Chapter 228: Freddy's Collapse
"The Savior is... Freddy?"
Everyone who had just been severely beaten by the monster stood blankly on the spot.
"Father William..." Gail's eyes flashed with doubt, guessing his true purpose.
"Hey, you Church guys are really some lunatics." Henry spat out a mouthful of bloody water and said.
"Ah... isn't that guy the Savior?" Pence looked bewildered.
"Knight Pence, was your brain beaten into your ass!!" Henry roared.
"Hey, although we are in a dream, the dream you are having is too outrageous!" Winona said, clutching the bump on her head.
"I actually believed you would have a way."
"It seems the matter of uniting all parties must be put on hold; I have to prepare that incantation in advance, just in case." Lombane thought inwardly.
"This guy ignores his superiors, is full of lies, and is utterly crazy; I must submit a report to the Vatican!" Wilton stared viciously at the figure not far away.
"Father William... what exactly are you trying to do." Betty's eyes were full of worry.
Although she had experienced the Memorial Day incident together with William, she also couldn't quite understand it at this moment.
But the most shocked of all was Freddy.
This master of the dream world, terminator of children and teenagers, the terrifying legend of Elm Street, pioneer of anti-fatigue, and sales representative of refreshing and brain-stimulating drugs.
He had roamed the killer industry for decades, feeding on fear and finding pleasure in blood.
In which dream did those "Prey" not flee in panic?
Even if a small number of humans tried to resist, like that guy named Nancy back then.
But ultimately, it was still Freddy who returned from the dream again.
These humans had never defeated him.
Under these circumstances, this priest in front of him actually called him a Savior?
Hmph!
Just like that beaten witch said, such a thing was too absurd even in a dream!
"If you have other tricks, you'd better use them quickly; I have no patience." Freddy's eyes turned cold.
But William calmly stepped aside.
Just as Freddy showed doubt, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Mr. Freddy! Please save my daughter!"
The mother and daughter who were forcefully poured Holy Water by William the previous day walked out of the crowd.
Due to excessive anxiety, this mother was already very weak.
After her, more people stepped forward.
"Mr. Freddy, the Church's belief has corrupted me, please purify them!"
"I drank a lot of Holy Water! I must be polluted; please have pity on me!"
Freddy: ???
He flashed his sharp blades demonstratively: "Get lost! You bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered! Look clearly at who I am!"
"Have you forgotten the nightmare of this face!"
Freddy lifted his round-brimmed felt hat, revealing his ugly and ferocious face.
Then he pulled the hem of his clothes, emphasizing the red and green striped sweater he was wearing.
"That's right! It's these!"
"The features that can be seen everywhere in Elm Street!"
"He is definitely the Savior; those things in the town were hints!"
The people became even more excited, surging toward Freddy together.
"Damn humans, don't hug my thighs!"
"Stay away, the word 'Purification' is simply an insult to my killing career!"
"This is a claw glove for killing; don't stick your face on it, this intimate look really makes me sick."
At this time, Freddy was covered with people, making him unable to move at all.
Some individuals even rubbed their snot on this murderer's sweater.
For the first time in his life, Freddy felt an emotion called "Despair."
These humans were clearly very afraid of him not long ago, but at this moment they seemed to be brainwashed.
Betty, Gail, and the others watching from the side were speechless again.
Obviously, what was happening at this moment exceeded the scope of their understanding.
"Is this... the power of believing in the Lord? No wonder those powerful witches in history were expelled." Winona shook her head.
But doubt flashed in Wilton's eyes.
He thought inwardly: "Is this the true power of the Lord? Then what is the Bible I studied before?"
On the other side.
Freddy's patience finally reached its limit.
His hand wearing the sharp-bladed claw glove broke free from the crowd, then tightly grabbed a man's head.
"No prey has ever dared to let me get this close." He smiled sinisterly.
In the next moment, the sharp blades contracted inward.
But Freddy revealed a doubtful look.
The expected bloody scene did not appear.
That sharp blade that had tasted countless blood actually bent on the man's head like plastic foam at this moment.
"Oh! Mr. Freddy stroked my hair, is this salvation?" The man shouted excitedly.
These words made more people fanatical; Freddy just felt his body was about to be squashed.
But he was even more shocked by what had just happened.
"Haven't you realized it yet?"
At this time, William suddenly spoke up.
He stared calmly at this murderer: "You've become weaker."
Seeing the other party still doubtful, William continued to explain:
"Exhausting all your strength, you could only free one hand from the crowd, and the blades also lost their sharpness."
"For these people, the emotion of 'Fear' you created is dissipating."
"And this is exactly the source of your power."
The noise of the crowd seemed to become distant.
Freddy stared intently at William, saying word by word: "This! Is! Im! Possi! Ble!"
"Nothing is impossible."
William walked towards Freddy as he spoke, the people around him fearfully hiding behind him.
"From our first confrontation, I was very curious. When attacking opponents, you would rather sacrifice a certain degree of power to retain your classic image features."
"If this isn't stupidity, then naturally there are other purposes."
"And the 'Freddy signs' seen everywhere in Springwood gave me a guess."
William stomped on the "Freddy manhole cover" beneath his feet as he spoke.
"In the dream world, your power is hard to rival, but you only made those people fear you."
"Even for uninvited guests like us, you didn't kill us all, but just constantly reinforced your 'Terrifying' image."
"From this, it can be seen that the matter of 'Us generating fear' is very important to you."
"But it's not that you won't kill people."
"Before coming in, I read the investigation report. Over the past three days, a trapped person would die every once in a while."
"Therefore, I had a bold idea. Your power comes from fear, and the total amount of fear each soul can generate is limited. Therefore, when that person has no utilization value, that is their time of death."
Hearing this, Freddy's expression had already changed.
Henry, Wilton, and the others revealed strange looks; everyone recalled what happened previously and thought of a lot in an instant.
William smiled slightly.
"Making the Church the target of everyone's beating, this move indeed looks clever. If some stupid Holy Clergy Members encountered it, they might really fall into your trap."
Wilton frowned; he always felt this remark sounded like it was talking about him.
William continued: "But this also created a crack in your 'Fear Dominance'."
"After all, two hostile lords cannot exist on one piece of land at the same time."
"So... that's why you did those things in the square." Freddy said viciously.
"Correct!"
William clapped his hands.
"Thanks to your help, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make those people generate hatred towards the Church so quickly."
Betty's eyes were bright, finally understanding Father William's plan.
Freddy's face was gloomy; he couldn't accept this rhetoric.
"Impossible! Even if they generate hatred towards the Church, those stupid humans wouldn't proactively approach me!"
"How exactly did you do it? Dream creation?"
"Well... who knows." William touched his nose.
Freddy was right; just relying on verbal threats could at most create a second terrifying image in those people's hearts.
And the reason why William could achieve this was exactly relying on [Messenger of Sins].
At the moment when people's emotions were the strongest, he stole the seed of fear planted by Freddy and replaced it with the image of the Church. Therefore, the situation was completely reversed at this moment, and Freddy's proactive appearance deepened this impression even more.
At the same time, William also "Saw" some new things.
At this moment, his two eyes had completely different visions.
His left eye was still looking at Freddy.
But his right eye existed from a top-down perspective.
Within the field of vision, there were many scene curtains, just like movie introduction cards.
Whenever William rested his gaze on them, those curtains would display some scenes.
Bloody, massacre, pursuit.
These seemed to be the records of Freddy's past killings.
William quickly noticed a curtain at the very source.
It recorded the story of a woman.
December, Springwood, Hathaway Psychiatric Hospital.
Nun Amanda Krueger, commissioned by the Church, came here for a routine community visit.
This was a building holding over a hundred felons and psychiatric patients.
But there were only two guards to maintain order.
And Nun Amanda, without any protection, walked into the building alone.
At first, the visiting work went relatively smoothly.
Although there were many malicious gazes around, due to the guard standing on the stairs and the "Truth" (gun) in his hand, the prisoners at the scene were very "Well-behaved."
An hour later, Nun Amanda finished communicating with the prisoners.
But the guard keeping watch at the sentry post suddenly had an urgent matter; he turned, opened the cell door, left, and locked it tight.
Nun Amanda struggled to shout, but her voice was drowned out by the noise of the prisoners.
When the light at the exit disappeared, she realized her situation.
Greedy gazes rested on her again, and then pairs of hands slowly reached out towards her.
Ultimately, the nun's screams were also drowned out in the noise.
The following year, September.
Nun Amanda gave birth to a baby boy in a hospital in Springwood.
Out of consideration for the Church's dignity and the trauma the incident caused her.
The nun chose to leave the baby boy in a local orphanage.
Seven years later, June.
"Freddy, we won't play with you. Your father is a psycho and a criminal; you are the son of the devil!"
"Freddy! You can't eat more than your share of food! The orphanage is not yours alone!"
Fourteen years after the psychiatric hospital incident, November.
"Recently, multiple arson incidents have occurred in Springwood, suspected to be deliberate arson. The local police department has launched an investigation; residents, please pay attention..."
"A large number of dead animals appeared around Springwood Elementary School, with multiple knife marks on the surface of the corpses. The police suspect it's a human-made crime. Local parents have complained multiple times, and currently, the elementary school has suspended classes..."
"Evening News. In a local orphanage, Freddy Krueger was sent to juvenile detention for the fifth time due to violent behavior. The Dean stated..."
Thirty-five years after the incident, May.
"The twelfth child disappearance case occurred in Springwood. The state police have issued an order that the real culprit must be caught within three days..."
"...The suspect is suspected to be boiler room worker Freddy Krueger. Eyewitnesses claim to have seen the victimized children alone with Mr. Krueger..."
"Due to insufficient evidence, the lawsuit filed by the police department against Mr. Krueger could not be filed, and the court acquitted him, arousing strong dissatisfaction from the community..."
"...The Church issued an obituary; Nun Amanda hanged herself in the psychiatric hospital where she was humiliated..."
"...Freddy Krueger was found dead in the boiler room, his corpse severely burned on the surface. The police stated there are no suspect clues at the scene..."
It seemed this dream world recorded Freddy's past.
William narrowed his eyes; this was somewhat different from the original work he knew, but it was still a social tragedy.
The tragedy of the psychiatric hospital led to the birth of a miserable child.
And the subsequent human apathy fostered Freddy's cruelty and anti-social personality.
"In a sense, the people of North America really need the freedom of 'Abortion'." William shook his head helplessly.
But the part about the psychiatric hospital aroused his suspicion.
With only two guards and one nun, the former could actually forget the latter's existence and leave her inside the psychiatric hospital.
If excluding the premise that these two guards were idiots, there might be other conspiracies involved.
But Freddy's dream world didn't record it.
Besides these existing curtains, there were three separate ones vertically overlapping in the air.
"Multi-layered dreams." William raised an eyebrow.
If a single dream scene was seen as a three-dimensional world.
Then at this moment, he possessed a higher-dimensional vision, able to freely browse through all the dream contexts Freddy had created in the past.
William realized he might have acquired some higher-level authority.
And this was very likely because Freddy's "Fear" power was weakened.
"So that's how it is."
He traced back to the topmost dream world; the scene inside was very familiar—a school building, William, Gail, and the others drowsy in the classroom.
This was exactly the hunting ground Freddy created for William and the others.
Only the latter played the role of prey.
And the few people losing their normal cognition was also Freddy's "Masterpiece."
Just as William guessed, only in this way could it arouse the fear in their hearts.
And the middle layer was a small town.
But at this moment, the scene inside was very blurry, seeming as if it would disappear in the next second.
And the bottom layer was a boiler room, and William also saw a familiar face—Mark.
However, at this time, the other party was covered in wounds, his expression extremely terrified, seeming to be chased by something.
William enlarged the perspective with his mind and quickly saw what terrified Mark.
Round-brimmed felt hat, sharp-bladed claw glove, red and green striped sweater.
There was actually another Freddy here!
But soon a strange look flashed in William's eyes.
He saw this Freddy surrounded by an incredibly dense evil! It had almost materialized.
Compared to him, the one in front of William was simply like a "Freddy Middle School Graduate."
"So the main body is here," he thought inwardly.
At this time, the Freddy in front of him spoke again: "Don't think you..."
"Let's end the idle chatter here." William interrupted the other party rudely.
Since he knew the location of the main body, he didn't plan to waste time here anymore.
So William took out a crucifix and slowly walked towards the other party.
"No... no! You can't kill me!"
Fear finally showed on Freddy's face.
His body also shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the appearance of an old man in a few seconds.
"Cough... cough, I... am the master of the dream world, you can't control my dream!"
Freddy tremblingly raised his hand, pointing at William and saying.
The latter raised the crucifix, and a bright light flashed at the end.
"Don't... we can negotiate!"
Freddy's body shriveled again, unable to even remain standing.
But the sound of something breaking through the air rang out.
"How... could you... attack an old man!"
Freddy widened his eyes, looking at the crucifix nailed into his chest.
A moment later, he turned into a puddle of corrosive foam.
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