Chapter 293 Facing Fear

With the help of the 'paper man substitute', Xifa appeared in a corner of the hall, next to the golden platform. But at this time, the entire hall was filled with dark purple flames, but Xifa had already prepared countermeasures. As soon as he appeared, he immediately spread his hands and released a ball of orange-red flames.

They spread out, repelling Ziyan, and making a safe space for Xifa.

"I do not know who you are."

"I don't know how you learned about my past. What I can tell you is that I made the change through my own efforts. It has nothing to do with anyone, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Also, I can't agree with you about the understanding of flames."

"We are not the flame itself, let alone the disaster itself."

"We are the arsonists, the ones who manipulate the flames, and the ones who bring disasters. When we use the power of flames, we also have to bear the price that comes with it and bear the guilt of spreading disasters."

"Instead, push everything to the flame. Arsonists should not be dominated by the flame, but should dominate the flame!"

"The flame is the mount and the subjects."

"And we should be its masters, its kings!"

Xifa felt the surge of spirituality and the reduction of the potion residue, as if he agreed with Xifa's understanding. The flames in the hall, whether it was Xifa's own orange flame or Lu's strange purple flame, they began to surround Xifa. Hovering up, like subjects surrounding their own king, bowing down to worship.

Sifa raised his hand.

The two flames of orange red and dark purple whizzed and swirled, and merged into a new color above Xifa's head.

Crimson!

A crimson fireball gradually grew, and flames of two colors, orange red and dark purple, revolved around it, and continuously poured into it, becoming the 'nutrient' for growing it.

Holding up the crimson fireball, which was surrounded by corona-like rays of light, Xifa leaned back slightly, and then pushed the fireball vigorously towards the man who looked exactly like him.

Like a scorching sun slowly slanting down, it was still in the air, a bunch of crimson flames rose from Lu's trousers, and the indescribable high temperature gradually set the man's body on fire.

In the crimson flame, he even smiled.

"The flame is the subject, and the flame is the mount?"

"You really gave me a little surprise."

"Forget it this time, but we will meet Li Zexi again."

"When we meet next time, the two of us, who will be the mount and who will be the king?"

"I'm looking forward to it, hahahahaha"

Amidst the maniacal laughter, that figure was completely submerged in the crimson, and then, raging flames rushed in!

His whole body shook, and Xifa found himself lying on the cold ground. He looked around, the hall was still the same hall, and there was no sign of 'Lu' at all.

"Is it a dream?"

"I had a nightmare?"

Xifa looked around and saw that Bishop Miller and others were also lying on the ground, and everyone had different expressions. Hana called her companion's name from time to time, and everyone seemed to be in a dream.

Moreover, judging from their expressions, it was definitely not a pleasant dream.

At this time, Bishop Miller yelled and jumped up. His pupils were still dilated, and he was panting sharply, as if waking up from a nightmare.

It took more than ten seconds for Bishop Miller's pupils to return to normal, and his breathing tended to be balanced. He glanced at Xifa: "Are we the only two awake?"

Xifa nodded and said, "Bishop, what are we?"

"We should be hypnotized and the dreams modified."

Bishop Miller wiped his sweat and said: "I dreamed that an evil spirit that was exterminated once came back and became stronger. It controlled my friends and relatives and cruelly let them use various methods in front of me. Die in this posture, it tortured me time and time again, but I persisted and destroyed it."

"So I guess that what we dream should be the deepest fear in our hearts. Yes, I also have fears and weaknesses. But this time, it was presented to me in a nearly real state."

fear?

inner fear?

What am I afraid of is the 'road'? Did that man really exist?

Xifa couldn't help but fell into deep thought, but at this moment he heard Bishop Miller exclaim: "No."

boom!

The rough gunshots sounded, and Sifa suddenly turned around, saw the body of the bearded Sclev fell to the ground, saw him holding his modified rifle upside down, and saw that the part below his nose disappeared.

Screve committed suicide?

Was he affected by the dream?

Xifa hurriedly shouted: "We have to wake up the others!"

Bishop Miller smiled wryly and said: "Based on my experience, they cannot be awakened by external forces. Only when they can face their own fears and finally overcome their fears can they wake up on their own. Otherwise."

Otherwise, what happened to Sclev was their end.

"Scared me!"

The little adventurer Green who was lying next to him jumped up, touched his face and nose, then heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Xifa and the two with some shame and said: "You won't believe what I dreamed, I dreamed My grandma is gone."

"She was a tall, scary old woman. She would slap me in the face with a cane. She was my nightmare as a child. I dreamed of her again. Fortunately, I have grown up and I don't have to be afraid anymore. her."

What a lucky guy.

Sifa shook his head and laughed.

Green accidentally saw Screve's body, and ran behind Sifa in fright: "What happened to him? He committed suicide? Why did he commit suicide?"

Xifa glanced at him and said, "If you are still afraid of your old grandma in your dreams, then you will be like him."

Green couldn't help shivering.

Next, some people woke up and some died. When Hana woke up crying, there were already four corpses in the hall.

"I killed Jorick and the others, they turned into monsters, and they wanted me to turn into a monster too, so I could only kill them, my best friend." Hana covered her mouth and cried bitterly.

"Sometimes, death is undoubtedly a kind of redemption for people who have become monsters." Bishop Miller comforted the girl with a low but gentle voice.

Roldo looked at his two team members who had committed suicide in their dreams, and then looked at the only coffin left on the golden platform, and he strode away obviously suppressing his anger.

He held the long spiritual blade tightly, and seemed to want to split that coffin open!

Boom!

Suddenly, a huge knock sounded from the golden coffin, and the coffin lid even shook for a while.

Boom boom boom!

The knocks sounded like a shower, one after another, the coffin shook non-stop, and the coffin lid came out and propped up the surrounding iron chains. Inside the coffin, Sifa saw a pale, slender arm that clearly belonged to a woman protruding from it.

That palm was holding the coffin lid, and five long black nails scraped across the coffin lid, making a piercing sound like sharp objects scraping glass.