Building a Personal Hell (5K)

"Thought of Luo Laiye?"

Wu Heng walked slowly forward through the passage cleared by the believers, examining the stone before him.

He condensed his Spirit-Touch Power into an invisible arm and reached out to touch it.

But I didn't feel any feedback; it was as if it were just a cold, ordinary stone.

"Wait, what's with this sensation?!"

Wu Heng suddenly realized that the function of Spirit-Touch Power is microscopic observation, so how could it transmit this kind of tactile sensation? It was as if he was just looking at a stone with his eyes, without touching it with his hands, just by sight, yet he could feel its coldness Wako.

He glanced back at the believers and Blake's group, and said softly, "The war is over!"

"Everyone can go back and rest now."

"I'll handle the rest."

As Wu Heng spoke, he spread his Nightmare Power around himself, and his dream silently covered the area around the boulder.

Blake's dream was dispelled, creating a circular blank area.

Blake immediately sensed an irresistible force, as if it were a natural enemy specifically targeting his dreams. He originally thought that he had gained the ability to enter dreams and could restrict Number One's dreams, but he found that for Michael Myers, his dreams were like a thin sheet of paper.

"Luckily, number 1 is Michael Myers."

Blake suddenly felt a sense of relief. If his guess was true and Number 1 was the enemy, he couldn't even believe how he would fight back against such a force that restrained him.

At the same time, Blake also realized once again how powerful Wu Heng was.

Wherever the purple Nightmare Power passed, Blake's dreams crumbled like melting ice.

"Wow, that's amazing! No wonder he's Michael Myers!" Blake was filled with admiration.

Wu Heng did not harm Blake, but simply dispelled and purified Blake's current dream, which was tainted by the aura of 'stone', to prevent some unknown enemy from using it as a coordinate to track down Blake and the others.

This was a cleansing and protection for everyone; he was only able to do this after obtaining the power of the Nightmare.

In an instant, Wu Heng sent everyone, including Blake and Corey, back to reality.

Instead, his dreams replaced Blake, concealing the boulder that had fallen into his dreams.

Wu Heng immediately unleashed his power, setting up defensive measures around his dream world, and then focused his attention on the boulder in front of him.

"Door and carrier!"

"So, what will be used as the carrier?"

He looked down at his belongings and searched carefully inside the Life Box, but still couldn't find a suitable item.

After careful consideration, Wu Heng finally made up his mind.

He took out the evil spirit sword, cut open his chest, and took out the Life Box containing his heart.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from the open wound, as if it were solidified jelly, until the wound on the chest healed like worms, and only then did the gurgling sound of blood flowing through the blood vessels be heard.

"If that's all, we'll probably lack our own distinctive characteristics."

Wu Heng frowned and pondered for a moment. The essence of the Life Box belonged to the goddess's womb, and the goddess still existed in that Tumbbad world.

'Although my true form has long since overcome the fatal flaw of my heart and transformed into black mist, I have never dared to reveal it due to its fragility, and have instead kept it hidden within my Life Box.'

'But as things stand now, the quality of this Life Box isn't exactly a safe place. Perhaps we can rely on this stone to resolve the hidden dangers!'

"That's the decision!"

Wu Heng turned his gaze to the gray stone, and with a thought, a black wisp of smoke about a meter long emerged from his heart and merged into the surface of the Life Box.

Meanwhile, his body became sluggish.

Wu Heng possessed the Life Box, controlling his body to pick Life Box up and slowly place it on the stone.

A glint of bluish light flashed across the outer layer of the stone, its surface seemingly melting.

The Life Box, emanating black mist, slowly sank into the stone and disappeared.

"Pain!"

Wu Heng immediately felt as if his body was being sliced layer by layer, as if he were being cut into pieces and treated as a specimen.

"Painful yet comfortable!"

Gradually, he felt the pain lessen.

I don't know how much time passed, but the pain completely disappeared, leaving only a cold, relaxed feeling.

Wu Heng felt his mind was completely muddled, and countless Black Shadow and illusions appeared around him.

Strange, dark scenes, pagan figures, and bubbles that seemed like movie clips drifted around his body.

These images all exude a sense of madness and depression.

Gradually,

The scene distorted, revealing a strange beauty: the blood flowers blooming on the corpses were vibrant, and the white jade bed, polished from piles of bones, was clean and smooth.

The evil spirits covered their faces with their hands, kneeling on the ground and singing a long, deep hymn of praise to the eternal slumber of darkness. Warm blood from young girls filled tulip cups, emitting brilliant colors and a sweet aroma.

Everything seemed to be filled with comfort and pleasure.

"No!"

"Something's not right!"

Sitting in the room, Wu Heng put down his wine glass, crossed his hands, covered his forehead in pain, and pressed his thumbs to his temples, rubbing them repeatedly.

"Although my whole body was stained with blood, I never considered being stained with blood to be a pleasure."

"I loathe death, and I certainly don't like corpses."

"All the killing was just so that I could stay away from death and survive!"

"This kind of environment is definitely not the environment I like."

Wu Heng suddenly stood up, smashed the wine glass, overturned the table, kicked over the leather chair, and smashed the bone bed. He also threw the corpse flowerpot, which was covered with red flowers and emitted a strange fragrance, out the window.

Why am I here? What am I supposed to do?

Wu Heng felt a sharp pain in his brain, and he sensed as if there was a barrier separating him from something.

So he immediately focused his attention on the barrier in his memory.

I kept mentally assaulting this barrier, each attempt accompanied by a splitting headache.

Wu Heng ignored it all, continuing until after countless impacts.

Click--!

An invisible voice resounded deep within Wu Heng's mind. The barrier vanished, and millions of links, like stars in the sky, appeared in his mind.

It continuously transmits energy to Wu Heng.

"Fear? Nightmare Power!"

"I It Comes, I am Wu Heng, and I am inside that stone. I must merge with it!"

Wu Heng instantly regained his senses. With the help of the connection with the million Fear Worshippers, he regained his clarity, and his distorted thinking was corrected.

The emotional connection with millions of people is Wu Heng's greatest asset.

He turned his head and looked around. It seemed to be a house, and the four walls of the house, including the roof and the floor, looked as if they were made up of various tiny screens.

It contains all sorts of human fears.

Until these fears completely solidified into a face, a face wearing a white, empty mask, that was Wu Heng.

With the help of these fearful wills, Wu Heng felt a connection between himself and this place.

It seemed the stone had accepted him.

Looking at the eerie room filled with Michael Myers's masks, Wu Heng felt that something was missing.

It has all the furniture, beds, tables and chairs, but it's missing a door.

"A door! I need a door to get out!"

Wu Heng finally realized the problem, and he immediately It Comes something out of his personal space.

This was the 'door' he had planned long ago.

A crystal ball, sparkling clear, appeared in Wu Heng's palm.

Inside the crystal ball was a withered pine tree.

White snowflakes fell from the top, drifting inside the crystal ball, with the faint sound of wind and snow whistling through the air.

It was Wu Heng who brought out the ' Hell Portal - Ice Crystal Ball ' from the Cenobites World, spending 12,000 survival points.

It is the key to unlocking hell, a Gates of Hell.

If Wu Heng hadn't taken it away, the Hell Priest of Ice would have already tracked down Wu Heng's soul through the crystal ball and torn it apart.

Every cursed Cursed Disciple dies through various Box of Mourning is marked by a specific Box of Mourning, which is why Wu Heng was willing to spend a lot of survival points to take them away.

"If it can serve as the gate to hell, then there's no problem with using it as the gate to this stone of mine."

Wu Heng recalled what the Nightmare had said: the stronger the fusion gate, the stronger its defense.

Now, this crystal ball is the most powerful portal he possesses.

He gently placed the Ice Crystal Ball in his palm on the floor and took a small step back.

A vortex appeared on the floor, and the crystal ball slowly merged into it.

The entire room vanished instantly, Wu Heng suddenly realized that his perspective had changed; he was actually the room itself.

He saw in a void,

The room formed by his own body gradually condensed wisps of eerie blue light, within which wind and snow could be seen, and the wails of souls could be heard.

A sudden inspiration!

Using all his strength and drawing upon the newly accumulated Nightmare Power in his mind, Wu Heng conjured a pair of invisible giant hands on either side of the room where he was his true form.

These ethereal blue lights were gently manipulated by a large hand.

Gradually spreading and intertwining,

It forms a doorway with vines and flowers carved on both sides, and two evil dragons spiraling upwards, their heads meeting on the archway, scrutinizing the ancient stone doorway in the direction outside.

The stone gate carries an aura of intimidation, making people hesitate to approach.

Wu Heng also instantly felt a refreshing sense of comfort; these originally heavy and eerie walls seemed to have turned into soft snow.

His thoughts expanded infinitely, connecting with everything around him.

Suddenly,

Wu Heng found himself back in the room.

Now that this room has a door, let's go out!

As Wu Heng sent out his thoughts, the massive stone gate slowly opened, and he walked out gracefully and calmly.

The scene before my eyes changed immediately.

Wu Heng reappeared in his dream completely naked, his original body still standing there in a daze.

The giant rock in front of us has disappeared.

Wu Heng reached out and touched the body that had been there, and the body instantly disappeared from the spot, having been taken into his Life Box.

In his mind,

At this moment, a space appeared, and his own core essence was in the deepest part of that space.

This space was built using the Life Box and his own life as its foundation, and the origin of the Nightmare Realm as its material. Its shape and structure are entirely under Wu Heng's control.

Wu Heng divided it into three layers according to his own ideas.

The first level is still the storage space for the Life Box.

The second layer is a space derived from gold coins.

As for the third level, it is a prison that exists only in the mind. This prison cannot store material things, but as long as the supernatural is imprisoned in it, it will be permanently imprisoned and completely sink into its depths.

Prisons are ever-changing, capable of generating infinite Dream Space; without absolute power, it is impossible to break free of the cage.

Each time you break through one layer of the cage, countless more cages are immediately created, like an endless maze.

Most importantly, Wu Heng has already integrated himself into the prison; unless there is a way to instantly destroy it, he cannot be completely killed.

He built his own personal hell.

He is hell!

Wu Heng felt a significant increase in his sense of security. After becoming familiar with the changes in himself, he exited the dream.

In a real-life enclosed room,

Wu Heng glanced at the time and was surprised to find that seven days had already passed.

"I only felt like I had been merging for five minutes, but actually so much time has passed."

"Corey and the others must be getting impatient!"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Heng felt countless thoughts surge forth.

Among them were calls from Blake and Corey.

Because he was fusing with the stone at the time, he experienced immense pain and a seal on his consciousness, causing him to ignore this information.

Wu Heng immediately found the fear link between the two, and after connecting with it, his face turned completely gloomy.

Because something happened to them!

Seven days ago,

That is, when Blake and Corey, along with their followers, returned to reality, they discovered that the research institute inside Westin Hills had been attacked.

The enemy possesses formidable firepower, including tanks and armored vehicles.

The large amount of gunpowder and bombs completely collapsed the rock strata at the foot of the mountain, exposing the hidden research institute's exit.

The newcomer was highly trained and possessed supernatural abilities.

Even though Wu Heng had arranged for hundreds of Skin-Grafters to be specifically responsible for the security of the research institute, these people were also fully prepared.

Under bombing,

The Skin-Grafters were brutally blasted apart. Their still-wriggling, healing remains were picked up by a swarm of drones equipped with pliers and thrown into a specially modified shredder at the rear.

These shredders can not only crush any steel, but also have a cremation function similar to an incinerator.

Chunks of the live, fleshy Skin-Grafters grafts were pulverized and then burned into charcoal by the flames.

In the end, all that flowed out of the rear drain was a pile of powdery ash.

The ash was also put into a running concrete mixer, mixed with cement and lime, and then hauled away by trucks.

They used this method to kill each Skin-Grafters one by one.

Because the skin was shredded and burned, Jason Voorhees's skin on the Skin-Grafters was completely destroyed, eliminating any possibility of regeneration.

Under their well-organized attack,

The research institute's base was quickly breached, but fortunately Wu Heng sent Blake and Corey back to reality. When they awoke, they discovered that the invaders were about to arrive at the operating room.

We just finished a battle.

The believers who all underwent craniotomy

Before they could even celebrate their victory, another urgent battle ensued.

Corey immediately commanded the skin Skin-Grafters, whose skulls had already healed, to rise up in resistance.

This caused the enemy, who had almost seen victory, to put away their smiles.

In the dream, 372 followers who had merged with the consciousness of the Skin-Grafters died in battle. With their deaths in the dream, these followers, along with the Skin-Grafters they had merged with, also suffered complete brain death.

But the remaining 617 Skin-Grafters, upon regaining consciousness, immediately launched a counterattack.

The cramped mountain research facility deterred air raids and missile attacks, but the rocket launchers wielded by enemy soldiers still managed to harm the Skin-Grafters.

Both sides suffered heavy losses in the ensuing firefight.

Upon seeing this, Blake and Corey immediately transformed.

As the buzzing of flies began, Corey controlled them to kill some of the enemies. The remaining enemies seemed to receive an order and quickly retreated. Then, yellow poison gas flooded into the passage, killing all the flies.

The enemy, wearing a gas mask, reappeared.

Fortunately, the toxins were not particularly potent; they were fatal to flies, but to the believers, they only caused them dizziness and headaches.

Believers are just ordinary people.

Seeing that Corey's methods had been countered by the enemy, Blake immediately ordered Corey to lead the followers and some of the Skin-Grafters to evacuate through the hidden safe passage.

He then led his Skinner Legion to guard the entrance to the passage and launch a counterattack.

"Roar!"

Blake roared as he held the human head in his hand. This sonic attack was highly effective against ordinary people, especially in this cave-like passage. He cleared out the enemies in the passage almost instantly.

But when the next wave arrived, seeing the enemies entering the cave in special vehicles, it seemed these things could resist his sonic waves.

Blake simply opened his ferocious pig-like snout and spewed out a large amount of green poisonous mist. This amount, which he had accumulated over half a month, instantly filled the passage.

And they surged outwards.

The enemy's specially protected vehicles were corroded simply by being exposed to the green mist, resulting in the gruesome deaths of the enemies inside.

After repelling the enemy once again, Blake, who was about to retreat, twitched his ears and immediately ordered the Skin-Grafters to form a human wall.

With a loud explosion, the shockwave blasted cracks into the steel-reinforced walls.

"Bunker bomb!"

"The enemy has gone mad, actually using this weapon on United States soil."

"This isn't a matter of power, it's a matter of status and power. Ordinary people simply can't mobilize these. Blake, we need to get away immediately."

The combat assistant beside him, upon hearing the explosion, cried out urgently.

Upon hearing this, Blake realized the problem. He quickly called a Skin-Grafters to carry him on his back, leaving a hundred Skin-Grafters to cover their retreat. Then he led the group to retreat, with his assistant leading the way.

He immediately injected himself with the drug and fell asleep.

He has no way to fall asleep on his own and can only rely on medication.

Once inside the dream, Blake immediately called out in his mind, "Michael Myers, Michael Myers!"

However, Wu Heng had already entered a state of fusion and was completely unable to hear Blake's summons.

Even when Blake used his dream-entering ability to summon Wu Heng, there was no response. It was as if Wu Heng didn't exist at all; there was no target for the summoning, nor any resistance to the summoning.

Blake, having failed to call for reinforcements, suddenly smelled a pungent odor, waking him from his dream.

This was something he had arranged in advance, having his assistant wake him up within three minutes.

The assistant capped the smelling salts in his hand and asked anxiously, "How's it going? Have you found Michael Myers yet?"

"Michael Myers is probably busy finishing up things, we can't get in touch with him right now, we need to hold on for the time being." Blake shook his head slightly.