After a gust of cold wind, William clearly felt a malice descending upon the small park.
When this malice saw the soul released by Fischer, it didn't immediately rush up to swallow it, but vigilantly searched for danger or traps.
After waiting for a long time and not seeing Freddy take the bait, Fischer, who was afraid that his temperamental master, William, couldn't wait any longer, could only speak.
"Freddy, you trash, quickly come out and greet the great Fischer."
"Fischer?" Looking at the Tyrant Dog that spoke, Freddy was stunned, then he laughed.
After circling around Fischer and smelling the unique smell of sulfur of demons, Freddy revealed himself.
But before he could mock Fischer, William, who was invisible on the bench, snapped his fingers, and a mirror space instantly covered the entire small square.
Realizing that this was a trap, Freddy, who wanted to escape, not only did not escape, but also revealed his ghostly appearance full of burns with a thought from William.
"Welcome to my world, Freddy."
When William revealed himself, Freddy, who was looking for a way out, immediately changed his target, waving his metal claws and rushing over.
But with a thought from William, Freddy, who was running wildly, was horrified to find that no matter how he ran or how he turned, the space around him would retreat with his footsteps.
After confirming that he had entered a different space, Freddy began to fear.
Although he was a nightmare, and could scare everyone in Elm Street to the point that his name was taboo, Freddy was just a rookie when it came to an expert who could open up a different space.
Even in a dream, William, who was in a soul state, could also release holy light, and it would be too easy for him to drag Freddy back to hell.
The reason why William kicked Fischer away when he heard that Fischer wanted him to enter the dream to lure Freddy was that William didn't feel at ease letting the demon guard by his side.
William didn't have the mood to talk nonsense with a trash like Freddy, who wasn't even a mid-level demon. He used his mind to control Freddy, injected spatial energy into his demon soul, and then waved his hand to banish him back to hell.
In hell, Freddy's body had just accepted his demon soul when William, who had followed the spatial energy to find him, grabbed him and brought him back to the mirror space.
"Hahaha."
Seeing Freddy trembling in fear, Fischer, who had transformed into a Tyrant dog, circled around him a few times.
He mocked loudly, "Freddy, what kind of dog do you think you should become? Teddy? "
"Shut up, Fischer."
William waved his finger, and the complacent Fischer was sent flying by a hammer formed by his mind power, crashing straight into the barrier of the mirror space.
"My name is William Devonshire. Submit or die."
A ball of weak holy light instantly appeared in the mirror space. After Freddy and Fischer were illuminated by the holy light, their skin began to fester, and they roared in pain.
Fischer was a mid-level demon, and he had just received a soul gold coin from William.
He had hundreds of souls supporting him, so even though he was in great pain, he was much better off than Freddy.
Seeing himself being melted little by little, and Fischer swallowing souls from time to time, it was impossible for Freddy not to be jealous and hateful.
When he saw the soul gold coin in William's hand, he could feel the tyrannical and murderous aura of the hundreds of souls in the coin. Freddy, who was about to completely dissipate, hurriedly shouted,
"I submit, I submit."
"Ding …"
The soul gold coin in William's hand flew into Freddy's hand, and the holy light in the mirror space disappeared.
Freddy, who was holding the soul gold coin, greedily absorbed all the souls in it, and the injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, he made the same sound as when Fischer had absorbed so many souls for the first time.
Then, under Fischer's gloating gaze, Freddy was sent flying by William's kick.
Using another empty soul gold coin to collect Freddy's demon soul, William smiled at Fischer and said, "Teach Freddy what to pay attention to first, we'll set off in five minutes to find that bone devil."
"Understood, master."
William didn't care about what the two demons were talking about, he only saw a Tyrant Dog and a Bulldog standing beside him when they set off.
They brought the two mid-level dogs to the Midnight Bar in Manhattan, New York.
William, whose eyes flashed with holy light runes, looked at the card in front of him, then looked at the burly man guarding the door. When he found that he was a normal human, he smiled and said, "Parrot."
The gatekeeper immediately stepped aside.
Being stared at by a person with holy light in his eyes, as a Voodoo Apprentice, if not for the fact that he was also afraid of the owner of the Midnight Bar, he would have already fled far away.
When William entered the bar, the gatekeeper, who still had some conscience, took his phone and quickly left before calling the owner of the bar to remind him.
As soon as he entered the bar, the number of people was much less than what was said on Sunday, probably because of the incident on the first day.
Before William could speak, he saw a black man walk over with a serious face.
"William Devonshire?"
"Huala". Hearing the bar owner's words, the dark creatures in the bar, who were planning to watch the fun, were all frightened and sweating all over.
There were even a few werewolves and vampires who stood up in fright and fled into the bar.
"Quiet."
As soon as William's voice fell, everyone in the bar froze and couldn't make any sound.
"I'm looking for the Bone Devil who appeared here yesterday. Tell me where he is and I'll pretend that I didn't see you trash, how about it?"
After waiting for ten seconds, William, who knew that these people wouldn't answer, smiled and nudged Freddy. "It's your turn to work."
After saying that, William snapped his fingers and more than twenty dark creatures in the bar all fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Freddy, who had transformed into a bulldog, laughed gloomily and excitedly, entering the dreams of these dark creatures one by one.
A few seconds later, a werewolf whose soul had been devoured by Freddy drooped his head and silently stopped breathing.
William, who didn't care about this, sat at the bar and looked at the neatly arranged bottles of wine. It wasn't until he saw a bottle of McAllen whiskey in 1981 that he waved his hand in satisfaction.
He casually opened it, poured half a glass into a crystal glass, and drank by himself.
Freddy, who had descended in his true form, was able to deal with low-magic creatures such as werewolves and vampires, if they weren't projections, it would be a piece of cake.
William hadn't finished the wine in his glass yet. In the whole bar, except for the bar owner, who was pointed at by William, there was no one left.
The other dark creatures either stopped breathing, turned into ashes, or turned into a ball of flame and crashed into the ground, rolling back to hell.
"How is it?"
Freddy, who had eaten more than twenty souls or demonic spirits, pretended to burp, transformed back into a bulldog and jumped on the bar, sticking out his tongue and fawning.
"Found it."
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