The Death Knell

"Ouch!"

Doctor Strange finally opened his mouth, but a long tentacle protruded from his mouth, which should be a mutated tongue. This tongue was not under his own control, so he could only howl like a beast.

As his tongue danced wildly, a kind of light red mucus was thrown everywhere, and a light rain seemed to fall on Wade's head.

"Who understands this?! And why are you so juicy?! Hmph!"

Deadpool threw the box under the creaking nest to the ground, looking like he was "bored to death", and stamped his foot.

Strange was also very straightforward and started to cast spells with his hands. However, unlike most Doctor Strange in the parallel world, he was using the abilities given by the Polygon.

He planned to put his mind into Deadpool's head.

After all, he has felt that the other person's body is full of cancer cells, and he has met the conditions for receiving 'love'. Then he must start to change the mind of this strange deadpool, so that he can become his own and connected with everyone's lives. .

So transforming your thinking becomes the key.

The spell he used is one of the typical abilities of the old rulers. It can also be called "dreaming". He can directly communicate with certain individuals in the spiritual world, giving enlightenment and care.

Once the Sorcerer Supreme, the crazy Doctor Strange had a spellcasting ability far beyond that of others. He was able to use this level of magic. As for the price, the gods who love the people of the world will naturally bear it.

After a series of hundreds of hand seals, he found that Deadpool even took out a piece of wool and played with the rope imitating his own hand seals.

"Keep going, don't stop. Now I'm a little doubtful whether you are a mage or a ninja. I have never seen a mage make such long seals, and his fingers are so flexible. Ten seals per second? Show off the afterimage? I understand. , your fingers and tongue are so flexible, you should be very comfortable serving Lord Marvell, right? Haha, I understand, I understand everything."

Even through the mask, the corners of Deadpool's mouth with a lewd smile were clearly curved.

"Ouch!!!"

The angry Doctor Strange activated his magic, and both of them stood still.

Abandoning his physical body, Strange entered Deadpool's spiritual world. He connected his spirit with the other person in order to achieve the goal of transforming the other person's mind.

We are not enemies, but fellow human beings, compatriots who should share the love of polygons. Our flesh and blood are the same, and our souls are the same. The common ground makes it possible for human beings to truly 'unite' together.

However, after entering Deadpool's spiritual world, Strange discovered that he had made a mistake.

Unlike most people whose spiritual world is their daily life, Deadpool's mind is actually a weird amusement park.

Many child versions of Deadpool are playing here, laughing, having fun, and using various sexually suggestive rides.

For example, there are Tintin-shaped pirate ships, Ferris wheels with Naiko-like outlines, large vibrator-shaped bumper cars, and so on.

If these were still acceptable, the next moment, Doctor Strange's mind was filled with fear.

In Deadpool's spiritual world, it turns out that there are four extremely terrifying beings, located in the southeast, northwest, and four corners of this boundless paradise.

Three of them were faceless, but their presence alone made Strange feel suffocated. They were no less terrifying existences than the old rulers. A pair of eyes were watching through the barrier of cognition. his actions.

Maybe it's because Deadpool hasn't seen them, but they still exist, but they can't see their faces clearly in the spiritual world at this time, but they are watching him

The one who can be seen clearly is a huge bloated ball of flesh with a kind face. His whole body is full of corruption and stench and is also bloated. He is surrounded by black clouds composed of insects and the like. Each insect Green slime was constantly dripping from his back, forming a large pond.

The thick rotting liquid was rolling in the pool, filled with sticky and glowing bubbles, and the rotten fat giant was sitting in it, his face full of joy.

On the waist above the water, there are bunches of grape-shaped herpes. From time to time, various rotten and fallen organs flow out of the festering holes. These mucus, organs, and herpes will turn into something after falling into the water. New creatures.

These new creatures have the faces of innocent children, but their bodies are full of cancer and plague. They swim and play in the green pool, and they giggle from time to time.

The rotting god looked at them lovingly and caressed their heads. He was their creator and their father.

Strange felt his love for life, which was another strange kind of fraternity, a love related to 'death and rebirth', which was different from the love of polygons.

It was at this time that he seemed to hear the other party's holy name. In the distant world, all the spirits were chanting the evil but loving true name.

Nurgle.

All things are corrupt and all living beings are immortal.

Strange even heard the loving words of the true god Nurgle:

‘Life and death are endless reincarnations. Death is not the end, but just the beginning of the soul’s decaying journey of eternal life. You are wrong. ’

Looking at the true God at this time, although He is smiling, he is obviously not satisfied with the behavior of the multi-horned man.

Because death is just a passer-by in the infinite cycle of life, why target her? Why kill her?

The true God should view everything with mercy, including death.

Nurgle is different from the Old Ones. He not only loves living beings, but also the undead, dead objects, and everything. He even loves his enemies.

Naturally, he also loves the polygon, and his gaze spans endless dimensions and looks into the distance, like looking lovingly at a reckless nephew.

Chaos is the true face of billions of universes, and only those who see the true face can gain eternal life.

The gap in ideological realm made Strange couldn't help but kneel before God. Although they are both immortal gods, it is obvious that Nurgle's love is more generous and selfless than that of the Polygon.

In pursuit of his love for the Earth, the Supreme Mage gave up his faith in Emperor Vishan and turned to the Many-Horned Ones. At this time, in the face of more tolerant love, he once again gave up the God of the Old and turned to the embrace of the loving father of Chaos.

The spiritual body fell into Nurgle's arms, and warmth was the first impression.

The yellow-green body fluid flowing out of the boils on his loving father's chest and abdomen enveloped him like amniotic fluid. The brown body fluid had a faint fragrance, which made Strange involuntarily open his mouth and suck hard on his father's body, which was rotten and everted like cauliflower. of abscesses.

He showed a relaxed and reassuring smile, and fell asleep like a baby in the arms of a loving father. As he took in a large amount of plague poison slurry, his whole body became plump as if blown by air.

In just the blink of an eye, the originally skinny mage's spiritual body had become white and fat, and his body was covered with scars as bright as plum blossoms.