No wonder he is so manic when he hides here and becomes an emperor.

Fernan looked to the other side, where two guards who couldn't see clearly were dragging a woman who looked exactly the same as He Min from the crowd and dragged her to William Huang.

"Bitch! All deserve to die!"

A gun suddenly appeared in Huang William's hand, and he directly shot He Min's head.

Seeing all this, Fernan shook his head.

The desire for revenge is so strong, no wonder his cursor is so red!

Forget it, don't waste time, just solve it.

Fernan stepped into the hall and came to William Huang in one step.

When William Huang saw Fernan who suddenly appeared in front of him, a hatred expression suddenly appeared on his face.

This is his subconscious mind, and he will not have any disguise or cover-up operations, and his emotions are the most direct.

"Damn it!"

William Huang raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger at Fernan in front of him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bullets whizzed out, but this time, none of them hit Fernan.

Fernan didn't move with his hands behind his back, but the bullets were suspended in front of him.

Although this is William Huang's subconscious dream, he does not know how to control the dream and fight back. Fernan is mentally aware and unintentional, and his mentality and spirit are far stronger than him, so he naturally cannot hurt Fernan.

After emptying the bullets in the magazine, Huang William looked at Fernan, who was unscathed, and became even more furious. He threw away the pistol, snatched a knife from the guards beside him, and slashed at Fernan's head.

Still no action, but after William Huang's knife came to a three-inch position above his head, he stopped and could no longer fall.

William Huang's face turned red, but he could not shake the long knife in his hand.

"Stubborn!"

Fei Nan snorted, his eyes narrowed, and the long sword above his head shattered, turning into pieces, collapsing and instantly piercing the heads of dozens of guards.

Plop!

Plop!

The guards lay silently on the ground, but no one paid attention to them. The rest of the guards drew their weapons and looked at Fernan.

People of all kinds of people lined up still worked diligently and played the role of being judged.

"ah!"

William Huang's cry resounded throughout the hall, his hands were blown into pieces by the broken hilt, and blood fountains surged.

He supported the ground with his two elbows, crawled back desperately, shouting in horror: "Kill him! Kill him!"

The guards raised their weapons and rushed towards Fenan.

The huge door panel behind the hall was pushed open, and several teams of guards wearing British lobster uniforms held spears and walked out, stood in several rows, aimed at Fernam, and started shooting continuously.

Fei Nan thought and looked at the foot of his face. A complex iron box made of red and metal appeared in front of him, but when he raised his foot to step on it, he stepped on it in a blank space, as if he was stepping on a phantom.

Raising his eyebrows, he realized that unknown things could not appear in other people's dreams.

Just like William Huang had never seen a blue elephant and never thought about this thing, then this thing would not appear in his subconscious dream.

After thinking about it, Fernan looked at his right hand and a heavy machine gun appeared in his hand.

The ground under his feet began to rise and turned into a huge ammunition box, from which the chain of ammunition extended and penetrated into the machine gun in his hand.

In William Huang's horrified gaze, Fernan pulled the trigger, and the bullet rushed out of the muzzle like a burning line of fire.

He turned the muzzle, and the bullet turned into a fire whip, instantly breaking the guards who rushed to the front in half, smashing them into two halves.

The people in the long queue were not frightened or shouting, they just watched the scene quietly.

After turning the gun and knocking the lobster soldiers into pieces, Fernan threw away the machine gun and walked towards William Huang.

He was leaning on the throne, looking at Fernan in horror, as if he was looking at a Prison Blood Demon God.

"Don't kill me!"

His eyes were filled with fear, and he could feel that the pure murderous intent from Fernan was approaching step by step as he was about to get closer.

After strode to him, Fernan grabbed him, pressed him in front of a guard who was broken into two pieces, and shouted coldly: "Look clearly, who is he?"

The guards did not have blood flowed out, their facial armor fell off, and everyone had William Huang's face.

William Huang looked at the crowd not far away in horror. The people waiting for trial also raised their faces, looking terrified. Each of them was William Huang, with the same expression as William Huang.

"Everyone you judge is yourself!"

Fernan shouted loudly: "You are the one who deserves to be judged the most!"

With his voice, all the William Huang who were waiting for trial also spoke, pointed at William Huang and shouted: "You deserve the most!"

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, and William Huang let out a ghost howl that looked like a human, and crawled towards the throne behind him.

However, the throne began to extend countless steps upwards, and no matter how he climbed, he could not climb the top.

The hall began to collapse, the ground began to fall, leaving only the dark throne in the center and William Huang who was climbing up desperately.

Fernan stepped on the void and stared at him silently.

William Huang was out of breath and his movements were getting slower and slower.

He longed to look at the throne above, but the seemingly limited but actually infinite ladder formed a natural barrier that prevented him from returning.

He looked down and saw that the original ground of the hall had completely collapsed, and below was a dark and bottomless abyss leading to an unknown place.

Apart from the walls and pillars around the hall, only the ground where the throne under him was located, located on a stone pillar extending to the abyss.

Rumble!

With a tremor, the stone pillar began to fall downwards, along with the throne.

The exhausted William Huang was extremely panicked and tried his best to climb up, but he could not rise at all.

"No! No!"

He shouted in despair and could only watch as he and the throne fell into the endless abyss.

The circle of William Huang who were being tried appeared above the abyss, looking down at him who had fallen into the abyss expressionlessly, and shouted in his mouth: "You deserve the most! You deserve the most!"

William Huang crawled on the stairs, stopped climbing, muttering to himself: "I deserve the most, I deserve the most..."

Then, he started to cry as if he had agreed to this sentence.

"I deserve the most! I deserve the most!"

He looked at the light above the abyss in despair until he fell into darkness.

...

In reality, Fernan gently moved his finger away and quietly stared at William Huang.

The psychological hint has been planted, and next it depends on William Huang himself.

He held the gun blankly, his eyes empty, but then he shivered and came back to his senses.

Seeing Fernan in front of him and the pistol in his hand, he screamed in shock and let go and threw away the gun.

"Oh! I deserve to die the most! I deserve to die the most!"

He suddenly started to scream, slapped his head and face desperately, crying and laughing, like a madman.

"I deserve the most! I deserve the most!"

He yelled, suddenly turned around and ran downstairs, staggered, rolled down the stairs, and fell to his head and blood.
Chapter completed!