Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 29: Matthew, You Failed the Semitic Language Again
"a ha ha ha!"

"brush!"

Freddy laughed strangely, swung his iron claws, and cut off two of his fingers.

Then he cut open the stomach, revealing the rotten internal organs.

Matthew was unfazed by this.

"Is this low-level fear really useless to you?"

Freddy seemed to feel no pain at all, and touched his chin with his clawed hand, speaking expectantly.

“You are indeed a brave soul. I can’t wait to see you fall into fear.

Matthew's eyes narrowed.

Freddy has the ability to manipulate dreams and turn people's fear of him into power.

The more scared you feel in the dream, the stronger Freddy's power will be.

In the end, you can even project dreams into reality.

Fear is not necessarily about ghosts or harm;

Some fears arise completely subconsciously.

For example, people with gigantic fear would be afraid of big sand dollars, ahem, not really.

For example, if someone with trypophobia sees hundreds of densely packed small holes on his arms.

It would be scarier than seeing a ghost.

Of course, this depends on the situation. If the ground were covered with gold bricks, it would be a different story.

Until now, Matthew was not quite sure what the fear in his heart was.

Black long straight hair Sadako schoolmate? Royal sister Hachishaku Lady?

When he encountered that thing, he would only think about how to use it.

But before he could think about it for too long, Freddy quickly gave him the answer.

A tall figure in a white windbreaker slowly walked out from the other side.

The round-framed glasses on his face reflected the firelight, making it difficult to see his eyes.

"Matthew, have you finished your ancient Semitic homework?"

The corners of the figure's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a row of creepy white teeth.

It was him!

Matthew's expression froze and he swallowed subconsciously.

"It's finished, Father Anderson."

"Oh, really? Then let me test you. I don't want to be called to school again because you failed the Semitic language test."

Father Anderson's smile widened.

But before he could speak.

"puff!"

Freddy suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Ahahaha, Matthew, what do I see? Your inner fear is actually doing homework?

A man who can even exorcise demons is actually afraid of doing homework?

Are you afraid of this unshaven, useless middle-aged man?

Killing me! "

You'll stop laughing soon! Semitic languages ​​are really hard, aren't they?

Matthew looked at him expressionlessly.

He had killed countless evil spirits and demons in the world of the Royal Anglican Knights, so he was not afraid of them.

But the one who taught him how to kill evil spirits was the sharpest sword of God in front of him, Angel Dust, the epitome of violent aesthetics, the executioner who pursued extermination of demons, the Paladin, Gunsword Priest Anderson!

As the glory of the church, the biggest stain in Father Anderson's life was that he was called to the school because Matthew failed the Semitic language test.

So for a period of time, in order to avoid being called to school as a parent, he gave Matthew "special training".

That was a memory that I couldn't bear to look back on.

Later in the special training, Matthew not only improved his Semitic language grades from "D" to "A".

His combat effectiveness also soared to a level comparable to that of the official priests of the Thirteenth Department of Traitors.

When you think about it this way, it makes sense for Freddy to create Anderson.

However, he should not be afraid of the test now that he speaks Semitic, but Freddy may not be.

Moreover, Father Anderson never allowed any living non-human creature to stand in his presence.

Compared to supervising Matthew's studies, eradicating heresy is the most important thing.

Sure enough, when he heard Freddy's voice, Father Anderson slowly turned his head, sniffed, and the light in his round-framed eyes became brighter.

"I seem to smell the breath of a monster. Is this a nightmare?"

"Haha, monster? You could say that. What do you want, old man?"

"Boom!" Freddy suddenly flew backwards like a cannonball.

Two sharp muskets pierced his shoulders, pinning him firmly to the wall.

The gun sword engraved with runes emitted a faint light, burning the wound and emitting a large amount of thick smoke.

"How can it be!"

Freddy screamed in disbelief.

"How could you possibly hurt me here!"

"Hahaha, your screams are so pleasant to the ears."

Father Anderson laughed and walked towards Freddy step by step.

"It's been a while since I last hunted monsters. It's a pity you're too weak. I don't feel any enjoyment at all."

After that, the sword flashed and Freddy's head and body were separated.

The gun sword turned into a flash of light and disappeared. The man clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.

However, a few seconds later, Freddy came out from behind the coal stove again.

The treacherous eyes stared fiercely at the man in front of him.

"Asshole, you dare to do this to Uncle Freddy? Uncle Freddy is angry!"

"Oh? It can actually regenerate? That's great!"

Anderson's eyes lit up, and more than a dozen gun swords shot out, directly piercing Freddy into a hedgehog.

"Asshole, I'm immortal!"

"Amen!"

Freddy was cut into three pieces.

"Wait a minute, I speak Semitic, I can"

"Heretics are not qualified to learn, Amen!"

Freddy was torn into pieces by five horses.

"Amen!"

"Amen!"

After being killed countless times, when his body turned into meat paste again, Freddy disappeared from the room.

Never appeared again.

The surrounding machines shook slightly, becoming more and more illusory.

Freddy, scared.

"Want to run?"

Father Anderson sneered.

Countless Bible pages suddenly flew out from under the windbreaker and instantly covered the entire factory.

The holy light illuminated the room like daylight.

The illusory environment suddenly became solid.

The next moment, a figure with iron claws appeared tremblingly.

"The moon is so round today, monster."

"Matthew, don't go too far. I was about to let you go!"

Freddy collapsed and yelled.

The intense fear quickly weakened his strength.

He never dreamed that he, who always tortured and killed others in his dreams, would one day be tortured and killed by others?

Besides, isn’t this bastard the embodiment of the fear in Matthew’s heart? Why attack him!

Matthew, who was standing by, was helplessly caught in the crossfire.

He just recalled the memory of Father Anderson slaughtering the dark creatures several times.

For example, purification, genocide, etc., it is obvious that nothing has been done.

And the reason why the holy power can cause harm to Freddy.

Matthew guessed that the reason for his appearance was that he had sold his soul to the devil.

Anything related to demons, divine power is useful, if it doesn't work it's just not strong enough.

"Asshole, you forced me to do this!"

Seeing that Matthew didn't say anything, Freddy became even angrier.

"Master, please grant me more power! I want you to see the fear that reaches deep into your soul!"

An evil force with a smell of sulfur surged out from the ground, forming a bald old man wearing a priest's uniform.

"Matthew, you failed your ancient Semitic language test again. Call Father Anderson."

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