The Death Knell

"Sokka, you are not allowed to use her face, fake, you are not Yelena."

The furniture in the office was beaten to pieces by the warring parties, and burning documents were slowly falling in the air. Natasha was holding a dagger in her hand, and she was confronting her little sister across a table.

The bullets have been used up, and both sides only have cold weapons left in their hands, which is the next best thing.

As one of the top agents in the Marvel Universe, the smart Natasha knew that she was dreaming because she had never participated in the graduation exam and had no need to participate. Everything now did not conform to common sense.

Not to mention that her body has returned to what it was like when she was 13 years old, but Yelena, who is smaller than herself, is actually stronger. She is overwhelmingly better than him in terms of strength and speed. If she hadn't lost so many years of work experience, maybe she would have been better. I really can't deal with her.

Yes, Yelena is not weak in reality. She also has the codename White Widow, but that was several years after she graduated from Chuji Academy, and it is definitely not the present in the dream.

But I have to say that there is something Natasha likes about this nightmare, that is, the battlefield is good, and she has always wanted to cause a scene in this palace.

If this dream hadn't been too real and she would feel pain even if she was injured, so she didn't dare to try what would happen if she died in the dream, she might not really be so serious about fighting with the other sisters.

"Hehe! Sister Romanova! I am Yelena!"

On the other side of the table, a blond girl wearing a tight white leather jacket let out a harsh laugh. Her neck was like the spring of a bobblehead doll, swinging her head wildly from side to side, and her long hair was swaying like an electric fan:

"Come on, come and fight with me. We are all spiders of Leviathan. We are destined to devour each other. The venom in our bodies is inherited from everyone's pain. We will never be happy, hahahahaha!"

As she spoke, the saliva from her mouth flowed out like a small waterfall, forming a small pool of water on the ground, giving people the feeling of being very greedy. She quickly licked it with her long tongue. Touch your chin.

"This isn't real, you're just my nightmare."

The office window was broken, and the cold wind blew in. Natasha breathed out a mouthful of white mist and adjusted her breathing. If she hadn't been unable to defeat this thing, she would have silenced the fake with the knife in her hand. Now she could only delay it as long as possible to see if there was a chance to launch an attack:

"I am living happily now, and so are my sisters. We don't need to perform any cruel tasks, nor do we need to find our place in the world. We are no longer the hounds of careerists."

"Hohoho, don't deceive yourself. You are still living in darkness and cannot see people with your true face."

The blond girl holding the dagger in one hand and wiping her saliva with the other said this, her smile was very bright:

"Why are you living so hard? Come on, kill me, recognize the bloodthirsty side of your heart, and say goodbye to the dream that can never come true."

Injuring the dreamer's body in dreams is not what nightmares desire. They prefer to destroy the victim's spirit and make them feel pain and torture.

Physical pain is only the most basic, and heartache is necessary for the birth of nightmares. The reason why cats call nightmares ‘bad seeds’ is because they can use the dreams of living creatures to hatch more of their kind.

If a person falls into a nightmare, he will continuously have negative emotions, and as we all know, emotions are a type of energy. Negative energy is the necessary fertile ground for the birth of nightmares. It can also be said to be food, or even weapons.

So Natasha didn't want to do anything with it, but started talking, as the nightmare was dying to do.

It has unlimited time in dreams. Even if a sentence is repeated countless times, it can completely brainwash people, making the victim no longer able to dream. As long as he falls asleep, he will enter the nightmare world.

So in this shabby office, it was laughing non-stop while playing eagle and catching chickens across the table, because the prey had already produced negative energy. Although it was a little bit of basic energy called fear, it was already very strong at the beginning. It's so sweet.

Unfortunately, it was happy too early. A hand suddenly stretched out from behind and placed it on its head. A sinister voice sounded in its ears:

"I heard you squeezing Lai Lai from afar. What are you going to do to my girl?"

This was actually not a question, at least Su Ming didn't expect to get any answer. He just drew the nightmare's attention to himself and created an opportunity for the cat to take action.

To be precise, should it be the exit?

Just when the nightmare disguised as Yelena turned its head to see the death knell clearly, the dream of a thousand cats crawling on the ground launched an attack. It bit the nightmare on the waist, then flattened its cheeks and sucked hard.

Its mouth seemed to have turned into a black hole, and the powerful suction force immediately turned the miserable nightmare into a wide black powder, which was rolled into its throat with a scream.

"Gudu!"

After eating that nightmare, Thousand Cats Dream stuck out her tongue and shook her head in displeasure:

"This is the most effective way to kill nightmares. Unfortunately, no matter how many times you eat them, they still smell like Deadpool's insoles."

This is a dream. The essence of the kitten's behavior is to cover up this nightmare with its own existence. Although it seems to be devouring, in fact it only looks like it.

"That's really stinky." After talking to the talking cat, Natasha put down the dagger, leaned against the wall to catch her breath, smiled and said to Deathstroke: "Yesterday I told you that Steve was trapped in a nightmare. But I didn’t expect it to be an infectious disease, haha.”

How should I put it, it feels like things are changing. Yesterday she was watching the captain's jokes, and today she became the protagonist of the comedy.

But what are the fake Yelena just now and those fake sisters outside?

"It's not an infectious disease, girl." Su Ming walked over and hugged her, patting her head comfortingly: "There is a group of enemies who use nightmares to attack living beings. Now they have spread to multiple universes. What are their specific names? I won’t say it anymore, it can be collectively called a nightmare.”

Are there any infectious diseases that are spread through dreams? In fact, there is, but it's not in the Marvel universe, but in another world.

"I knew this was not your prank." She left the warm embrace and rearranged her red hair: "After all, I don't have as many jokes as Steve to play with. He is indeed an enemy. This is my first time. Once I met an enemy who used dreams as weapons.”

How should I put it, Natasha felt it was a bit magical, but that was all. It was important to know that their boss, Deathstroke, was the Supreme Mage. In a world where magic existed, it was not easy for someone to control dreams.

"This is the dream of a thousand cats, my little friend. It can be regarded as one of the kings of dreams." Su Ming introduced her cat to her, and then got back to the subject: "I am going to take you away from this dream, but come back to reality. Afterwards, we will do an experiment to ensure that you will not suddenly fall asleep and return to nightmares."