Chapter 2025 Lighting up the Dream in Your Heart (Twenty)
The bifurcation of the huge crown of the God Tree Broccoli Warrior formed a powerful fist. When standing in the center of the battlefield, it only needed one punch to knock a tree demon away.
The tree demon formed by the thick tree roots grinned and waved its arms made of sharp branches, constantly invading here, but the God Tree Broccoli first punched down, swept his right arm, and threw the three tree demons that had just pounced into the distance.
The other arm grabbed the root of a slender tree demon, first smashed it on the ground, and then chopped it like a weapon. For a while, there were flying branches, falling leaves and screams of tree demons everywhere.
After the zombies were almost cleared, the passage to the pond and the cemetery was also opened. Several people were divided into two groups, responsible for different areas, and began to collect light at the fastest speed.
The area near the pond is the territory of the garden goblins. These guys are short and have low combat effectiveness, but the most troublesome thing is that they can dig holes. Once they are approached, they will immediately dig holes and escape, so fast that several people can't see clearly.
Moreover, Clark, who flew into the sky, found that these little guys had already spread the tunnels all over the front yard of the garden while they were dealing with the skeleton zombies before, and were now digging the roots of the defense facilities in the hall.
This certainly cannot be solved with cabbage, because the size of the garden gnomes is actually much smaller than cabbage, and it is not realistic to bombard them with wheat, because that will damage their own defense facilities.
Although the cloak can get in, the space is too small, and it can't be used at all in it, and no matter how Strange persuades it, it is unwilling to go in. Although the dung beetle can also get in, its body structure is indeed not suitable for fighting, and it is destined to be beaten when facing hundreds of garden gnomes.
Everyone looked at each other, and I looked at you. I really didn't expect that this seemingly least threatening guy was actually the most difficult to deal with, but at this time Schiller waved to everyone and said.
"Please move aside. Someone has woken up."
"What..."
Bruce had just asked this question when he turned around and saw a huge vertical pupil staring at him coldly. An extremely huge snake head appeared in the air, blocking the door of the front hall, and was constantly spitting out its tongue.
"Jörmungandr?" Strange called tentatively.
The big snake Jörmungandr snorted coldly. Strange looked it up and down and found that this guy was really living a good life with Schiller. His body was full of energy and his body was more than three times larger than before.
According to legend, Jörmungandr is a giant python that coiled around the earth, but if it continues to eat like this, it will not be a problem to coil around the sun.
But now the big body is useless, so Schiller pointed to the ground and the entrance of the garden goblin's hole, asking Jörmungandr to become smaller and get in to eat the goblin.
Strange had planned to watch the fun, because he knew that this ancient magical creature was the same as the cloak, and didn't like being ordered around, and was even more disgusted with becoming weaker and smaller.
This was their biological instinct that drove them to always show their strongest side to prevent being swallowed by other powerful beings. As the ultimate villain in the myth, the Midgard Serpent, it was probably sicker than the cloak.
Unexpectedly, Jörmungandr said nothing, and turned into a small snake that was no higher than the top of the foot, and swooped into the hole.
Jörmungandr recognized who Schiller's personality was now floating.
This also means that one day, Jörmungandr, who slept after eating, had cramps when he woke up 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 little curious, so he got in.
The snake went in vertically, and when it came out, it had become a segment.
It was only after Greedy fed it a large amount of energy that it was saved. From then on, when Jörmungandr saw any Schiller coming out of the ground, he would run away with his tail between his legs.
If he really couldn't run, he would close his eyes and pretend to hibernate. Although it was not cold in the tower, the snow drifted into his eyes.
It turned out that the body structure of snakes is very suitable for hunting in a narrow place. This little goblin, which is not much taller than a person's feet, is like a mouse to it. It can eat one in a mouthful, and it is also crunchy when chewed.
Originally, Jörmungandr had no choice but to come out, but after eating the first goblin, it found that this thing is actually made of energy. Although it is not as refined as the energy that Greedy stuffed into it, it also has a unique flavor and is a delicious snack.
In the past few years that Jörmungandr has lived in Schiller's thinking tower, he doesn't know anything else. He gets sleepy when he is full and hungry when he wakes up. When it comes to eating, he is very particular.
After finding that the goblin tasted good, Jörmungandr's subjective initiative was fully mobilized. He crawled along the narrow cave and swallowed any luminous creature he saw. The garden goblins that were still dredging the tunnel were chased and fled everywhere.
As a mid-world python, Jörmungandr's beast instinct was also aroused. The faster the prey fled, the more miserable it cried, and the more delicious the food in its mouth was, the more excited it became.
If it weren't for the family-friendly rating that hindered the special effects, Jörmungandr would have entered the red-eyed hunting state.
A group of goblins were driven to the ground screaming, but the ground was not peaceful. The sacred tree broccoli and the tree demon were fighting hard. A dust from their battle fell on the head of the garden goblin, which was like a comet, and was smashed and screamed.
The garden goblins saw that there was nowhere to hide, so they could only run towards the hall. Because they were too small, the vines and ice wheat set up by Pamela could not stop them, and they directly drilled through the gaps in the plants.
After arriving in the hall, they began to dance and shout while jumping. The black panther looked to the side and saw the lion walked up and began to communicate with the garden goblins by roaring.
The hippopotamus goddess acted as a translator in the middle, and the few people figured out that the garden goblins were the natives of the garden. The group of skeletons and zombies outside wanted to rob their homes. They thought that these humans were also invaders, so they would deal with them.
Now the elders of the garden goblins asked humans to help them take back the land. In order to express their gratitude to them, they were willing to tell humans the secret of this mansion.
Clark nodded immediately and said, "So that's how it is. Anyway, they have no ability to resist. Why don't we..."
But Bruce narrowed his eyes slowly.
"Have you ever seen cartoons with such plots? The protagonist made many good friends along the way, and at the last critical moment, either the key to open the door was lost or the escape route was cut off, and then the protagonist team found out that there was a traitor among them."
"You are a bit too dark." Stark looked at him and said, "Although I know you are also Batman, this doesn't make 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 want to destroy our defense facilities?"
"And even if they don't come to us to beg us, we have almost eliminated the skeletons and zombies. If their wish is to take back the garden, then hiding in their homes and waiting for the good news of victory is the best choice. Why don't they do this?"
Stark and Strange looked at each other again, and the general expression can be summarized as "You DC is really too dark."
"Drive them to the backyard." Bruce winked at Diana, and Diana immediately pulled Clark away.
Strange had no good feelings towards this non-human creature. A ball of shining magic light exploded in front of the garden goblins, and they screamed and ran towards the back door.
The pond was also progressing smoothly. The animal god vulture had just flown over and put a large amount of giant algae into the pond. In addition to solving the goblins on the ground, it also solved the sirens lurking under the water.
The sirens with long mermaid tails and sharp teeth were wrapped by the giant algae and swung like a windmill before they floated up to hypnotize everyone with their singing. When they floated up, their belly was facing up, like a dead fish.
The sacred tree broccoli also basically won. The size difference between the two sides was still a bit too big. The giant tree demon was basically not a match for broccoli.
The person who contributed the most in this battle was of course greed. He did not go out to fight because he had more important things to do, which was to suppress the arrogance that wanted to stick his head out to take a look.
If arrogance were allowed to surface, the entire battle would probably be the opposite of a family-friendly one.
As more and more enemies were eliminated, more and more light spots gathered in the statue area, and Walt Disney's face became clearer and clearer. Schiller even saw the statue of this man smiling at him.
Dang-dang-dang-
The dull bells rang again in the mansion clock tower, and the first ghosts gathered towards the center of the garden. Everyone thought they would attack, but when an inexplicably sad ballad sounded, everyone's eyes quickly passed by a blurry black and white picture.
Chicago in 1909 was like a faded and yellowed old photo. Two little boys wearing plaid shirts, suspenders, and black berets rode bicycles to deliver newspapers to their neighbors.
They competed to see who rode faster, and the loser had to tell a ghost story. The thinner boy didn't beat his brother, so he told a ghost story in front of the neighbor's mailbox.
"There is a haunted house in the south of Florida. We call it Ghost Manor. There live the ghost owner, the ghost lady, their two children, and the ghost guard Starr.
One day, Mr. Grayson's family, who were not well-off due to debt repayment, bought this place. On the first day here, at three o'clock in the morning, the big bell in the clock tower rang..."
The voice of the young boy gradually became mature, and then became old and deep.
"I never told Roy that the story was not told by my neighbors, but I made it up myself."
"In that story, the big garden in front of Ghost Manor became the most haunted place, because I went to the rich area to trim the lawn for the owner of the manor, so I knew what their garden looked like, and the real details I described scared my brother."
"At that time, I just felt happy. This desire to tell stories kept growing in my heart. I thought that stories were just stories until I had the ability to turn them into reality."
"I began to imagine a huge fantasy world, which will be much bigger than the Disneyland I built in California. It will carry the childhood memories of a generation, and I can use it to tell them all my stories."
"Until I die, these interesting stories will be passed down by my parents, bringing joy to generations of people."
The quiet narration turned into a sigh of regret.
"Until the end, I realized that I might not be able to see the opening of this park. I knew that I had to prepare early."
A breeze blew open the window of the hotel, and the dark clouds outside the window dissipated, leaving a clear blue night sky.
Half asleep and half awake, Loki held his long hair that was blown up by the wind with his hands, and asked in a daze standing in front of the window.
"Who are you?"
When he woke up, he suddenly realized that he had asked the same question in front of the window in the Fairy Palace of Asgard. The person who answered him at that time called himself Loki, the God of Stories.