Chapter 322 Welcome to Elm Street
After making his choice, Mo Cheng could feel a power based on fear and distortion being born in his body.
That is the fear of the goddess Nitasha born at midnight, that is the nightmare of the gods, that is...
...divine evil.
The evil spirits of gods, they have received twisted, strange and terrifying marks from the birth pains of gods, and are the products of divine power that should not have been born and were not foreseen by gods. They have power close to that of gods, and draw nourishment from pure hatred for their ancestors and all natural products.
This was a force that was completely inconsistent with the thunder from Zeus in the body. After all, although Zeus liked to be promiscuous and have all kinds of relationships with the opposite sex and the same sex in different forms, the one born from his bloodline was an undisputed demigod.
The most famous one is naturally the great hero, who later became the Hercules. No matter how many bloodlines Zeus left behind, one thing is certain: the bloodlines of the third generation of gods are stable and are all human-shaped orderly creatures.
But Atropos' power is different. It was born from fear and twisted nightmares. It is more like the offspring of Phorcys, the father of all monsters.
With a new skill, he naturally wanted to test its ability. Mo Cheng searched around and found a wolf.
I don't know what species it is, but there are indeed a lot of wolves in the wild. Mo Cheng reached out and gently tapped the wolf that was attracted by the noise at night and the slight smell of blood.
Then Mo Cheng felt some of the wolf's superficial thoughts, hunger, fear, and terror.
He could sense the wolf's thoughts.
[Nightmare] pulled the wolf into the dream. In the dream, Mo Cheng gave the wolf countless foods, making it the wolf king. The wolf population grew unlimitedly, and the entire earth became their hunting ground.
Then, he gave up control of the dream, and the wolf's dream began to develop in an extreme direction.
A group of bipedal creatures appeared, they captured and hunted wolves, and because of overhunting, there was no longer enough prey on the earth.
Driven by hunger, in order to survive, the wolves began to fight among themselves, killing and devouring each other. The already old wolf king was defeated by the challenger and did not even have the chance to become a lone wolf. He was bitten to death and eaten alive by the challenger.
At the same time, there were bite wounds on the wolf's body , as if a wild beast was biting it madly, tearing it apart and eating it.
The trauma suffered in the [nightmare] is fully manifested in the flesh.
"【Nightmare】 can control the content of dreams, but it is limited to what is consistent with the individual's memory and logic. I just tried to turn it into a human in the dream, but it didn't work."
A wolf has no way of understanding the feeling of becoming a human. Mo Cheng suspects that this is because the animal's thinking is too simple.
Even though he tried his best to create sweet dreams for it in the first half, the wolf's understanding of sweet dreams was nothing more than having endless food and becoming the wolf king.
Mo Cheng guessed that the more intelligent the species, the more effective [Nightmare] would be.
"It can create beautiful dreams, but that is to pave the way for the nightmares that follow. Tsk, this ability of giving sweetness before suffering."
[Nightmare] This skill is definitely not a dream maker. Its name says it all. No matter how Mo Cheng uses this skill to create beautiful dreams, it will eventually lead to the worst side.
"The damage sustained in the dream will be reflected in the body, but the upper limit of the damage is unknown."
The short experiment only allowed Mo Cheng to obtain this much information, but it was enough. Theoretically, Mo Cheng could use [Nightmare] to design an irresistible and absolutely terrible dream for others, so that everyone could experience the day when the clown was born.
All it takes is one bad day and anyone can become a clown.
However, Mo Cheng thought carefully about his own brain and knew that although his brain was clearer than those screenwriters who could write about a migrant worker in Beijing who earned 5,000 yuan a month but could afford to live in a 200-square-meter house with a closet full of bags, he was not able to make up a dream on the spot that would cause someone to suffer mental harm.
This skill can only be used as a control skill. The good thing about [Nightmare] is that if other people attack the individual possessed by the nightmare, they will be transferred into the nightmare, but if Mo Cheng himself attacks, the nightmare will not be transferred.
"etc."
Mo Cheng lowered his head and thought about something, "It can pull people into nightmares anytime and anywhere. The dreams are so real that it is hard to tell whether they are real or fake. The damage caused by the dreams will be reflected back to the body."
"I'm Freddy?!"
The Haunted House on Elm Street, the demon in dreams, the perverted killer who returned from hell to the world.
There are many words that can describe Freddy, but no matter how many words there are, it is difficult to fully describe the pervert who travels through dreams and specializes in torturing and killing children.
"Forget it, Freddy is Freddy."
It's a good skill, and although it requires some imagination, it's really useful.
Mo Cheng looked around and suddenly shouted at a certain place: "Please take Walkley's body back. Please tell Prince Charlie that the three [Heroes] were too strong and he couldn't hold back."
Under the effects of [Dark Night Hunter] and [Nightmare], Mo Cheng could feel the heartbeats and thinking lives around him. They were as clearly visible as fireflies in the night.
Just now, someone was lurking around. He was not an enemy, but a secret force of the royal family, responsible only to Queen Caroline.
The other party hid very well, his heartbeat was so slow that it was almost non-existent, and even his body temperature blended into the environment so that Mo Cheng didn't notice it.
But the other party's thinking is too active, and [Nightmare] likes this kind of intelligent and active thinking. They are the best material for nightmares.
After saying that, Mo Cheng turned and left. Killing Walkley and the other two seventh-level warriors was already quite generous of him, and he was not willing to do the job of carrying the corpses back.
As for why the people from the secret forces were here, Mo Cheng didn't even need to speculate too much.
Prince Charles certainly did not completely trust him. It was only natural to send a secret force as insurance when there was no possibility that he would fail in the mission.
After Mo Cheng left, a member of the secret force emerged from the shadows. He did not speak. After confirming that Mo Cheng had really left, he collected Walkley's body and the fragments of the other two strong men.
After erasing all traces of the battle on the scene and creating more misleading traces, he rushed back to Fairhaven.
But what he didn't realize was that on a big tree, Mo Cheng was quietly watching him clean up the whole process.
He pressed his left hand against his right hand, and finally suppressed his intention to use [Nightmare] on the other party.
Whenever he acquires a new skill, Mo Cheng always has the idea of using it on others.
