The Death Knell

The rebellious knight dressed in pink soon left again, holding his head high and moving separately from Gwen. At a certain moment, the smell of "hope" seemed to emerge from this dark creature.

In this regard, the invisible death knell showed no expression at all, as if he had not seen it.

More and more nightmares will come here next, just like entering a pyramid scheme. One will develop two online, and two will develop four. Su Ming has never heard of this story of placing rice on a chessboard. There are so many versions, it’s just right to use them now.

The Sleepless Knights must not all be eliminated. Otherwise, who will tell the new nightmares not to go astray in the future?

As long as creatures can still have nightmares, nightmares will continue to appear, and of course there are many who are dissatisfied with the Sandman, but this time the scale of the insomnia rebellion is larger.

In the past, the Sandman was still a bit soft-hearted, and the disobedient nightmares were not eliminated, but were thrown into the nightmare realm and left to fend for themselves. But this time Su Ming intervened in the matter, and he could not be so merciful. He had to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. .

Just eliminate 99% and leave 1% as a 'warning sign' to avoid new nightmares of ignorance in the future.

"Meow~ From now on, Harley, your dreams can be considered very dangerous, but as long as you don't enter this level, it will be fine." The cat stood on Deathstroke's shoulder, rubbed its head against Deathstroke's face, and said with its little ears twitching a few times. : "I will teach you how to proactively layer dreams."

In fact, the motive of the cat can be guessed at a glance. It is attracted to this "Nightmare Town". If it wants to come here often to watch "series" in the future, it must teach Harley how to maintain a dream for a long time.

The Sandman is the monarch of the land of dreams. They themselves are dreams, but they maintain more dreams awake, which requires some skills.

"No need, eh! Aha!"

But Harley, who didn't listen to those nonsense at all, reached out and hugged the cat, held it in front of her and sucked it hard:

"I'm a psychiatrist, and no one is more familiar with Freud's subconscious theory than me. I can also grasp the levels of dreams, just going up and down stairs, but I really want to play with them in my dreams. I like it. Lively, hee hee!”

Yes, if it were anyone else, a group of dangerous chameleons in the dream would not be very good, but for Harley, the more unknown and exciting things are, the more she likes them, and the crowds and excitement are not good for her. To put it simply, she has a habit of being "crazy when people come to her".

Coupled with a large number of ragtag nightmares gathered together, the threat level will be reduced.

Because when every monster wants to show off its own thing of fear, you stuff some private goods into the dream, and he stuffs some personal stuff into the dream, and these unrelated private goods are piled together. It will only make the scene turn into a garbage dump in Monkey Mountain, which makes it even funnier.

What's more, if things go well, the nightmares who enter this town will not dare to cause trouble, and they will only make some mischief.

"Meow! No! I'm going to suffocate, meow! You use too many cosmetics, why is it so pungent in your dream, meow?!" Thousand Cats Dream showed great resistance, and it kept pushing Harley with its little paws face, obviously not liking the smell of women's perfume.

The dream of stray cats, they still prefer the smell of garbage in dark and dry places.

"Want to run? No way! Hahahahaha!"

"Meow--!"

I have to say that Harley loves cats so much, and A Thousand Cats Dream is a very rare cat that can talk, and she just can't stop sucking it.

Fortunately, we are in a dream now, and there is plenty of time. There is still a lot of time before the actors are in place.

While Deathstroke and his friends were playing around, waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

In the boundless pitch-black void, a deep and chaotic black shadow is spreading quietly. It is like the deepest ray of black light in the night, invisible but tangible.

It seems to move slowly, but in fact it is faster than everyone knows. It is devouring a multiverse with irresistible momentum, or it is performing a seemingly devouring behavior on this multiverse.

But this incident is not terrifying from the perspective of a bystander. Instead, it appears majestic and majestic, revealing an otherworldly solemnity, as if this scene is the ultimate symphony of the universe, playing the most shocking music in silence. movement.

As we all know, the multiverse is a complex conceptual structure composed of multiple parallel universes. It is like a bright gem in the endless omnipotent universe. Most of the stories are limited to the multidimensional level. Going up to the upper level, things will change. Very abstract.

Human beings, as the most sensitive and creative creatures, live on the level of a single universe. In a multiverse, they live in similar parallel worlds.

Even though there are many similarities, each parallel world has its own unique physical laws, life forms and historical trajectories, and its own special light shines.

This is the light of stories. They are either parallel or intertwined, and together they weave a colorful multiverse. The scenery in a single world is colorful enough. At least most humans cannot see everything in a universe. .

So how colorful is the multiverse formed by countless parallel worlds? It can be said that it is incredible to people.

However, in front of this incredible multiverse, the black shadow is still a more advanced mystery. It is not bound by any multiverse laws. It is not within the definition of any known matter and energy. It seems to transcend all concepts. The presence.

At its touch, time and space within this multiverse began to lose their original meaning, and everything began to change.

When this scene is reflected in the single universe, it is as if the vast galaxy is gently rolled up by a black shadow, and disappears silently like smoke blown by the wind.

The light shines in it, but it is as short-lived as a shooting star. After blooming, it is eternal darkness. The stars and the sea, the miracles of life, the rise and fall of civilizations, everything seemed so fragile in front of the black shadow, as if they were paintings on fine sand, falling apart at the touch of a touch.

Every corner of the universe emits its final brilliance, galaxies burn into the most dazzling fireworks before their demise, and life blooms into its most splendid vitality before its end.

The more you struggle at the end of your life and the more you try your best, the more it represents the splendor of life and stories.

This is probably a cosmic-level feast. Every detail is full of unparalleled beauty and power. Even time itself fails at this moment, leaving a witness to this final splendor.

There seems to be something in the black shadow, yes, it is a very vague crown. It is spinning silently, covering everything with black shadow, as if it is a bottomless pit.

In front of this magnificent picture, all words and descriptions pale. Only when you see it with your own eyes can you truly feel the soul-shaking magnificence.

The surrounding galaxies and star fields are falling in front of the power of the black shadow. This is a symphony of creation and destruction, and the ultimate exploration of life and existence.

The black shadow twisted, and the crown became clearer. It seemed to be welded together by countless steel patches, and the metal was covered with flowers.

As for the multiverse that was the prey, its intricate structure was gradually simplified, as if some house had reached the critical point of stress and collapsed instantly.

This is not just the devouring of matter, but more like the concept and matter disappearing out of thin air.

In this process, the trajectories of countless lives and the secrets of the universe are intertwined, and the boundaries of this multiverse begin to blur until they are completely integrated with the darkness of the outside world, and there is no longer any separation.

At this moment, the nature of the universe is redefined and the meaning of all existence is reconstructed. In this cosmic feast, every observer will become a witness and witness the end of a multiverse.

Eventually, the crown gradually faded away, and the dark shadow swallowed up the last trace of light, making deathly silence the final chapter of this cosmic feast.

Is this destruction or creation? It is unknown for the time being, but this seems to be just a glimpse of the 'mystery'.