Fist of Imagination

The dream world of the true essence is like a dream collection of pomegranates that flickers continuously, and some arcs of different colors jump and jump on the surface and inside of the pomegranates.

Inside a rotten tomato-colored dream, the false sky shows the decadent color 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 vehicles that pass through the streets are the turbid rivers in the silent jungle, and the tired urban people struggle to breathe in the waves of the river.

At the top of a self-supporting iron hollow tower, a weirdo in a black suit and a camera head holds a horizontal bar with one hand, and his whole body hangs on the iron tower at a 45-degree angle, looking down at the city on the ground with a lens.

Next to the camera weirdo stands a short and strong man with only a pair of white underwear on his body. The short and strong man carries an old model camera on his right shoulder and looks at the dusk sky from time to time.

Oldman activated the continuous shooting mode, standing on the iron tower and shooting the city scenery with a scratched lens, but those clear pictures slowly became distorted and chaotic after being frozen.

The skyscrapers photographed were either shorter or bent, and the unusually bright or unusually dim color blocks squeezed the clear images, and thick snake-like cracks crawled all over the photos.

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

Oldman pulled back with one arm, ending the tilted and overlooking posture, and stood side by side with the short and strong man carrying the old camera on his shoulder.

Under the iron tower, the high-speed running city suddenly looked like a machine with a malfunction. Large areas of vehicles and pedestrians were frozen in place, and a transparent barrier that kept rippling appeared on the street.

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

"Nice."

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

"Mr. Oldman, this time you will also bring me exciting action scenes that will make me tremble."

"Stay tuned."

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

The two men with the camera were like dancers waiting for their partners, standing on the iron tower and waiting for the upcoming enemies without saying a word.

On the city streets under the iron tower, the transparent barriers with fluctuating surfaces made a rustling sound, and some strange long black shadows appeared inside the transparent barriers, getting closer and clearer.

This colorful pomegranate-like world originated from the strange dreams of the mind sucker Mr. Spasm Pain. Spasm Pain's new dreams every night will change this other world.

Oldman traveled in the dream of birth and death for an unknown period of time. After witnessing the collapse of countless dreams alone, he met unexpected enemies and partners.

The migraine gentleman, who was suffering from migraine, didn't know whether he had watched the Terminator series of movies or some other animation that was released to the fifth episode of the fourth season, or was influenced by the special individual Oldman. One day, the illithid suddenly dreamed of all kinds of dream travelers in a spasm of pain, and the dream of the other side of the world No. 042 immediately changed...

To this day, a large number of dream travelers have been born in the dream of the colorful pomegranate. They can eat, drink, and reproduce. They are cheerful and have ideals. According to what Oldman saw and heard during his travels, there are even several large and expanding dream traveler organizations in the dream world of the essence.

These dream creatures that have gained the ability to travel through time and space wander in dreams for their own goals, making this already bizarre dream world even more lively.

With the end of the dream crossing, the transparent barrier between dreams gradually disappeared, and hundreds of green rattlesnakes wearing goggles and special combat uniforms appeared in the original place, with various guns wrapped around their tails.

Their eyes flashed red, and they opened the gun safety in a well-trained manner and poured firepower all around. For a moment, the sound of gunfire and blood danced together. Those who could still move fled in panic, screaming and crying at the eardrums under the drive of the Rattler Special Forces.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

A semi-mechanical Rattler drove a land combat mecha on the street. It spit out its snake tongue frantically in the transparent semi-circular control room. The two-barreled Gatling gun held by the mecha was emitting blue fire, ruthlessly sweeping all non-snake creatures in sight.

At the door of the Xiangxiang Chicken Snack Shop, a cute pet dog wearing a red scarf did not have time to escape, and was beaten into a pile of meat paste by this irritable semi-mechanical Rattler.

"Hiss, hiss, stupid fake life, you live in a dream!

Accept the punishment of the Chosen Snake!"

The cyborg Rattler aimed two high-speed machine guns at the crowd farther away. At this time, a violent white light shot out from the top of the iron tower, turning the dusk street into an overexposed bad photo.

In the white light, two fast-moving figures fell from the sky and rushed into the Rattler Special Forces' formation when they were in chaos.

Under the cover of Director Muranishi, Odman held two black military daggers and used the built-in flame thrusters on his back to draw a jagged lightning-like track on the ground. There were sounds of cracking concrete roads, steel colliding with steel, panic firing, flesh being tortured by sharp blades, and snakes screaming desperately... all kinds of sounds kept ringing.

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

The white light dissipated.

Odman leaned forward with his arms crossed and stood at the end of the street. The two military daggers that stopped dancing had turned scarlet. Behind him were the remains of severed guns and rattlesnake meat. The scratched camera shell glowed like warm blood in the sunset.

"Hiss, hiss, damn Odman!"

The land combat mecha driven by the semi-mechanical rattlesnake 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 completely inactivated were twisting in a mess.

"Oldman! I will definitely kill you this time!"

"Is that 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 of two daggers cut the transparent dome on the top of the land combat mecha. A high-explosive grenade was thrown into the incision by him, and the violent explosion destroyed the control room of the mecha.

A nimble black shadow jumped out of the firelight, flexibly changed direction in the air, and the snake-shaped sword on its tail slashed at Oldman's lens zoom ring with gunpowder smoke, while Oldman, who was facing the sword, seemed to have no time to react.

"Sao Ao Rui, I've kept you waiting for a long time, maybe you've waited too long...Snake Jun's S-shaped posture is really sexy, get ready-"

The short and strong man in white underwear suddenly raised the camera on his shoulder, and a laser beam that was hotter than the restlessness of adolescence gushed out of the lens.

"Shoot!"