"Ink, have you also seen the Black King Gnar?" Peter said after waking up from his dream.
The replying voice rang directly from Peter's mind: "Of course, do you think you can see it too?"
Peter nodded: "It's possible that Gnar is summoning you symbionts. His whispers also entered my spiritual world, but I quickly eliminated him."
The head liquefied with ink emerged from Peter's body: "Our Lord has not fully awakened yet, this is just his raving. But I did subtly feel the connection with the nest at a certain moment, and then this connection was interrupted again. .”
This is enough to prove that Nall is indeed showing signs of awakening.
Peter was a little worried. In ancient times, the evil god Nar also tried to invade the earth. Thor, the god of thunder, defeated him, but now Thor can no longer lift his war hammer. Peter is not sure whether he still has the ability to defeat Nar.
Perhaps sensing Peter's emotions, Mo Mo said: "The strength of our Lord is undoubted, and He has no obvious weaknesses. Ordinary means cannot kill God, but He can be resurrected. Even if you really kill Nar, There will also be a new King in Black born.”
"But don't worry, when our Lord conquers this world, I will beg Him to spare your life."
Hearing Mo Mo's comforting words, Peter laughed dumbly: "Let's forget it. I don't think there is anything worth living in the world ruled by Gnar. Although I hate politicians very much, even if the President of the United States comes to do this, I’m afraid they are more suitable than Gnar.”
Mo Mo said angrily: "Don't slander my Lord's wisdom."
Peter said: "Take your favorite chocolate as an example. You must know that chocolate is made in a factory, and factories are created under a sound system to improve productivity. Do you think your boss understands the market? Does he understand business? He doesn’t even understand chocolate. Under Gnar’s rule, you can only live in a world without chocolate.”
This sounds very sad.
Ink didn't know how to refute it for a moment, but after thinking about it, it actually felt that Peter's words made sense.
These chocolates are all products of civilization. When they fought under Gnar, the symbionts lived like savages who drank hair and blood, and most often ate other people's brains.
Chocolate or human brain, it’s a tough choice.
It was a little surprised when it thought of this. It seemed that it had been influenced by Peter. First it liked eating chocolate, then it became obsessed with the Internet, and finally it was treated as a toy by Mei Dai from time to time. It actually went crazy without being angry.
Since possessing Peter Parker, ink has never eaten his brain again, and even it rarely mentions it.
Could it be that Peter Parker was subtly controlling my emotions... After this thought appeared, Ink felt all over his body, and he had been affected to this extent without knowing it.
Peter found that Mo Mo's eyes when he looked at him suddenly became frightened. Mo Mo said firmly: "I will not betray my Lord. If you have any sugar-coated bullets, just come over. Don't try to bribe me with chocolates. Lots and lots of chocolates." , the triangular shape, with milk added, preferably chilled in the refrigerator... sizzling."
Helplessly, Peter held his forehead and said, "If you want to eat chocolate, just go and find it in the refrigerator."
He felt that Mo Mo didn't pay attention to what he said at all. He heard the word "chocolate" in such a long sentence, and his attention was completely lost on the key points.
In the comics, after finding a host, the symbiotes will be influenced by the host's brilliance and turn from darkness to light, but Ink is still loyal to Gnar and worships the so-called god of symbiotes.
This made Peter wonder if the radiance on his body was too bright for Ink's blind eyes to feel.
Anyway, Nal's crisis didn't know how to solve it for a while, so Peter decided to continue sleeping. After all, Nal was sleeping too.
Ink is debating whether to eat the chocolate in the refrigerator. If he eats it, he will feel that he has betrayed the God of the symbiote and fallen into an unjust situation.
Peter got back into the warm bed and sighed that he was really omnipotent in the dream. In a daze, he heard the sound of the refrigerator door being opened. Although the person who had opened the refrigerator had been very careful, Peter His hearing is extraordinary.
In the early morning of the next day, the storm last night did not have much impact on the world. The citizens of New York City did not even know that there was a terrifying enemy awakening in the distant outer space.
People live their lives as usual and are busy working.
When Peter went out today, he met his old acquaintance, the Venom symbiote and his host Eddie.
Peter was not surprised by their appearance. They must have come because they felt the crisis of Nall's awakening.
Eddie did not transform into Venom. After all, he was in public now and he could not scare others at will.
He wore an ordinary blue sweatshirt, put the hood of the sweatshirt on his head, lowered his head and blended in with the crowd, and then quietly followed Peter Parker on his way to work among the crowd.
Eddie felt that he had done enough concealment, but Peter had discovered them long ago. His spider sense did not sound, but his anti-reconnaissance ability was equally sharp.
So at an intersection, Peter cleverly pretended to turn left, and then hid in a breakfast shop.
Eddie quickly picked up the pace and squeezed out of the crowd. They looked around and couldn't find any trace of Peter. They thought they had lost him when Peter appeared from behind them.
"Eddie, why are you following me again? I remember telling you not to do this last time." Peter said coldly.
Eddie Brock turned around in surprise and said, "We are in big trouble regarding the symbiote. Last night..."
Peter interrupted him: "I know what you are going to say, is it right about the evil god Nar?"
"Yes, all symbiotes should hear his call."
"That's the murmur of the evil god Nar in his dream."
On the busy street, the conversation between the two of them was like that of a psychopath and a lunatic. Passers-by looked sideways, wondering why someone was chatting on the roadside, and the content was still unusual.
