Chapter 705: Generation after generation, endless and inexhaustible. Chapter 705: Generation after generation, endless and inexhaustible. rcer was in agony.
“Why am I so unlucky? I hadn’t encountered any danger just now, all I did was say one thing, how did I end up trapped in this damned place!”
Indeed…
Ever since rcer had secretly rejoiced, thinking that the Voodoo Cult wasn’t dangerous and that he would definitely get the stele easily, he discovered…
He could hardly move.
He was trapped in a corridor, no matter how he walked, he simply couldn’t get out.
To make matters worse, rcer had entered through a dream.
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His power was suppressed, making it difficult to unleash.
“Damn it!”
rcer cursed, lifting his head to look around. The corridor was dark and deep, with no end in sight. Turning back, the rear was identical to the front.
There was no difference at all.
“I must do sothing, or else, perhaps I’ll die here.”
Although rcer’s strength was weak within the Vanity Sect, it didn’t an he was brainless.
At once.
rcer hesitated for a mont, then touched his face.
But what he felt was that mask.
Once the mask is put on, it cannot be taken off—it’s no joke. Even in his dream, his image was forever masked.
The next second.
The mask emitted a terrifying chill.
As if sothing inside had been awakened.
Vague shadows flickered in and out of existence over his body. rcer’s eyes brightened, and he turned his head to slam into the wall of the corridor.
“It’s here.”
Then, his figure rged into it.
However, the very next second.
After rcer passed through the wall of the corridor, he imdiately felt a sense of weightlessness, and the ground beneath him disappeared.
Whoosh…
The sound of the wind howled.
rcer’s eyes widened: “Fuck!”
He was falling rapidly, while everything around him was pitch black, and at the very bottom, he could see flas soaring into the sky along with many buildings and a large banyan tree.
Fear is a human instinct.
And most fear cos unexpectedly.
rcer had never imagined that after passing through the wall, he would fall down. This drop of several hundred ters, if he were in his flesh body, would definitely smash him into minceat.
Although he was in a dream,
sohow, rcer had an extre sense of panic in his heart, feeling that if he fell, he would definitely die.
“No! I am a mber of the Vanity Sect, how could I possibly die in such a ridiculous way, I don’t believe it.”
rcer roared to encourage himself.
At the sa ti, he tried to change things.
Thankfully this was a dream, where rcer’s power could affect the speed of his fall, but he still couldn’t control himself to stop.
“I probably won’t die.”
rcer consoled himself.
However, as he was about to crash into the group of buildings ablaze with ferocious fire, the sight he caught a glimpse of in the corner of his eye made his scalp tingle.
Beneath him, the flas surged upwards, forming a line of text.
[Welco to Elm Street]
In the midst of the flas, a blazing banyan tree was present, and a devil with a green-striped sweater, his body burnt by the flas, his right hand resembling steel claws, stood below, silently giving him a sinister smile.
rcer turned pale with shock: “Elm Street, Freddy? Why are you here?”
In the past, rcer had traded with the Voodoo Cult to summon Elm Street, while he played the Lullaby himself.
He knew of Freddy’s terror.
If it were the outside world, rcer could easily devour Freddy, but this was the bizarre realm of the Voodoo Cult, and anything could happen.
Below.
Freddy watched rcer with a bizarre gaze, its empty, lifeless eyes betraying an evil hue.
“This rcer, really courting death, has always been against the Devil Master and has offended that devil ti and again. Now, he’s finally fallen into the hands of , Freddy, the servant of the devils.”
“Wait and see, if I don’t torture you into ntal breakdown, then I don’t deserve to mix with Du the Devil’s ranks,” Freddy thought to himself with a sinister smile.
“Heh heh heh…”
Just then.
At that mont, rcer also fell down.
He gritted his teeth and let out a roar, swooping toward Freddy in mid-air.
He was confident that he could handle Freddy.
After all, it was all a dream.
But as soon as he landed.
The scenery around him changed again.
Narrow, enclosed.
It felt like rcer had hit so kind of iron plate; he was in severe pain, and everything before him went dark, as if he were trapped in so cramped space.
He struggled with all his might, feeling the surroundings, “Am I in a coffin?”
As he was thinking.
Suddenly, the darkness above dissipated.
Freddy’s grotesque and terrifying face appeared before him.
“Welco to Freddy’s world, good kid. Scream for ; it makes even more excited.”
With a sneer, rcer tried to get up, “The one who should be screaming is you, you damned bastard.”
“Ah, just a futile struggle.” But Freddy took out a big bucket, with sparkles of fire inside, looking like molten iron or lava.
Under rcer’s horrified gaze, Freddy poured it right over him.
“Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
The wretched scream echoed imdiately as the molten iron covered rcer’s entire lower body, causing him to lose consciousness on the spot.
To make matters worse, his upper body stood up but he couldn’t move at all.
At this point, Freddy was still sneering, grabbing rcer’s chin with one hand, while the other, like an iron claw, scratched at his chest.
“Struggling is pointless. The more you struggle, the more excited I get.”
Splat…
The claws pierced through the chest.
“Look, this is your heart.”
…
Outside.
Lord Ferren, along with Brand and Gascogne, looked on with extrely strange expressions.
In front of them, rcer’s body, since entering the dream, lay on the ground, twitching as if suffering from an ailnt, with blisters from burns on his lower body.
“What kind of hell is inside the Voodoo Cult? Though rcer’s power is diocre, he shouldn’t have been taken down so easily.”
“He will die in there.”
“What do we do? If he dies, it will be our turn to go in, and we won’t fare much better.”
“Let’s think of another way. We should be grateful that rcer went in instead of us. Otherwise, to die such a suffocating death… it’s really too frustrating.”
…
Inside the Voodoo Cult.
Freddy was still torturing rcer.
The passage of ti in the dream was barely noticeable, but Freddy had already used many torture thods on rcer.
Even the birth-giving package of Lock Ghost Puton was applied to rcer.
Tsk…
Such a terrible nightmare.
Inside a delivery room, rcer appeared in the form of a man, having already given birth to three children, all of whom looked exactly like him.
He had completely broken down, his mind in a daze, instinctively he yelled at the nurse, “Let die, just let die.”
But the nurse took off her mask, revealing Freddy’s dreadful face.
It sneered and said, “Die? No, no, no, Mr. rcer, you won’t die. You will keep giving birth, generation after generation, forever and ever.”
Upon hearing this, even though rcer was ntally shattered, he was scared into imdiate unconsciousness.
And at that mont.
Freddy heard Du Wei’s voice: “I’m done here, throw him through that door, let him take the Stele with him.”
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