Chapter 1990: Lighting the Wondrous Dream in the Heart (Part 20)

The powerful fists formed by the branches of the God Tree Broccoli warrior's huge crown stood in the center of the battlefield. When it stood there, it could knock away a tree demon with just one punch.

The tree demons formed by thick tree roots grinned, waving their sharp branch-like arms, constantly invading here. But the God Tree Broccoli smashed down with one punch, and its right arm swept across, and the three tree demons that had just pounced were thrown to the distance.

Another arm grabbed the root of a slender tree demon, first smashing it on the ground, and then using it as a weapon to slash wildly. For a time, there were flying branches, shaken leaves, and the screams of tree demons one after another everywhere.

After the zombies were almost cleared, the passages to the pond and the cemetery were also opened. The group divided into two groups, each responsible for different areas, and began to collect light at the fastest speed.

Near the pond was the territory of the garden gnomes. This group of guys was short in stature and not very combat-capable, but the most troublesome thing was that they would dig holes. Once they were approached, they would immediately dig holes and escape, and the speed was so fast that the group couldn't see clearly.

And Clark, who flew into the sky, found that these little guys had filled the entire front yard of the garden with tunnels while they were solving skeletons and zombies earlier, and were currently digging the roots of the hall's defensive facilities.

This definitely couldn't be solved with cabbages, because the size of the garden gnomes was actually much smaller than cabbages, and it wasn't realistic to use wheat to bombard, because that would hurt their own defensive facilities.

Although the cloak could drill in, the space was too small, and it couldn't be displayed at all inside. And no matter how Strange persuaded, it was unwilling to go in. Although the dung beetle could also drill in, its body structure was indeed not suitable for fighting, and it was also a life of being beaten when facing hundreds of garden gnomes.

The group looked at each other, really didn't expect that this guy who seemed to have the least threat was the most difficult to deal with. But at this time, Schiller waved to the group and said.

"You guys move aside, someone has woken up."

"What..."

Bruce had just asked this, and when he turned his head, he saw a huge vertical pupil staring at him coldly. A huge snake head phantom appeared in mid-air, blocking the door of the front hall, constantly spitting out its tongue.

"Jörmungandr?" Strange called out tentatively.

The great snake Jörmungandr snorted coldly. Strange looked at it up and down and found that this guy was really living a good life following Schiller. The energy in its body was full, and its size was more than three times larger than before.

Legend has it that Jörmungandr is the World Serpent that coils around the Earth, but if it continues to eat like this, coiling around the sun won't be a problem.

But now the large size was useless, so Schiller pointed to the ground and pointed to the entrance of the garden gnome's hole, letting Jörmungandr become smaller and drill in to eat the gnomes.

Strange originally planned to watch the fun, because he knew that this ancient magical creature and the cloak were the same, and they didn't like to be sent by others, and they were very resistant to becoming weak and small.

This is driven by their biological instincts to always show their strongest side to prevent being swallowed by other powerful existences. As the ultimate villain in mythology, the World Serpent, I'm afraid it is sicker than the cloak.

Unexpectedly, Jörmungandr said nothing, nimbly turned into a small snake no higher than the instep, and "whoosh" drilled into the hole.

Jörmungandr recognized who the personality trait Schiller was currently surfacing was.

This has to be said that one day Jörmungandr, who was full and sleepy, woke up and had a cramp, and fell directly from the top of the tower to the ground.

Then it found a hole in front of it, which looked pitch black. Jörmungandr was a bit curious, so it drilled in.

The snake went in vertically, and when it came out, it had become segments.

It was only after Greed fed it a massive wave of energy like an emergency treatment that it was saved. From then on, whenever Jormungandr saw any Shiler emerging from the ground, it would tuck its tail and run.

If it can't run, it closes its eyes and pretends to hibernate, although it is not cold in the high tower, but the snow drifts into its eyes.

Facts have proved that the snake's body structure is very suitable for hunting in narrow places. This garden gnome, which is no higher than a person's instep, is like a mouse to it. It opens its mouth and eats one in one bite, and it is crunchy when chewed.

Originally, Jörmungandr had no choice but to come out, but after eating the first gnome, it found that this thing was also composed of energy. Although it was not as pure as the energy that Greed stuffed into it, it also had a unique flavor and was a delicious little snack.

Jörmungandr has lived in Schiller's mind tower for several years and knows nothing else. It is sleepy when full, and hungry when awake. For eating, it is authentic.

Finding that this gnome tastes good, Jörmungandr's subjective initiative was fully mobilized. It crawled along the narrow cave, and saw any glowing creature was one bite, and the garden gnomes who were dredging the tunnel were chased and fled.

The wild instinct of Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, was also stimulated. The faster the prey fled, the more miserable the cry, the more delicious the food in the mouth, the more boiling the blood.

If it weren't for the family-friendly rating blocking the special effects, Jörmungandr would have entered the red-eye hunting state now.

A group of gnomes screamed and were driven to the ground, but the ground was not peaceful either. The God Tree Broccoli and the tree demons were fighting inextricably. The dust of their battle fell on the head of a garden gnome, which was a comet, and was smashed and screamed again.

The garden gnomes saw that there was nowhere to hide, and could only run wildly toward the hall. Because their size was too small, the vines and ice-cold wheat set up by Pamela couldn't stop them, and they drilled directly from the gaps of the plants.

After coming to the hall, they started to dance and shout. The Black Panther looked to the side, and the lion walked up and started to communicate with the garden gnomes through roaring.

The Hippo Goddess acted as a translator in the middle, and the group finally understood that the garden gnomes were the original residents of the garden. The skeletons and zombies outside wanted to seize their home, and they thought these humans were also invaders, so they would deal with them.

Now the elders of the garden gnomes asked humans to help them take back the land. In order to express their gratitude, they were willing to tell humans the secret of this mansion.

Clark nodded immediately and said, "So that's it. Anyway, they have no resistance, we might as well..."

But Bruce slowly squinted his eyes.

"Have you seen an animated movie with such a plot? The protagonist makes many good friends along the way, and at the last critical moment, either the key to the door is lost, or the escape route is cut off, and then the protagonist team discovers that there is a traitor among them."

"You are a bit too dark." Stark looked at him and said, "Although I know you are also Batman, this makes no sense..."

"As long as you are not blind, you can see that we are hostile to the zombies and skeletons outside, so why do they still destroy our defensive facilities?"

"And even if they don't come to ask us, we have already eliminated the skeletons and zombies almost, if their wish is to take back the garden, then hiding back in their home and waiting for the good news of victory is the best choice, why don't they do that?"

Stark and Strange looked at each other again, and the approximate expression could be summarized as "You guys from DC are really too dark."

"Drive them to the backyard." Bruce gave Diana a wink, and Diana immediately pulled Clark away.

Strange also had no good feelings for this kind of non-human creature. A bright magic radiance exploded in front of the garden gnomes, and they screamed and ran toward the back door.

The pond side also went very smoothly. Just now, the animal god vulture had flown over and put a large amount of large-leaf algae into the pond. In addition to solving the gnomes on the ground, it also solved the sea monsters lurking at the bottom of the water.

The sea monsters with long mermaid tails and sharp teeth hadn't floated up to use their singing to hypnotize the group, and were rolled up by the large-leaf algae and swung a big windmill. By the time they floated up, they were already belly up, like a dead fish.

The God Tree Broccoli side also basically won. The size gap between the two sides was still a bit too large. The giant tree demons were basically not the enemy of broccoli.

And the person who contributed the most in this battle was Greed. He didn't go out to fight, because he had more important things to do, which was to hold down Pride who wanted to poke his head out to take a look.

If Pride was allowed to surface, the whole battle would probably be the opposite of family-friendly.

With more and more enemies eliminated, more and more light points gathered in the statue area, and Walt Disney's face became clearer and clearer. Schiller even saw the statue of this man smile at him.

Dong—dong—dong—

The mansion bell tower rang the dull bell again. The ghosts that appeared first gathered toward the center of the garden. The group thought they would launch an attack, but when a song of inexplicable sadness sounded, blurred black and white pictures flashed across the eyes of the group.

Chicago in 1909 was like a faded, yellowed old photo. Two little boys wearing plaid shirts and suspenders, wearing black berets, rode bicycles to deliver newspapers to their neighbors.

They competed to see who rode faster. The one who lost had to tell a ghost story. The thinner little boy never won against his brother, so in front of the neighbor's mailbox, he told a ghost story.

"In the south of Florida, there is a haunted big house. We all call it the Ghost Manor. Inside live the Ghost Master, the Ghost Lady, their pair of children, and the Ghost Guard Stard.

One day, because of repaying debts and not being well-off, the Grayson family bought this place, and on the first day they came here, at 3:00 AM, the big bell in the bell tower rang..."

The childish voice of the little boy gradually became mature, and then became old and thick.

"I never told Roy that that story wasn't heard from the neighbors, but made up by myself."

"In that story, the big garden in front of the Ghost Manor became the place where ghosts were most frequent, because I had gone to the rich area to repair the lawn for the manor owner, so I knew what their garden looked like, and the real details I depicted scared my brother."

"At that time, I only felt happy. This desire to tell stories kept growing in my heart. I once thought that stories were just stories, until I had the ability to turn them into reality."

"I began to conceive a huge dream world. It would be much larger than the Disney park I built in California. It would carry the childhood memories of a generation, and I could use it to tell them all my stories."

"Until after I die, these interesting stories will also be passed down by word of mouth by parents, bringing joy to generation after generation."

The quiet narration turned into a slightly regretful sigh.

"Until the end, I realized that I might not be able to see the opening of this park. I know, I have to prepare early."

A breeze blew open the hotel window, the dark clouds outside the window dispersed, leaving a clear and blue night sky.

Between half-dream and half-awake, Loki used his hand to hold his long hair that was blown up, stood in front of the window, and asked blankly.

"Who are you?"

When he woke up in shock, he realized that he had stood in front of the window in the Asgard palace and asked the same question. At that time, the person who answered him called himself Loki, the God of Stories. ===== CHAPTER 1991 =====