Summoning Nightmares (4K)

The eerie ball of light, upon merely touching the consciousness of these fifty experimental subjects, silently eroded them as if paint had come into contact with water.

Subtle and silent influence

These people's consciousnesses have been completely crushed and decomposed into nutrients. Their souls have been scattered, and they have no chance of going to hell after death and becoming evil monsters.

And in the distance,

More and more bizarre creatures are arriving one after another.

These light clusters, which had just eroded human consciousness, became bloated and were torn apart by more clusters of light, shadows, and gray mist that arrived later. As the colorful light dissipated, tiny, pale white specks of light burst forth from within.

Those were remnants of the consciousness of those experimental subjects.

"Now!"

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed as he saw that a large number of distorted color clusters had gathered here.

He seized the opportunity, at the moment when the light was most concentrated.

With a wave of his hand, he released all 400 fusions of believers and Skin-Grafters.

At the same time, the accumulated terror created by supplying a million people over two whole days formed a net that instantly ensnared the strange, aimless groups of people who wanted to leave.

Each believer immediately began to locate their own position according to their assigned team.

There are too many strange orbs of light, and they're too concentrated!

The power released by Wu Heng was largely eroded in just a moment.

And that's not all.

This time, the colorful light seemed to have tasted success, as if tentacles were climbing up Wu Heng's brain along with his eroding fear.

This made him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

The surrounding space seemed to have been turned upside down, shaking incessantly.

After holding on for a while, Wu Heng estimated that the time was almost up and immediately severed the connection with the released terrifying emotions.

Without his control, the remaining fear was instantly eroded away.

These bizarre, colorful spheres that refracted light into the dark space, after testing the power of fear, did not disperse but instead all aimed at Wu Heng and rushed towards him.

Having just caught his breath, Wu Heng could only expend another day's worth of energy. This time, however, he only delayed the orbs of light for a moment, as if they had already developed resistance to fear.

Even Freddy Krueger, a wicked monster who had been dead for decades, didn't know what these orbs of light were; he only knew that he shouldn't be touched by them.

Just as the ball of light was about to engulf Wu Heng,

Wu Heng noticed that the believers had already taken their respective positions.

He forced his head, which was throbbing with hallucinations, to swell rapidly backward and issued his command.

"Listen up, everyone! I will release you from your constraints and unleash your dreams!"

As Wu Heng finished speaking,

In an instant, all 400 believers unfolded their own dreams, as if a splendid hydrangea had bloomed in this dark space.

This round flower woven from dreams,

The strange orb of light, which had not yet arrived, was repelled outside.

at the same time,

Those clusters of light that had gathered in large numbers to compete for the consciousness of fifty experimental subjects were also completely sealed within the dream's encirclement.

This strange ball of light, since it can be resisted by dreams...

Dreams naturally become the best isolation net, just like isolating a virus.

Seeing that his plan had initially succeeded, and that the several orbs of light that had managed to escape the encirclement were still eager to get closer to him, Wu Heng led Blake away from this dangerous No-Dream Land.

As for the hydrangeas woven in the believers' dreams, they were left in place.

Back in reality,

Corey looked at Wu Heng with some confusion and asked, "Are they going to stay there indefinitely just to trap those 'orbs of light'?"

He couldn't figure it out at all, and only felt that this didn't seem to match the battle they were talking about.

"That's the duty of these four hundred men. You and Blake will lead the rest to do something else."

"Don't let your guard down. What seemed simple just now was actually a mistake that could send you to hell!"

Wu Heng didn't say much, but seeing that Corey seemed somewhat relaxed, he offered a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Corey instantly became alert. This was a dream; who knew what other strange things might happen?

"I understand, I will be more careful." Corey nodded solemnly.

Wu Heng was still using the identity of Number One, so he didn't act too coldly. He smiled, patted Corey on the shoulder, and then turned and walked to Deborah, who was busy at work.

"Mr. Sal, that legendary masked kid Blake just called to say he's arrived at the foot of the mountain with 600 men," Deborah said.

"Okay, let them in. Bring him over first!"

Wu Heng nodded, then turned his gaze to the second batch of believers who had arrived under Corey's command and were about to complete their surgeries, and began to calculate in his mind.

"Corey It Comes 789 people this time, plus Blake's 600, which means that after deducting the 400 people surrounding the light orb, there are still 989 people left."

"That's enough!"

"This number is already enough to clear out some troublesome enemies. As for the monsters that even a thousand Jason Voorhees couldn't eliminate, adding another nine thousand probably wouldn't make much difference."

"If there is a qualitative difference in strength, the human wave tactic is completely useless."

At that moment, the isolation door behind him opened, and Corey, dressed in a tactical trench coat, strode in, led by Professor Deborah.

"Number 1, I have fulfilled my mission and It Comes with my men," Corey said happily, his words carrying an air of confidence.

This is something Corey lacked before.

Even with the power of the mask, and his Oratory in the nightmare gaining the approval of the crowd, he still lacked the confidence to persuade others.

Even now,

With a satisfactory result, one naturally gains confidence.

For Springwood,

Corey was able to It Comes 600 people from a pool of 10,000, or perhaps just a few thousand, families, which is almost a 10:1 ratio.

"Well done. Here's the plan for this project. Take a look." Wu Heng handed him the steps Blake needed to take.

In this, he used some pronouns.

Without experiencing it firsthand, outsiders simply cannot discern the true purpose behind it.

Blake took it and examined it carefully, his expression constantly shifting.

Until after watching it,

He breathed a sigh of relief, "I have no questions about this plan. When will it likely take place?"

At this moment, Corey also came to Wu Heng's side and looked at Blake with a scrutinizing gaze.

Both of them gained their power through masks.

While they are on the same side, they are also competing with each other.

If it weren't for Wu Heng, number one, whose powerful influence was pressing down on them, the two might have already turned against each other and It Comes harming one another.

After all, no one would mind wearing an extra mask; human desires are insatiable.

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Four hours later,

Just as the six hundred followers that Blake brought had also completed their surgeries and fallen into a deep sleep.

Wu Heng, who had been thinking with his eyes closed, suddenly stood up.

As he stood up,

Corey and Blake, who were talking in hushed tones, immediately stopped talking and stared at Wu Heng, waiting silently.

The entire research institute fell Silence instantly, as if on the eve of a storm.

Wu Heng looked around.

With a wave of his hand, one hundred and nine Skin-Grafters appeared; this was his final remaining quota.

These hundreds of Skin-Grafters were dispersed to all the main routes of the research institute, while the rest of the institute's staff were dismissed and replaced by them as guards.

To prevent anyone from infiltrating and causing sabotage in the real world.

"Let's go, it's time for you to show yourselves and appease the believers in the dream!"

Wu Heng sent Corey and Blake back to their own lounge, put them on protective gear, and then brought them into the dream world as well.

Then he turned and left the research institute.

They drove 100 kilometers south until they infiltrated the lowest level of a hidden military base, where they entered a dream without anyone knowing.

On the Silence modern streets,

If it weren't for the corpses hanging from the roadside trees, swaying in the wind, it would be almost indistinguishable from reality.

857 ordinary Skin-Grafters stood in a square formation.

The first three rows were the lead team, consisting of 132 Skin-Grafters -X (nanometal Skin-Grafters).

Their powerful bodies exude a chilling killing intent; ordinary evil spirits would be no match for a single strike from them.

Unlike the murderous aura they exude,

Yet their eyes are filled with determination and dynamism, a manifestation of the active minds of believers, and the biggest difference between them and individual Skin-Grafters.

Accompanied by Blake and Corey, Wu Heng

He walked up to the group of believers, who were all of unwavering faith and not ordinary soldiers, so Wu Heng didn't say anything encouraging.

He simply said:

"This is a dream world. The enemies you face are all kinds of strange and wonderful. You don't need to distinguish what they are. Just swing your blades and kill everything in front of you."

"No allies, no way out."

"Panic, begging, surrender, betrayal—all are useless. The enemy in the dream has no concept of these things."

"Victory or death, including the three of us, will only lead to one outcome."

Wu Heng looked at the still silent believers and said nothing more.

But no one knows who started it, and all the believers suddenly began chanting in unison the contents of the Book of Fear, which Wu Heng had woven:

"Ahead lies the beginning of the abyss; those who turn back will forever remain on the other shore."

"Ahead lies the beginning of the abyss; those who turn back will forever remain on the other side!"

The eerie tone, combined with the Skin-Grafters's attire, evoked a sense of a cult of evil gods.

Wu Heng turned and gestured for Corey to continue leading the group, while he led Blake to an empty house on the side of the street, following the plan given to the two of them.

Then Wu Heng gestured for Blake to sit cross-legged and not to make any movements.

He then closed his eyes and concentrated.

Under the influence of intention, the ripples spreading throughout the body were slowly concentrated at the pineal gland in the vertebral column.

These ripples gradually coalesced into a ball of light the size of a walnut.

The light slowly drifted out from between Wu Heng's eyebrows, merged into between Blake's eyebrows, and disappeared.

After losing Jacob's ability to enter dreams, Wu Heng immediately felt that his dream was becoming unstable. He immediately filled the dream with terror and, imitating Freddy Krueger's methods, temporarily stabilized the dream.

"I have my own battlefield!"

"This is the ability to enter dreams, temporarily lent to you to help you better grasp the direction of the battlefield. Don't let your guide down!"

Wu Heng looked at Blake with sincere eyes and said seriously.

"I will, whether it's for Michael Myers, for the believers, or for myself!"

Blake nodded in response, his tone filled with a sense of responsibility.

At the same time, he rubbed his eyes slightly. The dream suddenly felt so real that it made him feel out of place. After all, not everyone is like Wu Heng.

"These are the pattern and coordinates. Don't tell anyone except yourself!" Wu Heng passed a message to Blake. "Go on, Corey is waiting for you outside."

Blake nodded solemnly again, silently turned and walked out of the room, joining Corey outside in making preparations for the battle.

One of them was responsible for leading all the Skin-Grafters, and the other was responsible for stabilizing the dream.

Wu Heng saw that everything in his dream was arranged perfectly.

His thoughts shifted, and he returned to reality, muttering to himself as he faced the sealed basement:

"This is a do-or-die battle; success or failure hinges on this!"

"If I fail, even if I return to reality, I will not be able to escape that unsolvable mystery."

I then checked the time; it was already 2:27 PM.

"It's almost time!"

Wu Heng began to carve on the ground, and then took out Soul-Calling Talisman, along with the communication device that the three nightmares had given him—the thing that resembled a maggot's tail shell.

It was embedded in the Soul-Calling Talisman.

And immediately infused it with Spirit-Touch Power, continuously activating the Soul-Calling Talisman.

In the completely airtight chamber, as the Soul-Calling Talisman was activated, a subtle, eerie breeze arose, as if opening a passage to the unknown darkness.

Wu Heng was extremely focused at this moment, carefully maintaining a steady output of power.

but,

After a long five-minute summoning process.

Even after Wu Heng had exhausted half of his Spirit-Touch Power, he still received no response from the other side.

The three nightmares seemed to be dead, showing no signs of life.

The other party completely resisted the temptation of the Soul-Calling Talisman.

"These three maggots are so cautious!"

Wu Heng looked at the scene before him and cursed under his breath.

When the three maggots handed him their shed tail shells, they said, "These are our shed horns. Blow on them three times, and we will hear your plea, but you only have one chance."

"Summoning failed. Looks like I have no choice but to activate this thing!"

Looking at the horn-shaped object, Wu Heng thought to himself, "What horns? When did maggots start having horns? This is clearly a molted shell from its butt!"

Wu Heng aimed his mouth at the pointed part of the tail shell and blew three times in succession.

Especially considering the pointed tip, which could very well be the maggot's excretory opening, he felt an urge to brush his teeth immediately. However, given the life-or-death situation, he had to endure it for now.

He thought to himself, "This must not be revealed. Anyone who knows about it must be silenced."

As the three muffled sounds ended, the surrounding air instantly distorted, as if turning into ripples of water, revealing its texture.

The floor beneath my feet felt somewhat unstable.

The locked room was filled with a sense of contradiction.

"Where are you? What is your plea for sounding the bugle?" A voice, like that of a child crying, echoed from the surrounding air.

Upon hearing this question, Wu Heng felt a sense of relief.

The nightmare's first question was where he was, clearly indicating that the summoning still held appeal for them, but hadn't yet reached the point where it would bring them into reality.