"They're definitely coming."
The Charnhorst warship was brightly lit.
A black-robed wizard stared at the table in front of him and said with a trembling voice.
There was a wet stick on the table. It was a black-rosewood wand. The other wizards paced around the table anxiously, like fledglings before a storm.
Manse sat coldly on a chair in the distance, holding a letter in his hand. The letter had just been sent from the Imperial Wizard Association in Berlin. The higher-ups of the association already knew about the disappearance of the three wizards.
Although it was noon, the surface of the Atlantic Ocean was dark. Thick, ink-like clouds hovered low in the sky. The last storm of summer was coming, and no one could stop it.
"If they're coming."
The black-robed wizard repeated loudly. He gritted his teeth and looked at Manse. "Anker's death has nothing to do with us, do you understand?"
Mance glanced at him, but made no attempt to acknowledge him.
If these motley crew were promised benefits, they would flock to him. But when faced with problems, they would also scatter, especially when it was a matter of life and death.
He had no intention of condemning these people. Birds of a feather flocked together. Those who could attract him were naturally people who were similar to him. Condemning them was no different from condemning himself. But it seemed that he had to solve the current crisis before he could continue with his plan.
"I knew this plan wasn't reliable."
Another wizard said, "I don't want to joke about my future. I quit. What happened before has nothing to do with me. You can do whatever you want from now on."
Manse raised an eyebrow. "Relax, my friend. You haven't even found Anker's body. Are you in such a hurry to sentence him to death? "
"But we found his wand. It's been a week. Even a god would die of thirst after floating on the sea for a week without a wand."
"If there's no food, he can catch fish. If there's no fresh water, he can drink his own urine. There are many ways to survive. Even a Muggle can survive on a plank for more than a month. Can't a wizard do it?"
"Save those words for the Kleist family!"
The wizard threw the letter in front of the Manse. "As far as I know, they are already on their way."
Then, with a crackling sound, the Mirage disappeared from the room.
The eerie sea breeze made the chandelier in the cabin sway. The shadows behind them were like ferocious living creatures. The rest of the Magi looked at each other in fear.
"Is there anyone else who wishes to leave?"
Manse pointed outside. "It's going to rain."
Another sorcerer stood out and gritted his teeth.
"Although your plan is very tempting, we haven't seen any results after so long. Not only did we not catch Lemour, but we also lost two of our teammates. So, I'm sorry." After saying this, he also disappeared into thin air with Mirage.
This action was like pushing down a domino. Almost all of the Black Robes instantly disappeared from the cabin with Mirage. In the end, only a female Black Robe was left. She looked at Manse with a troubled expression.
The team fell apart, but Manse did not show any signs of panic. He slowly stood up from his chair and said to the female Black Robe.
"If you don't have the confidence, just leave. Why are you still dawdling?"
"Why aren't you leaving? I mean, aren't you afraid? "
The female Black Robe asked. "That's Athos Kleist. He can send you to the most remote colony with just one order. You will never be able to return to the political center of the Empire."
"Because I think the situation is still under control."
Manse said calmly.
The female Black Robe shook her head.
"You've overestimated yourself, Mance. No matter what, you're just a Muggle. Although Sir Grindelwald admires your way of doing things and has given you a high level of authority, it doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want in the association.
Now that Dominic is dead and Aldo and Anker are missing, I think the smartest thing to do is to return to Berlin with us and admit your mistakes. "
The smartest thing to do …
Manse looked at his own reflection on the transparent glass in front of him. His lips curled into an undetectable sneer. But the sneer disappeared in an instant. He said gently, "Thank you for your kindness, Oli. But I have decided to stay on this ship."
"Then take care."
The woman in the black robe sighed and disappeared with her Phantom Shift.
In the blink of an eye, Manse was the only one left in the cabin that had been noisy just a moment ago.
The waves outside the window were getting higher and higher. Even the legendary Scharnhorst was swaying in the waves.
He looked at the empty hall, stretched his back, and casually walked to the wine rack. He poured himself two glasses of wine, sighed, and muttered to himself, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"If it's really as powerful as you say, can you escape?"
Just as he finished speaking.
The crackling sound of Mirage's Mirage teleportation echoed in the cabin again. Black smoke dissipated in the air. The Black Robe Sorcerers who had left earlier had all returned.
However, behind each of their collars stood a Magus in a red robe.
The Red Robe Sorcerer at the front was even holding one in his left hand and another in his right.
A few strands of white hair poked out from his neatly trimmed beard. His chest was covered with medals, and his gray eyes were stern and merciless. He looked to be about fifty years old, the golden age of a Sorcerer.
After landing, he let go of his hands. The two Black Robe Sorcerers collapsed to the ground.
He did not even look at them as he stepped over the Black Robe Sorcerer. He strode to the table in the middle of the hall and looked down at the wet Black Thorny Rosewood Magic Staff on the table.
He said in a deep voice, "Before I find my son, no one is allowed to leave."
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.....
The Dream Space was vast and boundless. In the middle, there were candles that looked like forests and tall buildings. The brightness of the candles was enough to blind a human's eyes. Anker's eyes were red and swollen. He had to be very close to see the three people in front of him.
"How did you … become like this?" Aldo looked at the hundred-meter-tall giant in front of him in shock.
"Ha, are you afraid of me now?" The One-Armed Giant Anker laughed. "That's not shameful, because I am a nightmare!"
"What does that mean?"
"My dear, I have become one with it. It can no longer hurt me."
Aldo was dumbfounded. "You join me just because you can't beat it. You are too realistic."
"I don't mind if you join us, Aldo. Once I kill this guy, I'll let you and me merge into one, for the sake of our past relationship. As for you … "He turned his mountainous head towards Huo Fa." You … Did I ever tell you that I hate dark places? " He lay in front of Hoffa, his voice full of endless hatred. "Did I tell you that we should work together to leave this place?"
The breath blew through his hair like a hurricane. Hoffa was covered in cold sweat. His face was pale as he leaned against a towering torch. The giant's huge eyes were less than half a meter away from him. He could clearly see his own reflection in them.
He wanted to see Anker die, because when this guy was awake, he was undoubtedly an extremely difficult opponent to deal with. But he could never have imagined that after entering the dark underground, Anker would choose to commit suicide and become one with the nightmare.
"Yes, you did tell me."
The nightmare Anker said, "I told you, and you forced me to enter the darkness alone. You cruel, heartless, cold-blooded beast. You selfish, arrogant, vicious bastard!"
"Are you talking about yourself?" He gritted his teeth to calm himself down. "What's the difference between us?"
Boom!!
The giant torch behind him was broken by the giant's slap. Debris flew everywhere, and charcoal fell from the sky like a meteor. Chloe couldn't take it anymore. She covered her eyes and screamed, "End it, I can't take it anymore!"
"You have a sharp tongue!" The giant roared. "You dare to ask what's the difference between us?"
Boom!!
It was another frightening strike. The giant pulled out its arm and swept it across. All the braziers in this spacious space were smashed to the ground. The orange charcoal danced in the air, and the raging fire instantly burned the ground.
Chloe covered her head and screamed. She was on the verge of breaking down. Aldo dragged her up.
"Miss Lemour, run!"
He dragged Chloe and ran away, while Hoffa ran in the opposite direction. Anker chased after Hoffa without hesitation. His hatred for Hoffa was obviously higher than the other two.
"The Muggles' leader is a guest of my family. Grindelwald and my father are friends. When I was born, even your headmaster wanted to send gifts."
His huge body easily caught up with Huo Fa. He raised his hand and smashed down heavily, causing the ground to shake. Hoffa was thrown high into the air by the shaking that was comparable to a magnitude 10 earthquake. He only had time to grab a stone spike flying in the air before Anker grabbed him by the waist.
"Tell me, is there a difference between us?"
He clenched his fist and grabbed Hoffa. A huge force clamped down on his lower body. Hoffa's face was red with blood. He felt that his intestines might have been squeezed out, or had already been squeezed out.
"Let go … or I'll …"
"What do you want, Bach?"
"I want to be in your hands," Hoffa said with difficulty.
The giant loosened his grip slightly. Hoffa was just about to catch his breath when he tightened his grip again, even more forcefully than before. The giant laughed mockingly. "Today, even if you're a pile of shit, I'll eat you up."
"Why?" Hoffa smiled helplessly. "We didn't even know each other before."
"Everyone goes from knowing each other to not knowing each other, but that doesn't mean that everyone can be friends. You were the one who handed Lemour over to me, and nothing happened to her, yet you insist on going against me."
"Even if I give Lemour to you, can you take her out?" Hoffa said with difficulty.
"Why do you care? Why should I care? I can do whatever I want. I can eat if I want. I can kill if I want. I can play if I want. I can fuck if I want. Why do you care what I want her for? "
"Anker, wake up. Do you remember our agreement? You lead the way, and I'll take you out. Now I have a clue. "
"Where to?"
"Back to reality, Anker."
"Hahahaha …" The giant laughed mockingly. "What is reality, Bach? Can the real world be like here, where you can do whatever you want? "
He reached out and the right arm that he had eaten grew back instantly. He pointed at the ground with the new arm.
The charcoal on the ground turned into countless sparkling diamonds.
He pointed again, and the smoke dancing in the air turned into groups of naked beauties. They were enchanting and charming, and they were humming a pleasant song.
Nightmare Aldo pointed again, and the beauties turned into plates of bloody delicacies decorated with green leaves amidst the pleasant singing.
"Here, I can do whatever I want. I am God." Nightmare Anker looked at Hoffa in his hand proudly. "Think about it. How would God torture a demon? Should I tear off your balls and stuff them in your mouth, or should I let you burn to ashes in a raging fire? "
He let go of Hoffa and hung him upside down on the top of the torch.
The flame licked his back and singed his hair.
"No, you're not God," Hoffa said with sweat all over his head.
"You always like to play the devil."
"Unless you prove it to me," Hoffa said.
"What do you want to see?" Nightmare Anker dipped him in the flame and shook him. "I don't mind playing with you for a while."
Before he was scalded bald, Hoffa roared. "Can you create a corridor that you can't even enter? If you can, I will acknowledge your achievements. Then, even if you want to kill me, I will accept it! "
Nightmare Anker picked him up from the fire and stared at his face with his red eyes. "Oh, of course I can, Bach!"
He raised his hand and pointed.
A corridor appeared in the vast space. It was dark, as tall as a man, and led to the unknown.
"Do you see that? Now you can die with your heart in your mouth."
Hoffa shook his head. "Nightmares have corrupted your mind, Anker. If you can't even enter, how can you be an omnipotent god?"
Nightmare Anker was stunned, as if he was petrified.
While Anker was confused by this classic paradox, Hoffa pulled out the stone spike he had picked up earlier and pressed it down hard. The stone spike pierced deep into Nightmare Anker's nail.
The giant screamed in pain and let go of his hand.
Hoffa fell through the gap between his fingers and landed on the ground, his chest tight and his breath short. Before he could catch his breath, he rushed to Chloe and Aldo, who were hiding in the corner. He pulled Chloe up and rushed into the corridor that Anker had created.
Aldo turned around and looked at the Berserk Nightmare, Anker. "You're really something …"
Not long after the three disappeared into the corridor, Nightmare Anker finally regained a bit of his sanity.
"Bitch, you dare to trick me!"
The whole space was set ablaze by his anger. His body became smaller and smaller, but his terrifying aura was rising. He used his hands and feet to follow the three people in front of him into the narrow corridor.
"Hurry up, run faster!"
In the corridor, Huo Fa urged anxiously. Occasionally, he would look back and see the guy crawling behind them, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ceiling, like a gecko chasing after a fly. Behind Ankerr, there was a blazing fire.
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