Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 182 The Disaster of the Mad Snake

The true essence of the dream world is like a collection of dreams of a variety of pomegranates flickering non-stop, and some arcs of different colors are jumping and jumping on the surface and inside of the variety of pomegranates.

Inside a rotten tomato-colored dreamland, the false sky reveals the decadent colors of a summer evening.

The setting sun is like blood, and the huge city in the evening is soaked in the late sunlight, as if faded skyscrapers stand under the sunset sky, like a silent forest without beasts and birds.

The vehicles passing through the streets are like turbid rivers in the silent jungle, and the tired urban people are struggling and panting in the waves of the river.

On the top of a self-supporting iron hollow tower, a strange man in a black suit with a camera head on his head is holding a horizontal bar with one hand. His whole body hangs on the iron tower at a 45-degree angle, looking down at the city on the ground with the lens.

Standing next to the camera freak was a short, stocky man with only a pair of white underwear on his body. The short, stocky man carried an old-fashioned video camera on his right shoulder, looking at the twilight sky from time to time.

Oldman started the continuous shooting mode, stood on the iron tower and took pictures of the city scenery with a lens full of scratches, but those clear pictures gradually became distorted and disordered after freezing.

The photographed skyscrapers are either shortened or bent, and the extremely bright or extremely dark color blocks squeeze the clear image, and the thick snake-shaped cracks crawl all over the photo.

"Even this dream world is rejecting me..."

Oldman pulled back with one arm, out of the tilted look-down position, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the stocky man with the old video camera on his shoulder.

Under the iron tower, the city running at high speed suddenly looked like a malfunctioning machine. Large swaths of vehicles and pedestrians were frozen in place, and transparent barriers constantly rippling appeared on the streets.

"Director Muranishi, the changes in the dream are getting more and more drastic, and they are coming."

"Nice."

The stocky man called Director Muranishi spoke English with a Sakurajima accent, with a reassuring and gentle smile on his chocolate-colored face.

"Oldman-kun, this time you will also bring a wonderful action scene that makes me shudder."

"Please look forward to it."

Oldman pointed at the camera confidently to his partner standing side by side, stretched out his white-gloved hands to quickly check the weapons in the black suit, the sound of his fingertips stroking the metal bullet casings was like the prelude to a passionate dance music, full of The eager beat.

The two men accompanied by the camera are like dancers waiting for a partner, standing on the iron tower silently waiting for the approaching enemy.

On the city streets under the iron tower, there was a rustling sound behind the undulating transparent barriers, and some strange long black shadows appeared inside the transparent barriers, getting closer and clearer.

This multi-colored pomegranate-like world originated from the weird dream of the illithid Mr. Cramp Pain. Every night, the new dreams of Cramp Pain will change this world on the other side.

Oldman traveled in the dream of birth and death for an unknown amount of time, and after witnessing the shattering of countless dreams alone, he encountered unexpected enemies and partners.

I don't know if the illithid gentleman suffering from migraines is because he watched the Terminator series of movies or something else that appeared in the fifth episode of the fourth season, or because of the special individual Oldman One day, the illithid suddenly dreamed of all kinds of dream travelers with severe convulsions, and the dream of the world of No. 042 on the other side immediately changed...

To this day, a large number of dream wearers have been born in the dreamland of Wanse Pomegranate. They can eat, drink and reproduce. There have even appeared several large-scale dream wearer organizations that are constantly expanding.

These dream creatures who have acquired the ability to travel through dreams wander in dreams for their own goals, making this already grotesque dream world more lively.

With the end of the dream travel, the transparent barrier between the dreams gradually disappeared, and hundreds of green rattlesnakes wearing goggles, wearing special combat uniforms, and wrapping various guns in their tails appeared on the spot.

Their eyes flashed red, and they opened the safety of their firearms in a well-trained manner to pour firepower around them. All of a sudden, gunshots and blood danced together. Screams and cries that burst eardrums.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

A semi-mechanical rattlesnake drives a land combat mech to run rampant on the street. It frantically spit out snake letters in the transparent semi-circular control room. All non-snake creatures in the field of vision.

At the entrance of the Xiangxiang Chicken Snack Bar, a cute pet dog wearing a red scarf was beaten into a pile of meat sauce by this violent cyborg rattlesnake before he could escape in time.

"Hiss, stupid false life, you are living in a dream!

Accept the punishment of the Chosen Snake! "

The cyborg Rattlesnake pointed two high-speed cannons at the crowd farther away, and at this moment a burst of intense white light shot out from the top of the iron tower, flashing the street at dusk into a bad overexposed photo.

In the white light, two fast-moving figures descended from the sky, rushing into the formation of the Rattlesnake Special Forces when they were in chaos.

Under the cover of Director Muranishi, Oldman held two black military daggers, and used the flame thrusters built into his back to draw zigzag and lightning-like tracks on the ground. Sounds, the sound of flesh being tortured by sharp blades, the desperate hissing of snakes... all kinds of sounds kept ringing out.

A moment later, there was a moment of dead silence on the battlefield where the guns roared.

The white light dissipated.

Oldman leaned forward and stood at the end of the street with his arms crossed. The two military daggers that had stopped dancing had turned scarlet. Behind him were the remains of severed guns and rattlesnake meat, full of scratches. The camera housing glowed like warm blood in the setting sun.

"Hisss, damn Oldman!"

The land combat mech driven by the cyborg Rattlesnake stood alone in the middle of the street. All the subordinates it brought this time had fallen to the ground, and the section-shaped snake corpse that hadn't completely inactivated was writhing in a mess.

"Oldman! I will kill you this time!"

"Is that what you think?

So, are you ready for another fiasco?

No need to answer, your answer is not important! "

Before he finished speaking, Oldman turned on the flame jet and rushed out. The arc light of the two daggers cut through the transparent dome on the top of the land combat mech, and he threw a high-explosive grenade through the cut, and the violent explosion destroyed the mecha. Armor's control room.

A vigorous black figure jumped out of the flames, changed direction flexibly in the air, and with a serpentine saber wrapped around its tail, it slashed towards Oldman's lens zoom ring with gunpowder smoke, while Oldman with his back to the saber seemed to have already Too late to react.

"Sao Ao Rui, I kept you waiting for a long time, maybe you have waited too much... Snake King's S-shaped figure is really sexy, prepare to—"

I saw the stocky man in white underwear suddenly raised the camera on his shoulders, and a laser beam hotter than adolescent agitation spewed out from the camera.

"Start shooting!"

(End of this chapter)