The Death Knell

"Who said I didn't know it?" Deadpool had healed himself during the process of falling. It seems that he is in good condition today. He crouched on the lawn with his hips, and said, "Isn't this, that's it!"

As he said, he also winked secretly at no one, as if he wanted to let the audience in the live broadcast room give hints.

But obviously it was brain cancer that made him forget this. In his dream, he couldn't get help from the sidelines.

This palace is majestic and magnificent, with a touch of warmth in its solemnity.

The main hall is east-west, and the two ends are connected with the Nangong and the North Palace, forming a symmetrical geometric pattern. From a high altitude, the whole building looks like the Chinese character'凡', and the middle point is a very magnificent and beautiful one. fountain.

The palace is surrounded by well-kept gardens, as well as racetracks, pools, rivers and rockeries, flower beds, pavilions, and other buildings and decorations that conform to the identity of residents.

Whether it is the outside sculptures or the furniture styles that can be seen through the windows, they are all Roman classical grandeur, plus those women walking through the palace, it is easy to judge the location and time of this place.

They wore huge dresses, with complicated 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 talked. In the Rococo era in France, so.

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

Su Ming patted him on the shoulder, ready to take everyone to the dance party, and go directly to the famous Hall of Mirrors.

"I just wanted to say that Versailles is coming, but when the words came to my lips, I was snatched by you, but there is no way. Who calls you my dearest cousin?"

The dead waiter, who nodded repeatedly, found himself a step down, and then began to follow the death knell, looking around:

"The things here seem to be very valuable. If the little spider comes here, he will definitely be greedy, and these women, the neckline of the dress is too low and too drum? I am a little afraid of heights and dizzy, hehe. "

The cousin's attention was quickly drawn away by the women in the palace. He has never resisted wealth.

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

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

Whether it’s wine or food, valuable oil paintings or porcelain bottles, ladies dressed in glamorous clothes, or military officers pretending to be an officer, Deadpool’s claws can’t be reached. The two sides seem to be on different levels of space and can only be seen. But it can't be touched.

"Damn it, you can only watch but can't interact deeply. Neil Gaiman should be responsible for this." Deadpool's legs softened and knelt to the ground in pain, hammering the ground with his fist: "If it wasn't him "The Sandman" is drawn with such a stream of consciousness, maybe I can encounter a realistic dream structure, which is so cool."

"Stop talking nonsense, here, look over there." Su Ming kicked him and motioned him to get up and look at the throne at one end of the Palace of Mirrors. There was a person sitting on it, watching the matter with a smile. Three of them.

The guests on the dance floor are still dancing to the music. Everyone’s faces are filled with hypocritical smiles. The queen’s salon is a place for communication, and politics has never been a game that relies on pushing the heart to play.

The death knell and the man on the throne looked at each other in the air, and pulled the deadpool beside him:

"Continuing the previous topic, since the one who used the dream to bring you to kill is not one of the ancients, but also constantly uses fear to influence the hearts of the people, the answer is naturally'the Lord of Fear', and the Lord of Fear is good at using nightmares instead of There is only one person to show power directly, and that is him."

The fear lords are often regarded as one of the **** lords, but they do not participate in the circulation of the soul, but are parasitic on the operation of the world, constantly grabbing the energy that belongs to their jurisdiction, which is the ‘fear’ as the name implies.

They often have their own planes or dimensions, but most of them are very small, do not have any army, and are usually very low-key.

The person sitting on the throne was wearing green clothes and suddenly looked a bit like Loki, but he was not. His skin was as white as paper, and his hair was messy like a chicken coop, and it was similar to the humans and animals on Loki’s surface. The harmless look is different, and he smiles maliciously.

"Welcome, you are welcome, two Mr. Wilson, and the Archmage of Monak."

The man on the throne stood up, spreading his arms, smiling and talking like an enthusiastic master preparing to greet guests, but his feet remained motionless:

"Welcome to my realm. This is a distorted fantasy and a lost brilliance. It is also a kingdom shaped by fear in people's hearts! When we first met, I am a'nightmare', you guys. You can also call me the lord of nightmares."

"Hmm! He sounds pretty hanging." The Deadpool took a breath from his teeth, and then whispered to the death knell. "Cousin, do you think I need to compile a self-introduction with B?" For example, when everyone sees love, when flowers see flowers, you can eat fifteen tacos for a meal, but you can pull out twenty when you shit. The gods and demons all see me shaking their heads and are afraid of super mercenary dead waiters? "

"Yes, just don't say this when I'm here, I can't afford to lose that person." Su Ming moved a few steps to the side, and distanced himself from the lunatic cousin. He raised the nightmare standing in front of the throne. Lift your chin: "That little green man, you'd better be polite. Others can't kill you, it doesn't mean I can't."

"Ah, yeah, I knew you would have this style." Nightmare smiled and sat back. He touched the golden armrest of the throne and raised his legs: "But since you know me, you should know that I am here. There is supreme authority here, and you can’t help me either."

"This is how you dare to attack Deadpool, so as to elicit my confidence in chasing into the dream?" Su Ming laughed, spreading his hands and looking around: "I can only say that you are too stupid. Unknowingly, you have never heard that the multiverse is now under my control. Is the cosmic consciousness on my side?"

The ability of the nightmare is simple to say. As long as he is in a dream, he has the power to match the creator of the world, and as long as there is a creature in the universe dreaming or fearful, he will never die and cannot be killed. wipe out.

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

Perhaps it was the topic of ‘being used’ that caused the nightmare to think. He leaned on the throne, propped his face with his fist, and looked at the guests so quietly.