "Sir, how much is this action figure?"

The stall owner, while busy working, smiled at the man and said, "Fifty Newtons."

"What? It's actually this expensive?" The man quickly put the figure down, shook his head, and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, however, something seemed to catch his attention.

He was startled at first, then reached out a trembling hand and pointed in that direction. "That... how much for that?"

The stall owner looked in that direction and was similarly startled.

There sat a doll, and this doll was completely different from all the others.

Its clothes, its eyes, and its limbs were exquisite to the absolute extreme, looking as though it were alive...

Wait! Alive!

The very moment this thought formed in his mind, the doll turned its head toward him and gave a chilling smile.

And so, a terrifying catastrophe unfolded.

How much time had passed was unknown; the screams at the scene had already ceased, leaving only a shocking sight of carnage covering the ground. Feng Tianlin turned his head to look in a certain direction, muttering under his breath.

"Oh ho, quite lively, aren't they?"

In that direction, a large group of people dressed in uniform attire were looking this way, slowly closing in on Feng Tianlin's position.

Sensing the auras of this group, Feng Tianlin deduced that their strength varied wildly: ranging from high-tier Kaiyuan down to low-level F-class lackeys, including Oracles and Spirit Tamers—over a hundred people in total!

Feng Tianlin smiled helplessly, then walked toward the manor right in front of everyone.

By the time he reached the manor grounds, the entire crowd had just arrived at the foot of the mountain, blocking the only path completely, clearly determined not to let him escape.

Standing high above, Feng Tianlin muttered a complaint, "A bunch of mentally disabled fools!" and then vanished from their sight.

Originally intending to hurl a few harsh threats, the crowd saw that the doll had driven itself into a dead end and decided to dispense with further talk, charging up toward the manor together.

As soon as they set foot on the manor grounds, they were greeted by a swarm of low-level weird entities. After easily disposing of these strange creatures, they cast their gaze toward the House of Horrors.

"That doll must be inside! Everyone, stay alert!"

Everyone braced themselves, drawing upon their focus as they began to march into the House of Horrors.

They had no desire to destroy this luxurious ancient castle, otherwise, much of the fun would be lost.

When they entered the castle, there wasn't even a trace of a weird entity's aura, let alone a sound. The entire castle was dead quiet, not looking like it housed any living creatures at all.

The strongest individuals entered the castle last, looking around with bewildered expressions.

"Where is that doll?"

"Who knows?"

The unknown was what frightened people the most.

Yet this terror did not last long before the surroundings plunged into a sea of blood-red, and someone spotted a walking toy bear.

The crowd looked toward the toy, and the toy turned its gaze toward them. Then came a deafening "Boom!"

The explosion, accompanied by towering flames, leveled the entire castle to the ground. Flames shot into the sky, and the surrounding area grew scorching hot.

In a single instant, all humans below S-class perished, while those at S-class sustained severe injuries.

Even those in the Kaiyuan Realm suffered extensive burns across their bodies.

Vandak sat on the ground, the sound of roaring ringing endlessly in his ears. Looking at everything happening around him, his mind failed to process what had just occurred.

Whether they were Oracles or Spirit Tamers, their physical endurance was relatively low. Oracles had to channel their energy into their bodies or weapons before battle to unleash their strength, while Spirit Tamers relied on controlling their weird entities.

Both the explosion and the flames had arrived so abruptly that they had no time to prepare at all.

At that moment, four dolls simultaneously materialized behind Vandak, freezing his limbs with blistering speed.

"Ah!" Overwhelmed by the pain, he collapsed flat onto the ground.

Yet, just a split second later, he used the energy within his body to rapidly melt the ice on his limbs and threw a punch toward the doll behind him.

The doll he attacked vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce onslaught from over a dozen dolls.

"Enough!" he roared, drawing the longsword at his waist and sweeping it horizontally at the dolls.

A dazzling golden light radiated from the longsword, but the moment the light emerged, it dimmed significantly.

The dozen dolls once again cast *Ice Age* simultaneously, freezing his longsword solid before shattering it to pieces.

The moment his sword shattered, Vandak fell into utter despair.

He had never imagined that this doll would grow to such terrifying heights, actually possessing the ability to weaken an Oracle's energy.

The dolls gave him no time for further thought. In the next second, they appeared right in front of him, and one of them threw a punch straight ahead.

The blow struck Vandak square in the face, sending his entire body flying backward to crash heavily against the wall behind him.

A doll clamped its hand tightly around his neck, pinning him firmly against the wall with a grin so hideously distorted on its face that it was a smile genuinely capable of scaring someone to death.

"With just that kind of strength, you wanted to play a numbers game with me?"

Feng Tianlin genuinely wanted to laugh; these pathetic humans actually wanted to use a swarm tactic against him.

Several hundred people had squeezed into the House of Horrors together, bunching up in a tight cluster—how was that anything other than waiting for him to unleash an area-of-effect attack?

Blood continuously spilled from the corners of Vandak's mouth, yet he still slowly raised his hand, intending to strike Feng Tianlin.

The very moment his hand lifted, however, his entire arm was cleanly severed, sending a spray of blood shooting through the air.

The excruciating pain wrung a cry from his throat, yet he stubbornly reached out his other hand, still trying to attack Feng Tianlin.

Predictably, his other arm was severed as well.

What drove him to fight with such desperate resolve?

It wasn't hatred for the weird entities, nor was it deep patriotism for his country, but rather his obsessive infatuation with the Magic Mirror.

Realizing that resistance was completely futile, he slowly spoke, "Lord Magic Mirror... asked me to give you a message."

"What message?" Feng Tianlin asked indifferently.

"He told me to warn you that if you continue to oppose him—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Tianlin ended him on the spot.

Feng Tianlin despised nothing more than being threatened by others.