Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 705 - Generation after generation endless and

Chapter 705: Generation after generation, endless and inexhaustible. Chapter 705: Generation after generation, endless and inexhaustible. Mercer was in agony.

“Why am I so unlucky? I hadn’t encountered any danger just now, all I did was say one thing, how did I end up trapped in this damned place!”

Indeed…

Ever since Mercer had secretly rejoiced, thinking that the Voodoo Cult wasn’t dangerous and that he would definitely get the stele easily, he discovered…

He could hardly move.

He was trapped in a corridor, no matter how he walked, he simply couldn’t get out.

To make matters worse, Mercer had entered through a dream.

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His power was suppressed, making it difficult to unleash.

“Damn it!”

Mercer cursed, lifting his head to look around. The corridor was dark and deep, with no end in sight. Turning back, the rear was identical to the front.

There was no difference at all.

“I must do something, or else, perhaps I’ll die here.”

Although Mercer’s strength was weak within the Vanity Sect, it didn’t mean he was brainless.

At once.

Mercer hesitated for a moment, then touched his face.

But what he felt was that mask.

Once the mask is put on, it cannot be taken off—it’s no joke. Even in his dream, his image was forever masked.

The next second.

The mask emitted a terrifying chill.

As if something inside had been awakened.

Vague shadows flickered in and out of existence over his body. Mercer’s eyes brightened, and he turned his head to slam into the wall of the corridor.

“It’s here.”

Then, his figure merged into it.

However, the very next second.

After Mercer passed through the wall of the corridor, he immediately felt a sense of weightlessness, and the ground beneath him disappeared.

Whoosh…

The sound of the wind howled.

Mercer’s eyes widened: “Fuck!”

He was falling rapidly, while everything around him was pitch black, and at the very bottom, he could see flames soaring into the sky along with many buildings and a large banyan tree.

Fear is a human instinct.

And most fear comes unexpectedly.

Mercer had never imagined that after passing through the wall, he would fall down. This drop of several hundred meters, if he were in his flesh body, would definitely smash him into mincemeat.

Although he was in a dream,

somehow, Mercer had an extreme sense of panic in his heart, feeling that if he fell, he would definitely die.

“No! I am a member of the Vanity Sect, how could I possibly die in such a ridiculous way, I don’t believe it.”

Mercer roared to encourage himself.

At the same time, he tried to change things.

Thankfully this was a dream, where Mercer’s power could affect the speed of his fall, but he still couldn’t control himself to stop.

“I probably won’t die.”

Mercer consoled himself.

However, as he was about to crash into the group of buildings ablaze with ferocious fire, the sight he caught a glimpse of in the corner of his eye made his scalp tingle.

Beneath him, the flames surged upwards, forming a line of text.

[Welcome to Elm Street]

In the midst of the flames, a blazing banyan tree was present, and a devil with a green-striped sweater, his body burnt by the flames, his right hand resembling steel claws, stood below, silently giving him a sinister smile.

Mercer turned pale with shock: “Elm Street, Freddy? Why are you here?”

In the past, Mercer had traded with the Voodoo Cult to summon Elm Street, while he played the Lullaby himself.

He knew of Freddy’s terror.

If it were the outside world, Mercer could easily devour Freddy, but this was the bizarre realm of the Voodoo Cult, and anything could happen.

Below.

Freddy watched Mercer with a bizarre gaze, its empty, lifeless eyes betraying an evil hue.

“This Mercer, really courting death, has always been against the Devil Master and has offended that devil time and again. Now, he’s finally fallen into the hands of me, Freddy, the servant of the devils.”

“Wait and see, if I don’t torture you into mental breakdown, then I don’t deserve to mix with Du the Devil’s ranks,” Freddy thought to himself with a sinister smile.

“Heh heh heh…”

Just then.

At that moment, Mercer also fell down.

He gritted his teeth and let out a roar, swooping toward Freddy in mid-air.

He was confident that he could handle Freddy.

After all, it was all a dream.

But as soon as he landed.

The scenery around him changed again.

Narrow, enclosed.

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It felt like Mercer had hit some kind of iron plate; he was in severe pain, and everything before him went dark, as if he were trapped in some cramped space.

He struggled with all his might, feeling the surroundings, “Am I in a coffin?”

As he was thinking.

Suddenly, the darkness above dissipated.

Freddy’s grotesque and terrifying face appeared before him.

“Welcome to Freddy’s world, good kid. Scream for me; it makes me even more excited.”

With a sneer, Mercer tried to get up, “The one who should be screaming is you, you damned bastard.”

“Ah, just a futile struggle.” But Freddy took out a big bucket, with sparkles of fire inside, looking like molten iron or lava.

Under Mercer’s horrified gaze, Freddy poured it right over him.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!”

The wretched scream echoed immediately as the molten iron covered Mercer’s entire lower body, causing him to lose consciousness on the spot.

To make matters worse, his upper body stood up but he couldn’t move at all.

At this point, Freddy was still sneering, grabbing Mercer’s chin with one hand, while the other, like an iron claw, scratched at his chest.

“Struggling is pointless. The more you struggle, the more excited I get.”

Splat…

The claws pierced through the chest.

“Look, this is your heart.”

…

Outside.

Lord Ferren, along with Brand and Gascogne, looked on with extremely strange expressions.

In front of them, Mercer’s body, since entering the dream, lay on the ground, twitching as if suffering from an ailment, with blisters from burns on his lower body.

“What kind of hell is inside the Voodoo Cult? Though Mercer’s power is mediocre, he shouldn’t have been taken down so easily.”

“He will die in there.”

“What do we do? If he dies, it will be our turn to go in, and we won’t fare much better.”

“Let’s think of another way. We should be grateful that Mercer went in instead of us. Otherwise, to die such a suffocating death… it’s really too frustrating.”

…

Inside the Voodoo Cult.

Freddy was still torturing Mercer.

The passage of time in the dream was barely noticeable, but Freddy had already used many torture methods on Mercer.

Even the birth-giving package of Lock Ghost Puton was applied to Mercer.

Tsk…

Such a terrible nightmare.

Inside a delivery room, Mercer appeared in the form of a man, having already given birth to three children, all of whom looked exactly like him.

He had completely broken down, his mind in a daze, instinctively he yelled at the nurse, “Let me die, just let me die.”

But the nurse took off her mask, revealing Freddy’s dreadful face.

It sneered and said, “Die? No, no, no, Mr. Mercer, you won’t die. You will keep giving birth, generation after generation, forever and ever.”

Upon hearing this, even though Mercer was mentally shattered, he was scared into immediate unconsciousness.

And at that moment.

Freddy heard Du Wei’s voice: “I’m done here, throw him through that door, let him take the Stele with him.”