Chapter 259

All the way up the stairs, Hoffa shuttled between the swaying gears and the diffuse steam, and beside him was the gray pipe that spewed smoke from time to time.

The night was in full swing, his five senses were as keen as a beast, and the nun's smell became more and more obvious. He tapped to the ground without making a sound.

For some reason, after seeing the three-ring scar on his chest, the female vampire followed him every step of the way. She was clinging to the ceiling, like a big bat, crawling while holding the gray pipe, to avoid those who came from time to time. Soldiers emerging from the corner, holding guns, hurriedly walking.

Hoffa couldn't understand why she followed behind him, but he didn't mean to ask, maybe the power he got from the God of Night made her feel kind? Maybe she wanted to find the real culprit who destroyed the family, but as long as it didn't hinder him, he didn't care.

As the altitude gradually rose, as he got closer and closer to his final goal, the smoke in the blockhouse became thicker and denser, and there were many faint scales on the wall of the gray pipe, which were vague, seemingly real and unreal. A strange sound appeared in Hoffa's ears.

It was the ticking of the clock.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

There was some sort of weird murmur mixed in with it.

"one two three four five six seven"

It was as if someone was counting with their fingers next to their ears.

But when he carefully identified this sound, he found that it was just some kind of auditory hallucination, like glass marbles on the roof, which appeared occasionally, but disappeared when he listened carefully.

"one two three four five six seven"

The sound repeated, and Hoffa turned the last corner close to Chloe's breath.

He saw a man standing in the dense fog with his back turned to him. He was tall, wearing a black suit, and holding a weird big black umbrella. Under the big black umbrella was a shawl and free and easy pure white hair.

Before he had time to think about why someone was holding an umbrella indoors, Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

My former teacher, Grindelwald. He was actually standing in front of him holding an umbrella! ?

The adrenaline instantly overwhelmed everything, the three rings on his chest turned bright red, and even countless needle-like feathers protruded from every corner of his body.

"Grindelwald!!"

Roaring in his heart, he rushed over like a flash of lightning, and his arm turned into a giant sword.

swish.

With one slash, he went straight through Grindelwald's body. The touch feels thin, no different from cutting through the air.

Boom boom boom.

His heart rate gradually slowed down, and he looked back carefully. Grindelwald's eyes were not on himself at all, he was just concentrating on counting, and Grindelwald in front of him was younger than when he taught himself.

It was all a fog, some kind of illusion.

The changes in Hoffa's body gradually disappeared, and he regained his composure, standing still and watching.

In this illusion that appeared for no reason, Grindelwald held a black umbrella and stood in a completely unknown position. Kneeling in front of him were seven or eight young people, some in wizard's clothes, some in Muggle uniforms. But looking at their expressions, it seems that they have all experienced unimaginable torture, and there is not a single corner of their mouth that is not bloody.

"Nothing is eternal, everything is the void of the void." Grindelwald said: "Under the chaos, the face will eventually turn into dry bones, the sharp blade will rust away, and the empire will collapse in an instant. Nothing is eternal. .”

"Why are you doing this?"

asked one of the fallen men, looking up.

It was Mance Muller. He was wearing the clothes of a low-ranking sergeant, and his appearance was much younger than now, but his immature face was full of despair, "Let us know that this world is meaningless to you. What's the benefit?"

"Knowing meaninglessness, or surrendering to meaninglessness, or struggling to find my own meaning, I don't want to surrender yet."

He pulled out his wand from his pocket, and a bright green light spewed out from the black elder wand. The light split into seven transparent arms in the air, and each arm held down the head of one of them. Transparent light spots overflowed from their seven orifices and flew into the Elder Wand, "From now on, no one can kill you, go, find the only eternal thing, let me see your final Answer."

The smoke disappeared, and Hoffa couldn't help clenching his fists. If nothing else, this should be Mance's memory. In this way, this Muggle is somewhat similar to his own experience. They have also experienced the devastation and torture of Grindelwald, and they also have their own beliefs, but they believe in different things.

The female vampire who had been following Hoffa also saw the scene in front of her. She jumped off the gray pipe she had been clinging to and walked to Hoffa. "What is this?" She asked curiously.

"Why do you always follow me?"

Hoffa asked back.

"Are you going to avenge my people? If you are not the murderer, you must know the identity of the murderer, right?"

Hoffa shook his head, then nodded slowly again, "I do know."

"Then take me, I'll be with you." The female vampire said immediately.

Hoffa shook his head, didn't answer, just walked forward along the pipe. Every time he goes up one floor, he can see some miscellaneous illusions. These visions were very weird, some belonged to Mance, some belonged to Chloe, and he even saw the church and priest that Chloe had nightmares in the nightmare world, as if some kind of weird fusion was happening in this gunhouse occur.

He was getting more and more uneasy.

Passing through the last layer of illusion, he came to the top floor of the Scharnhorst battleship. In the darkness, he finally saw the nun after a long absence.

This is a place similar to an operating room, surrounded by weird surgical tools, and she is sitting on an iron chair in the center of the room, her feet are fixed by iron shackles, her arms are spread out in a cross, and she is lowered. Head down. There are many on the arm that are connected by catheters, blood flows from the arms into the catheters, and then extends from the catheters into the unknown darkness. That was where the smell of blood he smelled was coming from.

Hoffa walked quickly to Chloe, sat down on a half-kneel, and patted the nun's cheek.

"Hey how are you?"

There was no response, and the hands were cold.

His heart stopped beating.

"The kind of thing I think can never happen," Hoffa told himself, before touching the nun's neck and pulse with the palm of his hand. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, wake up, tell me what happened?"

He held Chloe's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

This time he used a little force, Chloe woke up slowly, raised his eyelids, but his pupils were very dilated. It was blindness caused by excessive blood loss,

"Is that you, Hoffa?" she asked, turning her ear toward him.

"it's me."

Hoffa's voice trembled.

Endless killing intent boiled in his chest.

"Ah, are we all dead?"

she asked in a daze.

"hateful!"

Seeing her like this, Hoffa's eyes became even more crimson. He knelt down and grabbed the dense tubes on her arm, about to pull them out.

"If I were you, I probably wouldn't do this."

Another familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the darkness. Hoffa immediately put down the catheter and stood up.

Mance's figure came out of the darkness little by little. He was tall and strong in a blue-black military uniform. He was dressed exactly the same as when we first met, and even his chest was intact.

The only difference is that Mance's eyes turned into the same silvery white color as when Chloe's magic power went berserk. It flickered in the dark, on and off.

"How did you survive?"

He looked at the ceiling, his head flickered quickly, and then he fixed it again, looking at Hoffa, "Oh, it turned out that he jumped into Rusfan's blood pool, so he saved his life."

"What did you do to her!?"

"I got the power I dreamed of, and her blood flows in my body." Mance's voice had a peculiar female voice, and even sounded like Chloe's speech. He turned around and pointed at his neck, and saw At the spine of his neck, there were also several catheters connected, and the blood flowing from Chloe's arm actually flowed into his body like this.

"If you ask me, I am one with her now. So, you don't have to kill me."

Hoffa strode forward, fist raised.

boom! !

The blow that contained extreme anger was so powerful that Mance's body and half of the gun tower were smashed into a huge explosive opening. Blood rained down, and he looked at his fist, panting. He hadn't been this upset in a year, and now he didn't want to hear any words come out of that guy's mouth.

"What's the point? Anger, violence, death, even emotion. They're all meaningless. In the face of time, even the meaning itself loses its meaning." Mance's elegant voice rang out again with a touch of disgust.

Hoffa was in a trance for a moment, and then he felt jerked in the stomach by some invisible hook, spiraling forward.

tick tock

In an instant, he found that Mance was nowhere to be seen, while he was still kneeling in front of Chloe, holding her arm, and Chloe raised her head slowly.

"Is that you, Hoffa?"

"it's me."

Hoffa answered subconsciously.

"Are we dead?"

She asked in a daze, exactly the same as a few seconds ago.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, staring at the darkness in the distance.

Sure enough, within a few seconds. Mance came out of the darkness again, admiring his palm with emotion: "See, this is the power of time, unpredictable, and in front of it, all power will lose its meaning."

He actually went back to a few seconds ago.

He looked at Mance in disbelief. This guy somehow transplanted Chloe's power into his body.

"Damn you!?"

Hoffa burst out cursing in Chinese, his right arm turned into a blade and disappeared in place. When it reappeared, Mance's head flew high, and it took a long time for the head to fall to the ground with a plop.

But just after doing all this, there was another round of dizziness.

He went back to the very beginning, kneeling in front of Chloe, staring into her lifeless eyes. Chloe asked, "Is that you, Hoffa?"

This time Hoffa couldn't answer anymore. He stood up suddenly with his hands looking at him, stepped back a few steps, and bumped into the female vampire Ji Liya, who supported him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hoffa touched his head and turned to look at the darkness.

The figure of Mance came out of the darkness for the third time. He smiled and said, "The speed is really fast. Lu Sifan collected the blood pool for most of his life, but it was absorbed by you. If I were him, I might die of anger .”

Click! !

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise.

Mance's whole body was directly split into coke by a blindingly bright red lightning. This flat mine almost blew up the entire room into blackness, the air was filled with ionized breath, the female vampire gasped, and the hairs on her head stood up one by one.

Hoffa's face was pale, his fingers were smoking, and the hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity almost drained half of his magic power.

Before he could put down his fingers, time and space were distorted again.

The fragments peeled off and retreated, like the power of law, irresistible at all. He returned to the nun again and knelt on the ground. Chloe raised her head slowly, "Is that you? Hoffa."

Hoffa learned how to behave, he shook Chloe's shoulder regardless, and shouted loudly: "Hey, wake up, tell me how to jump out quickly!!?"

The female vampire who just came in behind was stunned. From her perspective, Hoffa, who had just looked taciturn, became like a lunatic in the blink of an eye. If you don't understand.

The nun opened her mouth stupidly, and the saliva flowed down from being shaken.

In the darkness at the side, Mance, who had been electrocuted into charcoal, reappeared at the position where he appeared ten seconds ago. He patted his chest, smiled and said with a shocked look: "If it wasn't for me, a hundred wizards would have died."

Hoffa stood up and time went back to the past, but his magic power did not return to the past. This is his strongest and most covert attack method, he never believed that anyone would survive under this finger of death. But Mance did it, which made him feel desperate, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face, he stared at the man firmly, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, keep going, let's just play like this for a whole day gone."

"Do you really want to play for a day?"

Mance raised his head, and his head shook a few times like a twitch. "Time is so fair, we just stayed in the past for so long, it's time to go back to the future."

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding colors flowed at an extremely fast speed. It was black at first, then gray, and then white. Finally, the smoke dissipated, and a ray of sunlight shone through the window at the top of the tower. Hoffa managed to hold onto Chloe's chair so that he wouldn't fall to the ground. He looked at his chest, and the three-ring scar faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your time is up, Bach."

Mance said softly, "It's daytime."