The Death Knell

"Who said I don't know him?" Deadpool had already healed himself in the process of falling. It seemed that he was in good condition today. He stood up from the lawn with his hands on his hips and said, "Isn't this, that, that?"

As he spoke, he secretly winked at no one else, as if he wanted to get a hint from the audience in the live broadcast room.

But apparently brain cancer made him forget this. In his dream, he couldn't get off-field assistance opportunities.

This palace building is majestic and has a touch of warmth in its solemnity.

The main hall runs east-west, and connects with the South Palace and the North Palace at both ends, forming a symmetrical geometric pattern. Viewed from a high altitude, the entire building looks like the Chinese character for 'fan', and the point in the middle is a very magnificent and beautiful fountain.

The palace is surrounded by carefully maintained gardens, as well as horse racing tracks, pools, rivers and rockeries, flower beds, pavilions, pavilions and other buildings and decorations that suit the status of the residents.

Whether it is the sculptures outside or the style of furniture that can be seen through the windows, they are all Roman classical exaggeration and luxury. Coupled with the women walking through the palace, it is easy to judge the location and time here.

They wore gorgeous clothes with huge skirts and complicated and fluffy wigs on their heads. The wigs were decorated with ribbons, feathers, flowers, and even fruits and vegetables. They also used lace fans to cover their mouths when they spoke. France in the era of Rococo style so.

"This is the Palace of Versailles, Wade, follow me and don't run around."

Su Ming patted him on the shoulder and prepared to take everyone to the dance, going directly to the famous Hall of Mirrors.

"I just wanted to say Versailles, but you snatched the words away from me, but I can't help it. Who said you are my dearest cousin?"

Deadpool nodded repeatedly and found a step for himself, and then began to look around and follow the death knell:

"The things here look very valuable. If Little Spider comes here, he will be greedy to death. And these women, aren't the necklines of these women's dresses too low and too bulging? I'm a little scared of heights and dizzy, hehe. "

The cousin's attention was quickly attracted by the women in the palace. He has never been resistant to wealth and sex.

But the dance was still going on, and no one even said anything to the three people who came in through the window, as if they couldn't see them at all.

Wade reached out and tried to steal a bottle of wine to drink, but his palm went directly through the bottle, as if it was just a phantom.

Whether it's wine or food, valuable paintings or porcelain bottles, ladies in gorgeous clothes or pretentious officers, Deadpool's claws can't touch them. The two sides seem to be on different spatial levels, and they can only see, But can't touch it.

"Damn it, you can only watch but not interact deeply. Neil Gaiman should be responsible for this." Deadpool's legs softened, he knelt down in pain, and hammered the ground with his fist: "If it hadn't been for him "The Sandman" is so stream-of-consciousness, maybe I can encounter a realistic dream structure, that would be so cool."

"Stop talking nonsense, look over there." Su Ming kicked him and told him to get up and look at the throne at one end of the Mirror Palace. There was a person sitting on it, looking at this with a smile. Three of them.

The guests on the dance floor were still dancing to the music, with false smiles on everyone's faces. The queen's salon was a place of communication, and politics has never been a game that can be played well by relying on confidants.

Deathstroke and the man on the throne looked at each other from a distance, and pulled the Deadpool beside him up:

"Continuing with the previous topic, since it's not someone from the Ancients who used dreams to bring you in to kill you, and continues to use fear to influence people's hearts, the answer is naturally the 'Fear Lord', and the Fear Lord is good at using nightmares instead of There is only one person who can directly demonstrate power, and that is him."

Fear lords are often considered to be a type of hell lord, but they do not participate in the cycle of souls, but are parasitic on the running process of the world, constantly grabbing the energy within their jurisdiction, which is, as the name implies, 'fear'.

They often have their own plane or dimension, but most of them are very small and have little army. They are usually very low-key.

The person sitting on the throne was wearing green clothes. He suddenly looked a bit like Loki, but he was not. His skin was as white as paper, and his hair was as messy as a chicken coop. Moreover, he was as human and animal as Loki on the surface. The harmless look was different, his smile was full of malice.

"Welcome, you are welcome from afar, Mr. Wilson, and Archmage Monaco."

The person on the throne stood up, opened his arms, smiled and spoke like a warm host preparing to welcome guests, but his feet did not move at all:

"Welcome to my realm. This is twisted fantasy and lost brilliance. It is also a country shaped by the fear deep in people's hearts! When we first meet, I am 'Nightmare'. You can also call me the Lord of Nightmares. .”

"Hmm! He sounds pretty cool." Deadpool took a breath of air from between his teeth, and then whispered to Deathstroke to discuss: "Cousin, do you think I also need to make up a B-type self-introduction? For example, the super mercenary Deadpool who is loved by everyone and blooms like a flower, who can eat fifteen tacos at a meal but can poop twenty when he poops, and where all the gods and demons in the sky shake their heads in fear when they see him? "

"That's right, just don't say such dirty things when I'm around. I can't afford to embarrass that person." Su Ming moved a few steps to the side to distance himself from his lunatic cousin. He raised his head towards the nightmare standing in front of the throne. Lifting his chin: "That little green man, you'd better be polite. If others can't kill you, it doesn't mean I can't."

"Ah, yes, I knew you would be like this." Nightmare smiled and sat back. He touched the golden armrest of the throne and crossed his legs again: "But since you know me, you should know that I am here. We have supreme authority here, and you can’t do anything to me either.”

"Is this how you dare to attack Deadpool and lure me into the dreamland?" Su Ming laughed, spread his hands and looked around: "I can only say that you are too stupid, and you will be used as a knife by others. Without knowing it, haven’t you heard that the multiverse is now under my control, and that the consciousness of the universe is on my side?”

Nightmare's ability is very simple to say. As long as he is in a dream, he has the power to rival the God of Creation. And as long as there is a creature in the universe that is dreaming or has fear, then he will be immortal and cannot be killed. wipe out.

This feeling of 'immortality' is a bit like Dracula, but the nightmare is obviously more powerful.

Perhaps the topic of 'being taken advantage of' triggered nightmare thoughts. He leaned on the throne, supported his face with his fist, and just looked at the guests quietly.