Chapter 225: Crisis and Backhand
Dreams, as a special human brain activity, usually possess characteristics of being illogical, fragmented, and emotional.
Therefore, it is difficult for an untrained person to realize they are dreaming.
William was naturally no exception.
But due to special reasons, he clearly saw the connection between the two scenes in the dream.
And this kind of thing shouldn't exist originally.
Even every time, Freddy would proactively erase it.
But this time, this dream killer didn't realize he had failed.
So when William realized this, he immediately tried to create a "Strong urge to defecate" within his body.
After all, only he could perceive this; it wouldn't be discovered by the weirdo opposite.
And the result was exactly as expected—William could freely control it.
At the same time, this was also like piercing a layer of paper window.
It allowed him to regain rationality and thought in a bizarre, emotion-filled place.
Time returns to the present.
William specially pointed out the matter of "Dreaming," but Gail and the others didn't show any anomaly regarding this.
They even forgot the next second after he finished speaking, simultaneously focusing their attention on the weirdo again.
William guessed, maybe they hadn't met the same conditions as him.
And he also vaguely had a premonition that he hadn't fully awakened yet either.
For example, in his memory, his impression of this weirdo was only limited to the classroom.
Even William's other memories all started from there; anything further back was just a blur.
However, since the guy in front was the villain, taking him down definitely wouldn't be wrong.
Thinking of this, William threw the remaining poop men up again.
At this time, a "Sphere" floated in mid-air.
William decomposed the poop men, wrapping the weirdo up tightly.
Finally, he squeezed with one hand, making the sphere contract inward until it completely became a "Dot."
But obviously, that guy wasn't that easy to kill.
Almost at the same time, many holes suddenly cracked open on the ground.
Then several snake-like creatures drilled out from inside.
Their bodies were thick, and the surface was covered with scars caused by scorching.
But what people cared about most was the monsters' heads; there grew the same face as the weirdo, and they even wore a round-brimmed felt hat on their heads.
"Hehe, do you think you can defeat me in your dream."
The several monsters spoke at the same time.
William subconsciously rubbed his chin: "Not really, just surprised by your imagination for creativity."
He pointed to the monster's head as he spoke.
"You could have transformed into sharper mouthparts, but still kept the obvious characteristics of your main body. Don't you think it's superfluous?"
Unexpectedly, the weirdo snorted coldly after hearing this.
"Compared to a guy who first thinks of using excrement as a weapon when encountering danger, my aesthetics are definitely much better."
William was silent for the first time.
He chose to respond with action.
Several tentacles grew from the heads of the monsters present, then wrapped around their necks and tied a knot, immediately contracting inward constantly.
"Hehe, sure enough, your previous 'Goodwill' was also just a disguise. Humans have always been like this, able to kill others without hesitation for their own interests."
The monsters not only didn't feel pain but smiled sinisterly together instead.
William narrowed his eyes.
"It's undeniable that such people do exist in this world. But you came to this conclusion by threatening others' lives; could it be you can't beat those who truly hurt you?"
As soon as these words came out, the monsters erupted in ear-piercing roars.
"Shut up! You scum, I will go find them one day. That's right, just when the time is ripe."
William asked one more question—what is when the time is ripe?
But the other party didn't answer.
After this, the two sides engaged in several more rounds of fighting.
William quickly found out one thing—he couldn't be killed.
This weirdo seemed to have an immortal body; any physical means had no effect.
He also tried using "Consciousness" methods, such as hinting to himself to eliminate this monster.
But the more he thought so, the stronger the monster's sense of presence became.
Aside.
Gail, Henry, and the others huddled their bodies.
"I killed you... I have always been escaping."
"I didn't betray... I didn't report you! Please don't look at me like that!"
"Sorry... I'm really too stupid! This is all my fault."
Their faces were full of fear, desperately wanting to get away from the weirdo, but their legs seemed to disobey.
Clearly, their upper bodies exerted a lot of force, but their feet didn't move an inch.
Seeing this, William could only create some shields, barriers, and the like to protect their safety.
But he also realized this was nothing more than stalling for time.
The weirdo opposite was obviously still in the stage of "Playing with prey."
Once he lost patience, that time might be the death date for the few of them.
And this moment came faster than William imagined.
After blocking another attack, those monsters suddenly dived towards the ground.
Immediately after, those huge bodies actually all melted into the floor.
For a time, many "Faces" appeared on the ground.
Judging from the facial features and the iconic claw glove, it was obviously that weirdo.
"Hehe, you have nowhere to escape!"
The "Faces" on the ground constantly swam, converging towards the direction William stood.
The latter waved his hand, and a row of vacuum cleaners rushed up.
But this time, a "Face" actually broke through the defense line.
When Gail didn't notice, a sharp-bladed glove slowly stretched out from under her legs.
"Hehe, will her death make your heart ache?" The weirdo only spoke at this time.
As soon as his voice fell, the sharp blades slashed towards Gail without any hesitation.
But William had always been paying attention to the surrounding situation, so he noticed the anomaly immediately.
Just a thought flashed in his mind.
In the next moment, he appeared in front of Gail.
Smack!
William tightly grabbed that leather glove.
"Hehe, very fast reaction, but..."
Hearing the other party's sinister laugh, William thought oh no.
Then he found the grabbed glove had disappeared, and the sharp blades pierced fiercely into his heart.
"From the very beginning, my target was you."
Freddy's upper body condensed from the glove, face to face with William.
But soon, doubt flashed in his eyes.
And the expected scene of blood gushing did not appear.
"What's going on!"
His face turned gloomy.
At the same time, in the real world.
William lay on his side on the ground, sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, the clothes on his chest shattered.
Immediately after, the skin at his heart caved inward, seeming as if some invisible sharp weapon was stabbing towards here.
Only because the skin was tough enough, it couldn't pierce through for a while.
But in the next moment.
The surrounding holy artifacts emitted a faint white light, and the powerful force of the magic array enveloped William.
And the evil aura lingering on his head was purified little by little, and the shadows on the outer layer of his memory were also cleansed completely.
Suddenly, William clenched his fist.
Inside the church.
The sharp blades sank into the skin, but Freddy's eyes were even more doubtful.
He looked up but met a pair of calm eyes.
"Don't doubt it, you did stab me."
William spoke.
"Only under the effect of the 'Holy Art', this damage was transferred."
He stretched out his left hand as he spoke.
The skin on his palm almost caved in to an exaggerated extent, only a hairsbreadth away from being pierced through.
Holy Art? Transfer?
Freddy realized something.
But at this time William continued: "Finally, before the attack fully takes effect, return it to you."
As soon as his voice fell, his palm returned to normal.
At the same time, Freddy's face was directly poked rotten, bones and flesh squeezed to both sides.
But he completely didn't care, instead staring fiercely at the human in front of him.
"You regained your memory, how is this possible!"
But William didn't pay attention to the other party, instead conjuring several holy artifacts out of thin air.
Then he recited chapters of the Gospel in his mouth, and a burst of Holy Power emerged around.
Freddy looked disgusted and retreated far away.
And this Holy Power enveloped Gail and the others.
Soon the latter's eyes also regained clarity.
"Where is this? Wasn't I... making things with Mark..." Gail saw William not far away and then realized something.
"This is the dream world?"
William nodded: "Welcome back."
Gail quickly recalled the things that happened in the dream, including those body bags she saw in the restroom.
She also understood that she had already encountered life-and-death crises multiple times unconsciously.
She felt some lingering fear in her heart, looking at the priest beside her.
If not for his help, Gail would have died in the dream long ago.
"Father William, thank..."
William waved his hand: "We'll talk after going out."
Immediately after, he added: "Knight Henry, this time you shouldn't need to find the Principal to get your sword back, right?"
"Hmph, I said, if I meet this guy I will definitely beat him up hard."
Henry held a cross longsword with runes carved on the blade, walking to William's side.
"I... are you guys really people in my dream!"
Knight Pence also came up, carefully pinching Henry's nose.
"You guy!"
A scream quickly rang out in the air.
Gail took out a quill pen in her hand and also came to William's side.
"How did you get your memory back?" Her tone was curious.
After all, the monster's power was too strong; as a medium, the measures Gail had set up on her body in advance didn't work.
Henry also stopped his raised fist, his ears listening carefully.
William looked into the distance; Freddy was still wandering around, looking very vigilant.
So he spoke: "It should be said that I got my 'Consciousness' back."
"That guy just used our dreams and sealed the main part of our consciousness."
"And before entering the dream, I set up some measures in advance; looks like they just worked."
"So that's how it is." Gail nodded.
"Preparation before exorcism is indeed very important. If we had listened to your advice back then, maybe we wouldn't be so passive."
She deliberately raised her volume.
Henry turned his head, but didn't say anything.
But then he felt someone poke his stomach.
He looked down and met Pence's gaze, the latter even nodding solemnly.
"You guy!"
"I know I was wrong! Knight Henry!"
A moment later, Henry came in front of William.
He placed his left fist on his right chest, then bowed slightly.
But when he stood up, Henry added: "My gratitude to you is only personal and does not represent the position of the Lord Knights."
William nodded, not saying much.
"Where are the others?"
Gail looked around as she spoke.
"Not just them, those trapped school teachers and students are not here either." William said.
"Could it be they have already been killed?" Henry frowned slightly.
"The probability is relatively low." William said.
Hearing this, the three people present all looked at him.
"Before we woke up, that guy created a terrifying atmosphere more than once, trying to trap us, but didn't make a move on us."
William pointed into the distance.
"From this, it can be seen that it still has some other purposes. For example... for fear."
"For fear?"
The three looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt.
"In the Church's monster strength assessment, existences of the 'Supernatural Threat' level all possess certain special abilities, some of which can use 'Fear' to enhance their own power." William explained.
"So that's how it is." Gail's eyes lit up.
Henry frowned.
Although he didn't want to accept the Church's rhetoric about "Monsters," William's words indeed resolved the doubt in his heart.
Actually, this information didn't come from the Church; Freddy in the original work exactly relied on fear to become powerful.
"Since that's the case, as long as we have no fear in our hearts, we don't need to be afraid of him?" Henry gripped his longsword tightly again, his eyes becoming increasingly firm.
William shrugged.
Although he really wanted to answer "Yes," Freddy was known as immortal in dreams.
He was still pondering a way to purify the other party.
Perhaps having waited too long, Freddy in the distance finally started to act.
Immediately after, under William's gaze... he ran away.
William: ???
He watched helplessly as that leather glove flew into the distance, then escaped into the ground, disappearing in a few seconds.
Gail, Henry, and the other three were also stunned on the spot.
Just as everyone was puzzled, vibrations suddenly appeared around.
William narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the crucifix tightly in his hand.
In the next second.
Crash!
The glass on all four sides of the church was shattered, and seawater from the sky surged in from outside, instantly scattering the few people.
Amidst the chaos, William's embrace suddenly sank.
He hurriedly found a handhold to prevent the two from separating.
Immediately after, the top of the church also started to leak water.
With a crack, a massive amount of seawater smashed down again.
William could only pull the person in his arms and swim downwards.
But to his surprise, what was below was not the floor, but like an abyss with no bottom in sight.
At the same time, William also felt a heavy sleepiness.
"Again?"
Before he could react, he fell into a deep sleep once again.
"Phew!"
William opened his eyes suddenly.
"Where... am I?"
He closed his eyes and quickly searched his memory.
"School graduation ceremony, Freddy, dreams, flood..."
William's eyes gradually sobered up.
"So I returned to reality?"
He sized up the surroundings; this place seemed to be a park.
But soon William felt a burst of warmth.
At this time he was lying flat, and someone was lying on top of him.
At the same time, one of William's hands was tightly clasping a certain semicircular part of the other party.
Previously, in order not to let the other party be washed away, he subconsciously found a handy place.
"Mmh... real genuine material."
This thought couldn't help but pop into William's mind.
Just as he was about to get up, Gail woke up a step ahead.
"Ah!"
She looked panicked and scrambled off William.
"Uh... well... I can explain." William also stood up and rubbed his nose.
At this time, both of them were soaking wet.
And because Gail was wearing a long dress, her hot body curves were even more unobstructed at a glance.
She had already regained her composure, and couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing William's words.
"You won't win a girl's favor like this! At times like this, you should act as if nothing happened."
Gail reached out her hand as she spoke: "Now is the time for you to show your gentlemanly demeanor; can you lend me your black robe to wear."
Her eyes were full of pleading, looking pitiful.
"As a priest, I don't need a girl's favor."
William said this, but still took off the black robe.
"Thank you!" Gail's eyes instantly filled with a smile, gently bumping William with her shoulder.
A moment later, she draped the wet coat over herself.
But when she turned around, she found William wearing clean clothes.
"How... did you do that." She looked amazed.
"Just now to judge whether we were still in a dream, I tried changing clothes."
William raised his hand as he spoke.
"Looking at it now, we should still be in a dream."
Gail clenched her fists, "Why didn't you tell me just now."
William shrugged: "Who knows if that would make a girl lose favor."
Gail puffed her cheeks and took a deep breath, looking like a completely different person from her usual self.
"You!"
Before long, she also changed into clean clothes.
"Where are we?" Gail spoke up.
William pointed to the side, and saw a wooden sign there, which read—Springwood Town Park.
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