New Nightmare Power (5K)

Wu Heng wrapped strands of power around Nightmare's body.

This time, he did not feel the corrosive sensation that came with contact with the other party. The three nightmares allowed Wu Heng's power to touch them, only wriggling slightly without struggling.

Upon seeing this, Wu Heng immediately stimulated his mind to wake himself from sleep.

Along with the three nightmares he had been dragging along, they were pulled out of the dream and appeared in the sealed laboratory.

They were half-floating in the air.

After surveying the sealed environment around him, his heart sank, and he hurriedly said to Wu Heng:

"The coordinates in the dream have been exposed. We need to leave here and change our hiding place!"

They had no choice but to be anxious.

Once they arrive in reality, their bodies are extremely fragile, and they cannot exert any of their own strength.

but,

As long as there are humans dreaming around us

They can return to the Dream Space at any time through these people's dreams, and the dream scenes and coordinates of each person are completely different.

In reality, two people who share a bed may be worlds apart in their dreams, their locations so different that they cannot be measured by distance and could easily escape each other's grasp.

However, Wu Heng was the only one in this secret room at the moment.

They were also unaware that there were other people sleeping around them, which meant they were essentially trapped there.

"No rush, let me set up a talisman array to conceal our presence first." Wu Heng's tone was filled with caution as he saw Nightmare's panicked state. "Otherwise, even if we manage to escape, the enemy will be able to track us down based on our presence."

"Then hurry up and set it up!" Nightmare said urgently, looking at Wu Heng was standing still and unmoved.

Seeing the Nightmare's actions, Wu Heng realized that the other party had no way to leave.

Only then did he calmly take out the red rope, candles, talismans, wooden board, and six sealed evil spirits.

Ever since he began plotting against Freddy Krueger and Nightmare,

Wu Heng had already prepared these things, and now was the time to use them.

With Wu Heng's arrangement,

Nightmare, watching from the side, said with some curiosity, "This seems to be an Eastern style?"

"Yes, this stuff is very effective. I've used it many times." Wu Heng nodded.

This ' Seven Fiends Rebirth ' ritual, obtained from Master Gui, is of unknown origin. Its potential seems very strong, and so far, there is no one it cannot transform.

However, the downside is that the monster must be subdued first.

Although the ghost master is a Thai ghost, the name of this ritual clearly indicates that it's definitely a style from his hometown.

Thinking of the Zhong Kui statue and Guan Gong temple in that world, Wu Heng couldn't quite grasp the limits of this thing.

However, this does not affect its usability.

After binding all six evil spirits, Wu Heng turned to the three nightmares and whispered, "Do you believe me?"

Nightmare looked at the setup and suddenly had a bad feeling, but since things had come to this, she swallowed hard and forced herself to reply:

"Of course I believe you!"

"Otherwise, we'd be willing to go back to reality with you, we're in this together!"

The nightmare emphasized the words "a rope," as if reminding Wu Heng.

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng nodded in agreement.

"That's absolutely right!"

"Since you believe it, then don't resist."

As Wu Heng spoke, he picked up the thickest red rope and walked towards the three nightmares, intending to tie them up.

"What do you mean by this? Why are you trying to kidnap us? I'm warning you, don't go too far!"

"Your ritual clearly doesn't resemble a hidden talisman array."

The nightmares could no longer tolerate Wu Heng's excessive behavior. Their bodies emitted a purplish-black Nightmare Power, making the secret room appear illusory.

However, in reality, their power at this moment is equivalent to that of a malevolent monster.

"Okay, okay, you say you believe me, but you're just saying it casually."

"You don't believe me at all, do you!"

"I went to so much trouble to arrange the ceremony and help you conceal yourselves, and you've really given me the cold shoulder."

Wu Heng's tone was full of anger and resentment.

This caused the previously aggressive nightmares to slightly restrain their power fluctuations, and they explained in a gentler tone:

"Don't misunderstand, it's just that your ritual does look a bit strange."

"We have our own way of hiding; just get us out of here!"

"Stop talking!" Wu Heng interrupted the nightmares without any politeness. "Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will eventually split into enemies."

"Since that's the case..."

"Let's see what you've got!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whistling airflow swept through the sealed room.

Released prematurely and quietly, filled with the terror of a confined space, it erupted instantly, like a vortex, disrupting the energy fluctuations of the nightmares, freezing their bodies in mid-air, and constantly eroding them.

Wu Heng's sudden burst of power caught the nightmares completely off guard, and they roared in pain:

"You're insane! Do you know what you're doing? Without us, you won't survive either!"

The nightmares' eyes were filled with bewilderment.

It's like you're discussing business and future development with a partner, and suddenly the partner flips the table and becomes a robber.

"Who told you not to trust me? If you didn't trust me, you would definitely betray me sooner or later. You all forced me into this situation!"

Wu Heng cried out in aggrieved voice, while simultaneously increasing his power to completely suppress the nightmares and prevent them from escaping.

"Let us go, we believe you, and we are willing to cooperate with you."

"Too late!"

"I don't need your cooperation. I will prove to you in my own way whether I am trustworthy or not."

Boom!!

The three nightmares were completely bound and pressed to the ground. Wu Heng continued to bind them with increased power, while simultaneously trapping them with red magic.

This caused the nightmares to exchange glances, their eyes filled with helplessness.

They both understood what the other was trying to say.

'This madman isn't planning to forcibly bind us to perform his so-called concealment ritual, and then release us after proving its effectiveness, is he?'

"Brother, we're actually willing to cooperate!"

The voice was like a child's nightmare; it had only been halfway through its sentence when Wu Heng blocked its throat.

then,

Wu Heng drew the Evil Spirit Sword and plunged it fiercely into his forehead.

This action immediately silenced the other two Nightmares who were about to chime in. "What a madman!"

In the silence,

Wu Heng tied the three nightmares together to the seventh red rope. Their bodies swayed in mid-air, like dried radishes hanging in the window of a farmhouse during winter.

Wu Heng kept chanting incantations, and the other six evil spirits immediately emitted mournful cries.

The desperate Scream of women, the helpless sobs of men, the fear of children, the resentment of the elderly—all these sounds filled the confined room, echoing endlessly.

Pale purple fluid was slowly emerging from the Nightmare's body.

Along the red rope that looked as if it had been soaked in black oil, these impure powers were introduced into Wu Heng's body.

"Stop right now, there's something wrong with your ritual."

"Fool, that's his goal; he's Siphon our very essence."

"You despicable, shameless liar! You talked about mutual trust, but you broke your word. You're digging your own grave. Once you get what you want, you won't let it go."

"Mmm--!" The nightmare whose mouth was sealed shut.

The three nightmares felt their bodies gradually emptying and immediately panicked, sensing the approaching death.

They had originally thought that if Wu Heng's concealment ritual succeeded, they would forgive Wu Heng rude behavior.

At most afterward,

The only punishment is to imprison Wu Heng in the deepest part of the Dream Cage for a thousand years.

"I'm not lying to you, this is indeed a ritual to help you conceal yourself."

"However, you don't seem to like it very much. If you can tell me how to integrate ' Thought of Luo Laiye,' I can stop this ritual."

Even at this point, Wu Heng still refused to acknowledge that it was a sacrificial ritual.

"Then stop, don't inhale anymore." The nightmares were almost crying; their bodies had shrunk considerably.

"This ritual cannot be stopped unless you tell me. Otherwise, the one who drove you to this point, Kandaba Dream, will reap all the benefits."

"If you tell me, my greed will drive me to cause him trouble, as a way of avenging you. Would you want me as your comrade?"

Wu Heng deliberately repeated the words he had used to entice them, words that would align with their beliefs.

"A carrier and a door are needed."

"The stronger the carrier and the wider the door, the faster it can be integrated, just like the foundation and steel frame of a house. ' Thought of Luo Laiye ' is the universal material!"

"Door, carrier?" Wu Heng lay on the ground, a dagger stuck between his eyebrows, muttering like a corpse, pondering what to do.

"Stop the ceremony! We're doomed!" Nightmare urged urgently when she saw Wu Heng in a daze.

"Shut up, don't interrupt my thinking!" Wu Heng snapped at Nightmare, then continued pondering.

"Big brother, ask us if you don't understand anything. Don't try to figure it out yourself. We can answer it. Stop the ceremony immediately!"

"Oh, how do we obtain the door and the carrier?"

Seeing that Nightmare was so enthusiastic, Wu Heng asked the question that had been bothering him.

"For us Nightmares, our core is a vessel. Humans can use their bodies or treasures; anything that belongs to you will become yours once it's integrated."

"As for the portal, an ordinary wooden door will do, a thought will do, even a spacetime rift will do."

"The stronger the goal, the stronger the defense."

Upon hearing the explanation of the nightmare, Wu Heng suddenly understood. "I see, I get it now!"

"Stop the ceremony!"

"Shut up, you're interrupting my thoughts again." Wu Heng silenced the talking nightmare, his mouth shut. He had already gotten the information he wanted and didn't need to listen to their incessant chatter anymore.

"You damn liar, I'll kill you!" The last nightmare was silenced before it could even finish its sentence.

As the nightmare's body was covered in a thick purple liquid, it flowed upstream along the red rope and merged into Wu Heng's body.

The ceremony has now come to a complete end.

The three nightmares had long since lost their breath; only three dry, sack-like skins remained, dangling from the rope.

Their gray skulls had turned to ashes.

Wu Heng sat up straight, the white cloth covering him slipped off, he untied the rotten red rope on his hands, and put away the evil spirit sword that had been pushed out of his forehead.

After scanning the secret room, he sighed:

"It's finally over!"

"What a closely fought and exhilarating battle!"

As Wu Heng sensed his own abilities, he seemed to see the existence of two spaces: one was reality, and the other was a dream.

Originally, the Nightmare Clan did not have their own dreams.

However, Wu Heng is not Nightmare, so even after taking over Nightmare's abilities, he still possesses his own dream world, which is like his own domain.

In other words, if needed, Wu Heng could even summon his dreams into reality, weaving a magnificent illusion in reality that could become a reality.

At this point, he was an enhanced version of Freddy Krueger.

Moreover, and most importantly, the dream control ability derived from the nightmares has completely merged with the panic, as if they were originally one.

The newly generated power, tinged with a faint gray hue, was more agile in its use, and Wu Heng decided to call it ' Nightmare Power '.

Dreams act like a filter, purifying Wu Heng's fears and transforming them into a stronger force.

After confirming its own changes,

Wu Heng stepped forward, looked at the three remaining sock-like skins of the Nightmare, took out a pair of long-legged pliers, and picked them up.

He didn't touch it with his hand; after all, the nightmare was bizarre and impossible to guard against.

The thought just occurred to me.

Wu Heng took it into the cubic meter of space that the Lighthouse had given to the Tower Guardian.

He rarely used this space; it was too small to store living things. However, it was a good way to test certain life forms at certain times.

For example, if the molted skin of this nightmare still had consciousness, it would be absolutely impossible to collect it.

Seeing that the molted skin had been successfully stored in his spatial storage, Wu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the pliers on the ground, and began to communicate with Blake in his mind.

At the same time, he also sank into his own dream.

As soon as he entered the dream, Wu Heng instantly felt a compelling pull.

He realized this was Blake's ability; his dream-controlling power, now enhanced after absorbing Nightmare, far surpassed Jacob's initial superpowers.

Wu Heng could invade Blake's dream at any time if he wanted to, but he still obeyed the summons and was drawn into Blake's dream.

Wu Heng immediately noticed the plain stone blocks surrounded by believers and isolated by a transparent protective shield.

The large rock appears ordinary on the surface, but the fact that it's sunken into a corner of space proves that it's anything but ordinary.

Wu Heng was about to step forward.

"Stop!"

"Stand still and don't come any closer, or I'll banish you from my dream!"

Blake suddenly took two steps forward, holding the human head in his hand, and uttered a stern sound, while thick green mist, accompanied by green mucus, billowed from his pig nose.

Now that he has mastered his abilities, he no longer makes pig-like grunts when he speaks after transforming.

"Blake, what's wrong with you?"

Corey, who was standing to the side, suddenly turned his head and looked at Blake in shock. He didn't know what had happened. Blake had seemed perfectly normal when he was talking to him.

"Corey, haven't you seen it yet?!"

"Since Michael Myers helped me transform, he hasn't appeared again. During this dream war, Michael Myers only sent out a thought, and then there was no news of him."

"All contact and strategies are ordered by this Number One!"

"I originally thought Michael Myers would be busy fighting something like the one on the statue and wouldn't be able to get away."

"But even now, the spoils are being received by this Number 1, which makes me suspect that Michael Myers might be under his control."

"Bring Michael Myers out, and I'll give you the item; otherwise, I'll sink this stone into the endless darkness outside!"

"We never intended to leave this battle alive. Think it over carefully!"

Blake became more and more convinced that his guess was correct, because he couldn't think of any other reason why Michael Myers would remain silent.

Michael Myers had shown him great kindness, taught him skills, and even given him a second chance at life.

He would never tolerate Michael Myers being hurt by others.

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng's furrowed brows relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He had thought he had mistaken Blake for someone else, that Blake had been attracted by the spoils of war and had betrayed him.

He carefully observed Blake's face, his stubborn expression of desperation, and the clothes covered in injuries.

He glanced again at Corey, whose dagger had broken.

And behind them were the believers, many of them wounded and with their limbs misaligned, looking disheveled but still full of high spirits.

My heart suddenly awoke.

At some point, he came to regard these people as mere tools. After all, their lives, their power, their hearts were insignificant to him and could be rewritten at any time.

But those who are enslaved are merely numb puppets; these are living, breathing people who believe in themselves and fight for themselves.

They were willing to risk their lives for him simply because they suspected something had happened to him.

This gave Wu Heng a different feeling. Perhaps he should give them some rewards instead of just using them and bringing them death.

Before Wu Heng could speak, Corey, after hearing Blake's words, helplessly covered his forehead and said in a low voice:

"Foolish Blake, stop messing around!"

"Haven't you guessed it yet? Number 1 in front of you is none other than our Michael Myers!"

"Ah! How is this possible?... Really?!" Blake, who had been so aggressive, instantly deflated upon hearing Corey's words, his mouth agape as he stammered in confirmation.

"This, this... the height, build, temperament, and eyes are completely different from Michael Myers's."

As he spoke, Corey gestured anxiously in the air, using his right hand's pig's hoof as he spoke.

Wu Heng shook his head helplessly, took out Michael Myers's mask, put it on, and sent a thought to Blake.

"It really is Michael Myers!"

Blake's eyes suddenly felt a little wet. He had only seen Wu Heng once, but that one glance completely changed his life. He had always been thinking about Wu Heng and trying his best to do everything Wu Heng asked him to do, just to see Wu Heng again.

Unexpectedly, Wu Heng had been right beside him all along.

"Michael Myers!"

"Michael Myers!"

The two shouted in unison. Blake turned to look at Corey, his eyes filled with resentment, as if to say, "Michael Myers told you your identity, but you didn't tell me."

"I didn't tell him that Corey figured it out himself!" Wu Heng said with a smile.

"Um, I guessed it from the bottle Michael Myers was putting nutrient solution into inside the research institute."

"Since my strength has increased, I've also gained some fragmented memories of the time I was unconscious."

"I deduced it from Michael Myers's bottle, his movements, and the force he used."

Seeing the look of wanting to fight in Blake's eyes, Corey quickly explained.

"Fine, fine, so you mean you're better than me, that's why you were able to find it, right?" Blake retorted tauntingly.

"Alright, stop fooling around!"

"Can I go now?" Wu Heng said with a faint smile to Blake.

"Uh... oh... Michael Myers, you can do whatever you want!"

Blake hurriedly stepped aside, somewhat flustered, gesturing for the believers to make way, clearing the path to the stones; even his green pig face turned slightly pink.