The Death Knell

Like a meteor falling from the sky, or like a zipper sliding down the fabric, the death knell dragged the enemy to the ground with a crash, causing the city full of tumors to once again become turbulent, with suspicious slime flying around with a stench.

But that was all, the decaying city began to heal itself, flesh and blood filled the gaps at a faster rate, as if they were very welcoming to outsiders.

"Impossible! How could you catch me? I've obviously entered your body!"

The black shadow struggled, but found that the death knell was motionless, and at the same time, he spit out colorful paint from his mouth, which made up a gloomy sound:

"Yes, but it is my soul that captures you. My body is still in the reality of the fifth dimension. In the dream, your existence form is similar to mine. They are both outsiders. I can capture you, right? Is it normal?”

"What kind of magic is this? What kind of filthy world is this?! Sinner, let me go!" The black shadow twisted even more violently, but it was of no use. The colorful paints flowed in the air, as if they were invisible. The brush was drawn into a rope, giving it a tortoise shell binding.

Tying a rope to a cloud of smoke may sound like a joke, but in a dream it can happen.

Anything that is extraordinary and counter-intuitive, as long as you dare to think it in your dream, it will come true. This is the power of imagination.

Thanks to TOAA's friendly sponsorship, if it weren't for his paint, Su Ming really wouldn't have the right props on hand to tie up a thing that was almost at the same level as Lucifer.

This thing is not a ghost, it is not an energy body, it is not a concept, it is not a person or a god, it is not an angel or a devil, so it can only be said to be a thing.

"Do you think I am Constantine? Haha, you can enter and leave his body whenever you want, but I am different."

Deathstroke tugged the end of the rope in his hand and handed it to the paws of the cat who appeared at an unknown time. He smiled and moved his shoulders to relieve the discomfort of falling into a dream just now:

"I'm not fighting alone, I'm not alone! I have a good teammate beside me who can change reality."

The existence of Thousand Cats' Dream helped a lot in the plan. Knowing that this black shadow, who knows what name it is called, can speak and think, then he will definitely be able to dream.

We must know that mountains and rivers all have dreams, stones and flowers can also have dreams, and Lucifer can also sleep. So the unknown black shadow, also a creation of God, should not have had time to patch up the patch that never dreams, right?

As long as you fall asleep, it is equivalent to entering the realm of the Sandman. Even God can't protect it, the cat said!

"Meow huhu, I'm a little embarrassed when you say that, meow." Thousand Cats Dream laughed, and the huge cat wrapped the rope around its claws and pulled casually: "But let's not talk nonsense. , do you plan to eat it directly? Or cut it into pieces first and take out the brains?"

The other party originally had no entity, and naturally did not have the organ of a brain, but it didn't matter. Deathstroke could use 'paint' to draw a brain for it, and cats can also draw.

Because there are no human moral values, cats sometimes seem cruel and inhumane when they talk, but Su Ming likes it like this. There is a contrasting cuteness.

"Yes, since the night is long and there are many dreams, it is better to eat it directly. In the dream, it has an entity, so use strangulation."

At the command, black tentacles surged out of the host's body like a tide, rushing toward the shadowy figure that still refused to give up. It knew that prey would always fall into the trap set by the host, but it didn't expect this. This time it is still a heavyweight new species.

If you haven’t eaten it before, you should try it carefully.

The reason why the slaughtering place was chosen in the dream of the first dream was of course because it was safe and secure. No matter it was God or the Eye of God, they could not look here unless they were prepared to see Asa. Toth's dream.

Perhaps the blind and ignorant ancient one knew nothing about it, but it was still unknowingly borrowed by the death knell to achieve mankind's own goals.

It's not that the power of the Ancient One cannot be used, it just requires extra caution.

"Traitor! Sinner! God will punish you! Ah!"

The black shadow couldn't break free. In the dream, it was no match for the Sandman. What's more, besides the Dream of a Thousand Cats, the First Dream was also watching from the sky. He could only watch the tentacles wrapping around his body. Those tentacles The tip of the mouth opened into a big mouth full of fangs.

I just don’t know if there is a team-up effect between Sandmen that makes one plus one greater than two?

His train of thought went astray slightly. Su Ming felt the information transmitted back from the strangulation. He watched it inhale the black smoke that made up the opponent's body like a spider sucking in sticky food. He lit a cigarette and pressed his throat slightly. There was a fishy smell inside, and he said:

"Your smell is a bit fishy, ​​like rust, Houttuynia cordata, and a bit of soybean grass. That's why you're called the 'Fishy Man', right?"

"How could God's creation be called that kind of name, huh huh." The cat complained, but the expression on his face was a smile. Apparently it also liked this cold joke: "And it seems that people can't answer you. It seems to be rolling its eyes. Is this the brain being sucked out?"

Speaking of which, you really got the can of paint right. Did TOAA foresee all this?

The golden people in the idea room have reached that level, so what should the higher-level ‘mystery’ be like?

Thinking of this, the cat sighed slightly. Even it felt a little confused.

"I don't think the atmosphere is too serious, so I want to tell a joke to lighten it up." Su Ming knocked on his temple, then withdrew his smile and talked about the business: "Its name is crime. It was just born, so I don't know much about it." many."

"Is it a new creation from God? But its attributes are a bit weird. It doesn't look like an angel, but rather spooky." The cat came closer, but still held the rope in its paws, maintaining due vigilance.

"Well, it seems to be a new product, but don't worry, it can't be mass-produced. Making it also consumes a lot of the old man's strength." As he spoke, the sound of air flowing like yogurt being sucked out came to his ears. Strangulation means that the opponent's brain has been eaten, and the remaining body seems to have no taste, so it's okay not to eat it.

Then just cut it into minced meat, and after you leave the dreamland, you can convert it into energy for later use, or take it back to Hogs as a souvenir.

Just do what you want, the lightsaber pops out, and Deathstroke begins the most familiar job of dismembering the body.

"So have you found the 'road' you want?" Cat is still most concerned about this issue. This plan was designed to allow God to send him the ability to ascend the dimension. If he does not get it, then the plan is equivalent to failure.

Whether he killed one of the old man's helpers was secondary.

"Haha, of course, since it is Shengwei who is here to hunt down our hunter, of course he has the skills of Shengwei."

Su Ming was cutting the minced meat without looking back, while Zhuo Sha took out a small shovel like the one used by children to play with sand from his pocket, and put the minced meat into a plastic bag, which was meant to be packed away:

"We will set off after we leave the dreamland, but can you tell the first dream to stop staring at me from behind? It makes me feel sticky all over, and its sight is too dense."

From beginning to end, Deathstroke has been very sensitive to other people's attention to him. Not long ago, the Eye of God peeked at him and it was the same when he went back to complain to God.