American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 246 Iron Head Baby

Aren't these the same cultists who brainwashed Carrie in her dream?
Roy had a sudden inspiration, thinking that he might be able to find Carrie, who had been missing, through these people, so he equipped the Ghost Face Mask in his inventory.

After these cultists landed, they carried a blonde woman on their backs and various other odds and ends in their hands.

"Hans, is it safe?"

"Of course! I saw that guy leave in a speedboat!"

"Very good, then let's begin the ceremony!"

As they spoke, the cultists began drawing magic circles on the ground, using the blood of some kind of creature, most likely human blood.

Upon seeing the blonde woman, Roy was certain that the golden goat he had dreamt of at home was definitely a twisted human being; such a vicious cultist would never use any other material to draw.

The magic circle was quickly drawn, and the cultists then placed something resembling incense around it.

Afterwards, two people were left to stand at a distance and watch, while the rest sat cross-legged around the magic circle, seemingly about to enter a dream.

Roy thought for a moment and realized that he might be able to enter Carrie's dream through the dreams of these cultists.

So Roy sat cross-legged in the bushes and began to drift off to sleep.

These cultists needed to set up arrays and burn incense to enter other people's dreams, but Roy didn't need to at all; he directly invaded the cultists' dreams using his Nightmare ability.

The environment was exactly the same as in reality, except that the sky and the full moon were blood-red, and there was almost no difference in other aspects.

“Bishop, Carrie seems to have become very resistant lately.”

"I think someone must have done something to her, maybe it was that bitch."

The man called the bishop was furious. He was almost done brainwashing Carrie, at which point he would be able to completely control a powerful demon child.

But recently, for some reason, Carrie has suddenly become very resistant to dreams, making the recent brainwashing rituals very troublesome each time.

"Then what should we do?"

The bishop pondered for a moment.

"We have to speed things up! Carrie has arrived at the cult, and if we don't control her soon, she might fall under that woman's control! We have no other choice now!"

From this, it seems that Carrie has fallen into the hands of the Samael cult.

However, this Samael cult seems to have multiple factions. The bishop is from one faction, and the "bastard woman" he speaks of seems to be from another.

Carrie seems to be in the hands of the wretched woman the bishop spoke of.

That's not surprising. As mentioned before, Samael and Mammon have been the most active in causing trouble on Earth in recent years, so their cults are also the largest.

It's perfectly normal for factions to emerge once an organization grows in size. Roy was more interested in where Carrie was now, and whether she was near Crystal Lake.

A dozen or so cultists began chanting some kind of incantation, and soon Carrie appeared in the dream.

Carrie looked around in a daze, then clutched her head and started screaming.

"It's you again! Let me leave!"

The bishop pulled out a strange snake-shaped dagger and walked towards Carrie.

"Carrie, you should accept your fate! There's no point in resisting!"

Carrie retreated step by step, her face filled with fear. It was clear from her appearance that she had rebelled against the bishop but failed.

It's not that they're incredibly powerful in reality, but they can exert the same strength in dreams.

How much power you can exert in a dream depends on your understanding of the dream and your personal willpower.

Carrie's will was mostly weak, and she knew very little about dreams, so she was controlled by these cultists for a long time.

Even after Roy's reminder and Carrie became more aware and cautious in the dream, she was still forced to undergo rituals by these people.

However, the resistance made the ritual less effective, which is why the bishop and his men became anxious.

"Don't come any closer! I don't want to accept this fate. I want Madison, Zoe, Maria, Emma, ​​and Roy! Let me go! I want to go home!"

Carrie knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. She had already given up on life, which was why she lived like a walking corpse every day.

But during her solitary confinement that day, Carrie experienced the joy of friendship for the first time in a long time. The Apocalypse Society was like the sun illuminating her life, allowing her to rediscover the beauty of life.

Therefore, when faced with the invincible Ophelia, Carrie chose to stand up and buy time for the others; she truly considered the other little witches of the Apocalypse as friends.

Unfortunately, these cultists who worship the Wrathful King are all heartless; they have no compassion for Carrie's suffering.

"It's no use, Carrie! The only thing you can do is accept your fate. Maybe that will make you feel better! Hahaha..."

The bishop quickly approached Carrie, raising the snake-shaped dagger in his hand, seemingly about to stab Carrie's body.

Just then, the bishop suddenly felt a strange tremor in the dream, and when he turned around, he saw a huge figure appear on the island.

The bishop dropped his serpentine dagger to the ground, for the figure in the distance was none other than the wrathful king he worshipped.

(A rough depiction of Samael, the King of Wrath)
Samael was originally an angry angel from Heaven, a general under Lucifer, the second-in-command of Heaven, who commanded a powerful angelic legion and was responsible for some cruel destructive missions.

In the course of carrying out these missions, Samael became increasingly cold-blooded, eventually losing all reverence for life and arbitrarily taking away any life he saw.

When God discovered this, He commanded Lucifer to bring Samael back to Heaven for judgment.

During the trial, Samael showed no remorse, so God ordered that his four pairs of angel wings be cut off, leaving him with only one pair, and that he be cast into hell.

The blood flowing from the angel's wings stained Samael's body and his only remaining pair of wings, so Samael was also known as the Bloodwing Angel.

However, Lucifer and Samael were good friends, so he pleaded with God.

So God promised that if Samael could repent of his sins, he would allow Samael to return to Heaven.

Unfortunately, Samael never repented in hell. That's just how stubborn he was; otherwise, Roy wouldn't have called him a combination of brainlessness and unhappiness.

After a great upheaval in Hell, Samael was corrupted by the power of Hell and completely fell into demonhood, never to return to Heaven again.

But it doesn't matter, Samael's good friend Lucifer soon fell into hell to join him.

Now, what the cultists see before them is the image of Samael after he has been corrupted by the power of hell.

Its body, which was once similar to that of a human, has become hunched and twisted, and the pair of blood-red wings on its back have lost their feathers, leaving only a skeleton.

His face was pale and covered with wrinkles, and two curved, sharp corners even grew out of where his eyes were, making him look very strange.

Below his neck were four angry-looking human heads, none of which had eyes.

Overall, he's like a monster straight out of a nightmare. Actually, the ex-husband was probably quite handsome; after all, Lilith is a sucker for good looks, and if he wasn't, she might not have fallen for Samael.

But now that Samael's image has changed like this, it's no wonder that Lilith has no feelings left for the King of Wrath.

Although Samael, now the King of Wrath, should be even more powerful.

The dozen or so cult members were so frightened that they immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Although these people worship the King of Wrath, there are probably very few true fanatics; most of them are just after the power of the devil.

The current situation is somewhat like Lord Ye's love of dragons: they keep chanting the title of Samael, but the actual appearance of Samael would scare them to death.

Finally, it was the bishop who spoke, his voice trembling.

"Oh, great wrathful king, the greatest lord of hell! Why do you descend upon my dream?"

"Because I need a few loyal servants to go to hell to serve me. Who among you is willing to offer your soul and come with me to hell?"

Upon hearing this, the cult members immediately panicked.

Unless life is unbearable, who would want to go to hell, that godforsaken place?
Isn't it good to live a life of luxury on Earth by using your cult affiliation?

So, the group started to shirk responsibility.

One person said that person was the most loyal, another said that person was a saint; no one wanted to be led to hell by Samael, including the bishop.

"Enough! I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense! I only need five souls, do you understand what I mean?"

The bishop instantly understood Samael's meaning; otherwise, how could he have become a bishop? This ability to understand the emperor's intentions is not something everyone can learn.

Suddenly, the bishop gripped a snake-shaped dagger and plunged it into the chest of a cultist beside him. The cultist didn't even have time to react before he coughed up blood and lost consciousness.

In a normal dream, being killed at most means waking up. But this dream is special; it lies between fantasy and reality, and those who die here will truly die.

So the golden goat or blonde woman that Roy saw killed earlier was actually sacrificed by these cultists.

"Great King of Wrath, I humbly offer you the soul of a faithful follower!"

Seeing the bishop's behavior, the other cult members all began to imitate him, pulling out daggers and stabbing those around them.

Unfortunately, the bishop's successful sneak attack alerted the other cultists, and as a result, instead of just four more deaths, only three people remained, including the bishop, after a fierce battle.

In order to complete the brainwashing ritual, there were originally 13 cult members here, which means that 10 people died in the fight just now. This performance has doubled.

"Hahaha...Very good! But you all have to die!"

As he spoke, the enormous, enraged king suddenly raised his fist and smashed it down on the cultists on the ground. Two cultists were instantly smashed into mincemeat, but the bishop reacted very quickly and scrambled away.

"No! You are not the King of Wrath! You are an imposter!"

The bishop was trembling with rage; he had realized he had been tricked.

It's no wonder the bishop didn't notice at first; after all, who would have thought someone would enter another person's dream and impersonate the Great Demon King?

The possibility of this seems even lower than the possibility of the Demon King actually descending into one's dream, right?

"Bingo! Too bad there's no prize!"

Roy threw another punch at the bishop, but the bishop had already left the dream and returned to reality.

"He actually got away!"

Roy, who had reverted to human form, was somewhat displeased at failing to eliminate the bishop in one fell swoop. However, the more pressing matter now was to find out where Carrie was, as the dream seemed to be becoming somewhat unstable.

Roy didn't want to suffer a severe emotional blow like last time.

"Carrie, where are you right now? The others and I are very worried about you!"

Carrie was still staring blankly at Roy, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Are you really Roy?"

"Of course I'm Roy! Do you remember? I warned you in the dream last time not to dream too easily!"

These words convinced Carrie that the Roy in front of her was real, and not someone else in disguise.

"I... I don't know where I am! That day, I was chased by FEA helicopters all the way into the forest, and a witch named Wendy saved me. But I was too badly injured at the time and quickly passed out. When I woke up, I found myself in a city filled with mist and ashes floating everywhere."

Wait, a city shrouded in mist, with ashes drifting everywhere?
Why does this place sound so familiar?
Just as Roy was about to ask Carrie for more details, he realized that the dream had begun to collapse, and there was no time to ask for more.

"Carrie, does the place you're in turn turn into darkness every now and then, and then a lot of monsters appear?"

Carrie looked at Roy in surprise.

"How did you know?"

"Don't worry about the details! Carrie, I have a pretty good idea where you are. You have to hold on and wait for me to come and rescue you! Remember, it's best not to dream lately!"

Roy didn't know if the bishop had any other tricks up his sleeve, and it would be best if Carrie wasn't dreaming.

Carrie nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with hope.

The collapse had become very serious by then, so Roy quickly opened a door and pushed Carrie inside to help her leave the dream.

"Carrie, remember what I said!"

"I will!"

Finally, by opening another door, they successfully escaped the collapsing dream and returned to reality through their own dream.

Although a long time passed in the dream, only a short while passed in reality.

The two cult members who were keeping watch in the distance suddenly noticed that the cult members who had entered the dream were all slumped to the ground, something that had never happened before.

However, the two dared not approach the magic circle, fearing they would be forcibly dragged into the dream, which would be extremely dangerous.

Only when the bishop opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood, signifying that the spell had been dispelled, did the two dare to approach the magic circle.

"Bishop, what happened?"

The bishop, having forcibly dispelled the spell by himself, had already suffered considerable backlash. He was in no mood to explain; he just wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

"Quickly, take me away from this island!"

(End of this chapter)