The dream world of the Essence is like a collection of dreams of multi-colored pomegranates that flickers incessantly, with some arcs of different colors jumping on the surface and inside of the multi-colored pomegranates.
Inside a rotten tomato-colored dream, the false sky takes on the decadent colors of a summer evening.
The setting sun is like blood, and the huge city in the evening is soaked by the late sunlight, as if the faded skyscrapers stand under the sky full of sunset, like a silent jungle without beasts and birds.
The endless traffic on the streets is like a turbid river in the silent jungle, and the tired urban crowd is struggling to breathe in the waves of the river.
On the top of a self-standing iron hollow tower, a weirdo wearing a black suit with a camera head holding a horizontal bar with one hand, his whole body hanging at a 45-degree angle on the tower, looking down at the city on the ground through the lens.
Standing next to the camera weirdo was a short and stocky man wearing only a pair of white underwear. The short and stocky man carried an old camera on his right shoulder and looked at the dusk sky from time to time.
Oldman activated the continuous shooting mode and stood on the tower to shoot the city scenery with a lens full of scratches. However, those clear pictures slowly turned into distortions and confusion after freezing.
The skyscrapers that were photographed were either shortened or bent. Abnormally bright or extremely dim color blocks squeezed the clear images, and thick serpentine cracks filled the photos.
"Is even this dream world rejecting me..."
Oldman pulled back with one arm, ended his leaning posture, and stood side by side with the short, stocky man carrying the old camera on his shoulder.
Under the tower, the high-speed city suddenly looked like a malfunctioning machine. Large swaths of vehicles and pedestrians were frozen in place, and transparent barriers that were constantly rippling appeared on the streets.
"Director Muranishi, the changes in the dream are getting more and more dramatic, they are coming."
"Nice."
The stocky man known as Director Muranishi spoke English with a Sakurajima accent, and a reassuring and gentle smile appeared on his chocolate-colored face.
"Oldman-kun, this time you will also bring exciting action scenes that will make me tremble."
“Stay tuned.”
Oldman confidently clicked the camera towards his partner standing side by side, stretched out his white-gloved hands to quickly check the weapons in the black suit, and the sound of his fingertips stroking the metal bullet shells was like the prelude to a passionate dance, full of
The rhythm of eagerness to try.
The two men accompanied by the camera are like dancers waiting for their partners, standing on the tower silently waiting for the upcoming enemy.
On the city streets under the iron tower, the transparent barriers with undulating surfaces made a rustling sound, and some strange long black shadows appeared inside the transparent barriers, getting closer and closer and becoming clearer.
This multi-colored pomegranate-like world originated from the strange dreams of the illithid Mr. Cramp and Pain. Every night, the new dream of Cramp and Pain will change the world on the other side.
Oldman traveled in the dream of life and death for an unknown length of time. After witnessing the destruction of countless dreams alone, he encountered unexpected enemies and partners.
The illithid gentleman suffering from migraine was probably caused by watching the Terminator series of movies or some other animation that appeared in the fifth episode of the fourth season, or maybe he was somehow influenced by the special individual Oldman.
Under the influence of the disease, one day, the illithid was in severe convulsions and suddenly dreamed of all kinds of dream travelers, and the dream of the world No. 042 on the other side immediately changed...
To this day, a large number of dreamers have been born in the Ten Thousand Colors Pomegranate Dream. They can eat, drink, and reproduce. They have cheerful personalities and ideals. According to what Oldman saw and heard during his travels, the Dream World of Essence
There have even been several large-scale dream wearer organizations that are constantly expanding.
These dream creatures that have gained the ability to travel through dreams wander around in dreams for their own goals, making this already bizarre dream world even more lively.
As the dream travel ended, the transparent barrier between the dreams gradually disappeared, and hundreds of green rattlesnakes wearing goggles and special combat uniforms appeared on the spot, with various types of firearms wrapped around their tails.
Their eyes flashed red, and they opened the safety of their firearms in a well-trained manner and poured out firepower in all directions. For a moment, gunshots and blood danced together. Those who could still move ran away in panic, and were driven by the Rattlesnake Special Forces.
Eardrum-breaking screams and cries.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
A semi-mechanical rattlesnake drove a land combat mecha and ran rampant on the street. It spat out snake messages crazily in the transparent semicircle control room. The two Gatling tubes held by the mecha were firing blue fire, firing mercilessly.
Targets all non-snake creatures within sight.
In front of the Xiangxiang Chicken Snack Shop, a cute pet dog wearing a red scarf didn't have time to escape and was beaten into a pile of meat by this violent semi-mechanical rattlesnake.
"Hiss, stupid false life, you are living in a dream!
Accept the punishment of the Chosen Snake!"
The semi-mechanical Sidewinder aimed two high-speed cannons at the crowd further away. At this moment, a violent burst of white light shot out from the top of the tower, turning the dusk street into a bad overexposed photo.
In the white light, two fast-moving figures descended from the sky and rushed into the formation of the Diamondback Special Forces when they were in chaos.
Under the cover of director Muranishi, Oldman held two black military daggers and used the flame thruster built on his back to draw a zigzag lightning-like trajectory on the surface. The sound of cracking cement pavement, the sound of steel colliding with steel, and the panic of firing.
Sounds, the sound of flesh being tortured by sharp blades, the desperate hissing of snakes... all kinds of sounds kept ringing.
A moment later, there was a moment of dead silence on the battlefield where guns and gunfire roared.
The white light dispersed.
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 littered with severed remains of firearms and rattlesnake meat, full of scratches.
The camera housing glows like warm blood in the setting sun.
"Hiss, damn Oldman!"
The land combat mecha piloted by the semi-mechanical Sidewinder stood alone in the middle of the street. All the subordinates it brought this time had fallen to the ground, and the segmented snake corpses that had not yet been completely inactivated were twisting in a mess.
"Oldman! I will definitely kill you this time!"
"Is this what you think?
So, are you ready to accept another crushing defeat?
No need to answer, your answer is not important!"
Before Oldman finished speaking, he turned on the flame jet and rushed out. The arc light of the two daggers cut open the transparent round cover on the top of the marine mecha. He threw a high-explosive grenade through the cut. The violent explosion destroyed the mecha.
A's control room.
A vigorous black shadow jumped out from the fire, flexibly changed direction in the air, and with a snake-shaped sword wrapped around its tail, it slashed towards Oldman's lens zoom ring with gunpowder smoke, and Oldman, who had his back to the sword, seemed to have already
There was no time to react.
"Sao Ao Rui, I've kept you waiting for so long, maybe you've waited too much... Snake Lord's S-shaped figure is really sexy, get ready-"
The stocky man in white underwear suddenly raised the camera on his shoulder, and a laser beam hotter than the restlessness of adolescence spurted out of the lens.