Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Damn it, I won't help you. I would rather die again and go into hell." Eligo roared angrily.

Its body was against the corner, and it tried to curl up backwards, but unfortunately there was a wall behind it and it had nowhere to hide.

It only has a mouth that can speak.

Because the power of the dark ones outside has been disrupted, they have now lost the ability to resist.

Therefore, he pretended to be powerful and didn't want Ash to get close to him.

"Dude, don't do this." Ash stretched out his hands to signal him to be quiet, and kept moving closer.

But what he got was only Eligo's trembling.

"Wait, something seems to be wrong with you, are you out of strength now?" Ash's cautious steps suddenly stopped, and his waist, which was originally in a half-bent state to reduce his own threat, straightened instantly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you don't have the power? Why am I saying so much!"

Ash strode forward, picked up Eligo, and put the shoulder strap formed by his arms and spine on his back again.

The two reunited again.

Ash used the synchronized tactile consciousness and used Eligo's power again. Originally, it had the ability to resist, but unfortunately it was currently being interfered by the dark ones outside.

All he could do was continue to be at Ash's mercy.

Ash's pupils turned completely black, and the demon Eligo shed black tears again. His fanged mouth kept making tragic wailing sounds that made anyone cry.

In contrast to the two, Ash is like a bully who is bullying others.

Ash no longer cared about that.

The moment he connected the power, he mobilized Eligo's power of thought perception and control.

"You think I don't know what you are doing? I will curse you. I curse that you will never succeed." Eligo cried bitterly.

Its body kept shaking.

"Don't move. It makes me feel like I'm carrying a vibrator on my back." Ash pulled the spine strap.

Eligo whined and then stuck out his tongue.

pat!

It actually bit off its tongue and it fell to the ground.

Eligo uttered his last words from his mouth filled with black blood: "I curse you to be unable to recreate any events or people from the Middle Ages in your dreams, including any people related to me."

"Hahahaha, I dreamed that I laid down the final rules."

"Don't even think about summoning that medieval ancestor."

As he finished speaking, the snake-like tongue on the ground turned into a pool of thick black juice, bubbling and seeping into the entire dream.

Ash was just about to change his dream like before, recalling the scene when he and Gerald met in the Middle Ages, so as to find Gerald again, that is, the body possessed by Wu Heng in this world.

But after trying it, there was really no response.

Although he possesses the power to control dreams, with the added power of Eligo, he can make the images simulated in his dreams more concrete and closer to reality.

But there seems to be a barrier.

In response, Ash spat out two words: "Idiot!"

It seems that this guy has no idea that Gerard is not some native figure of the Middle Ages, although he is called the ancestor, the savior, the terminator of evil spirits, and the greatest exorcist by those people.

He was deified in that era and recorded in classics.

From a modern perspective, everyone would think that he was a secret figure of that era, because in the mysterious world, the inheritance is always inferior to the previous generation.

They will not continue to progress and develop like science and technology, but will run counter to science and technology. If science and technology are about seeking truth from facts, and if you believe in them, they exist, then they are illusory and will not exist if you do not believe in them.

The opposing relationship between the two.

Under human choice, science is the real truth for most humans.

Therefore, the decline of the mysterious heritage was also doomed.

"Do you think I can only recall things from the Middle Ages?"

"Stupid guy."

Ash began to recall the scene of his first encounter with Wu Heng on the way to the cabin because of the dead cow that had been disemboweled.

The surrounding dream gradually turned into the deserted road between Buffalo Trail and the forest.

The pieces of a cow's carcass that were scattered all over the ground gradually emerged, along with his beige car.

The last one is Wu Heng, who is wearing a windbreaker.

Seeing Wu Heng, who was tasting wine and eating barbecue, appear in front of him, Ash was excited but couldn't help but complain:
"Hey, hey, hey, you, as far as I remember, you were not wearing this at the time, right?"

"And you didn't have any oranges or barbecue at the time."

As Ash spoke, he controlled his dream and an empty wine glass appeared in his palm. He sat down next to Wu Heng in a familiar manner. There was no stool, so he sat on the ground without any hesitation.

"Here, give me a drink too."

Wu Heng smiled and poured him a glass of red wine, saying, "Really? I thought you were looking for me now, not the me in my memory."

"If that's the case, I'll go back."

"Hey, no, no, no!" Ash tried to stop him and stretched his hand into the air, trying to grab the corner of Wu Heng's clothes.

Seeing that Wu Heng had no intention of really leaving, he withdrew his hand awkwardly and took a sip, imitating Wu Heng's behavior.

"Strange, why doesn't it have any taste? It's not sweet at all. How is it different from boiled water?" He smacked his lips.

“This is your dream.”

"Things in dreams are of course tasteless to you." Wu Heng explained slowly.

"What about you? I see you're drinking with gusto?" Ash said speechlessly.

“Because to me, it’s real.”

Wu Heng was in a relaxed mood. Actually, there was nothing in this world that could bother him. It was a nice place to vacation.

"If you want to taste it, maybe you can take it back and you can taste it naturally then."

"The Canary Islands in the 16th century, worth a try."

"Then I have to take it back and try it." Ash restrained his smile upon hearing this, his expression gradually became serious, and he said solemnly: "It's a pity that this thing is a bit of a waste for me."

"Oh, why waste it?"

"Because I don't have enough space for its stomach and throat!" Ash smiled bitterly, spread his hands and made a gesture of showing his weakness. "Well, actually, I only have a head now, and there is nothing below the chin."

"Oh, that's indeed a waste." Wu Heng waved his hand, and the wine in his hand disappeared.

"Uh, is that it?"

"What else can I say? I can only say that you are quite extravagant."

"No kidding, I'm in big trouble and I need your help, Gerald." Ash felt his face getting hot when he said this. (End of this chapter)