"Hey, Aldo! Aldo, was it you who sent the signal? "
In the burning corridor, Chloe and Aldo were planning to leave the monastery, a place of trouble, when someone asked them from behind.
"Did you send the signal?"
Chloe turned around abruptly. There were several wizards standing on top of the corpses at the end of the corridor, holding wands.
Aldo immediately pressed down on Chloe's shoulder and pinned her arms behind her back. "Of course, did you see who I caught?" he asked with a smile.
As he spoke, he moved his feet without leaving a trace and blocked Nightmare Aldo's body.
The black robes took a closer look and smiled. "Well, it's you who caught the most important person. You're really lucky."
"This is called strength, how can it be called luck?"
Aldo's voice also became forthright.
"Alright, don't be so smug," the wizard said.
The wizard said, "Come on, Maans is waiting for you!"
When Black Robe turned around, he whispered into Crowley's ear in an indiscernible tone, "Don't be impulsive, Maans won't kill you. After we get through this hurdle, I'll secretly take you away."
Chloe did not reply. She did not have any hope at this moment. What was to come would come. In the dream, everything would only get worse, and she had no way to stop it.
The wizard in front raised his wand, and the explosions continued. They walked quickly through the courtyard and heard the air-raid sirens in the distance.
There were only a few torches in the hall, and the fire in the fireplace flickered, but most of the hall was shrouded in darkness. The bench was leaning against the wall, and there was no place to sit.
In the nightmare, Müller Manns sat high up at the lectern where the priest usually held Mass. He had already taken off his cloak. His exquisite German military uniform was an exquisite pocket watch. He looked at the time and smiled. "You've caught Lemmy. You're really on time. Aldo, I knew you were the best."
"These guys still wanted to protect her, but I killed them all."
Aldo let out a rough, ear-piercing laugh. "They overestimated themselves."
"You can't blame them. A Sorcerer who can control the power of spacetime only appears once in a few hundred years. Naturally, they have to protect him well."
Manse chuckled and said, "Bring her here and let me admire her."
Oldo pushed Chloe forward. When they passed by the shadow of the torches, he whispered behind her, "Don't be afraid. He won't do anything to you."
Crowley's head was dizzy. She saw people being driven into the monastery's hall one after another. The dark sorcerers used magic spells to drag them as though they were potatoes. The blazing red light emitted from the tip of the magic wand caused the people who were entangled to twist and turn crazily, foaming at the mouth and unable to scream.
Sister Sanessa was dragged out of the office. Her dress was torn in half, and she could only use her clenched fists to hold it together. Every step she took was a struggle.
Father Reid's face was covered in blood. He wanted to help, but he was mercilessly knocked to the ground by a Dark Sorcerer.
Chloe was pushed under the statue of God. In a daze, she felt that the crucified Jesus had a mocking smile on his face.
The Nightmare Manse smiled. "Ah, Miss Lemay, I've admired you for a long time. I can't wait to have a long talk with you. "
"Let them go," Chloe said numbly. She looked into the priest's and the nun's eyes. Even though she knew that everything was fake, she still did not want to see what would happen next.
The Nightmare Manse nodded. "Of course, but it depends on how cooperative you are." He rubbed his hands together and smiled like a merchant. He asked fervently in Chloe's ear, "Tell me, Miss Lemay, who will be the final winner of this war?"
Chloe was stunned. She looked up and met the priest's pained eyes. His mouth was sealed tightly, but he still looked at her and shook his head.
"Don't look at him," the Manse said. "Look at me!"
He grabbed Chloe's face tightly, his face full of desire and curiosity. He used so much force that his black glove was stuck in Chloe's mouth.
"Tell me, Almighty Time Controller, Miraculous Witch, tell me, who will be the final winner of this war? When will Hitler die? Will Grindelwald die in the end? Tell me, tell me now! "
"I don't know what you're talking about …"
The Nightmare Manse shook Chloe's head violently like a child shaking a piggy bank. "Tell me!"
"I really don't know."
Chloe was terrified.
The Nightmare Manse's expression turned cold. His red eyes turned back to a cold blue.
"I won't tell you."
He looked at Aldo.
Aldo squeezed out an ugly smile.
The Nightmare Manse took out his pistol and strode to Sister Sanessa. He aimed at the nun's head and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed, the crowd screamed, and the nun fell to the ground.
Aldo gripped Chloe's shoulders tightly, preventing her from making any movements.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Muller asked.
"I don't know," Chloe cried. "I've never seen anything like that!"
"Liar! These people have locked you up for so long. I don't believe that they didn't develop your abilities at all! "
"Enough!"
An angry roar came from afar. The priest, his face covered in blood, struggled to stand up. "Not everyone thinks that power is supreme. We live with her, just live together. We don't want to play with time. "
"Is that so? Then you're really stupid."
Then, he put the pistol to the priest's head.
"Since power is not that supreme to you, then you'll pay the price for the weak's creed."
Before Chloe could say no, a gunshot rang out. Blood drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed precisely on her face. Her eyes were blurred by blood. She could not see anything clearly.
"Kill them all?"
Someone asked.
The Manse said, "They are all enemies of the Empire. To show mercy to one's opponent was to be cruel to oneself. Leave no one alive. "
Green light flashed continuously.
When Chloe regained her vision, all the people in the monastery had fallen in a pool of blood. This was the tragedy that happened after she met Delfina. She did not see it directly at that time, but now the dream played it out in front of her eyes.
"Do you need me to bring her to the car?"
Aldo asked the Nightmare Manse respectfully.
The Nightmare Manse did not doubt him. "Bring her to the camp and return to Berlin tomorrow."
"As you wish."
Aldo pulled Chloe, who was like a walking corpse, all the way out of the monastery.
After arriving at the deserted Seine River, Chloe could not help but sob softly. Aldo patted her back. "It's all over. I'll find a boat later and take you away from here."
"It's all my fault."
She wiped her tears and choked.
"Why would you think that? I've killed hundreds of people and never thought about right or wrong. This is work, that's all."
"If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have died."
"Even without you, an ambitious person like the Manse would not have stopped. Why are you blaming yourself? Besides, it's already happened. There's no point in crying over what happened. "
"Then what would you do?"
"I would kill the Manse if I were you."
"I can't kill." Chloe shook her head. "This is God's request for me."
"Although I don't believe in God, I know that God must not only be kind. Kindness is not a sharp sword. It can't defeat the devil … Cough … Cough …"
He suddenly coughed. This time, it lasted for a long time.
After coughing, Aldo said hoarsely,
"Sometimes, I wonder why God created this world. Is it for people to live a peaceful life in it?
I don't think so. If he wanted people to live peacefully, why would he set them up to be so selfish and ambitious? He might as well set them up to be creatures like the dodo bird. Later on, I thought that maybe God's original intention was not kind. He did not need gentleness and salvation. All he needed was endless conflict … "
Clap clap clap!!
Applause came from behind, interrupting Aldo's consolation.
"I've worked with you for so many years, but I've never noticed that you have so many ideas in your little head, Aldo."
Aldo turned around as fast as lightning. The Nightmare Manse had returned. He held a gun and said eerily, "But how come I didn't see that you would be in cahoots with this kind of religious trash who only knows how to talk big?"
The black-robed wizards regrouped and surrounded the riverbank.
"How did you know!?" Aldo stood up and said in disbelief.
"Oh, I reminded him."
A man with a feminine smile came out of the crowd. He held a red apple in his hand and nibbled on it casually. "So, you killed your other self?"
It was Anker. He had returned to the size of a normal person, but his eyes were still burning with the flames of nightmares.
"Anker …" Aldo called out his name with difficulty.
"You can fool the Manse, but you can't fool me. I've already seen through your thoughts, my dear Aldo. You love her, don't you? "
The Nightmare Anker smiled at Chloe like a poisonous snake. "Unfortunately, this is the only level of repentance I have. Can you accept it?"
He brought the Nightmare Black Wizard closer step by step. His smile was full of sharp teeth. The gnawed apple turned into a sharp claw in his hand.
Aldo sighed and said to Chloe, "I'm sorry, Miss Lemay. This is all I can do."
With that, he pushed with all his might, pushing Crowley off the riverbank and into the surging waters of the Seine River.
.....
.....
The sky was filled with thick smoke. Black smoke rose from hundreds of bonfires in the distance. The black smoke covered the stars. On the banks of the Seine, flames covered the horizon and burned throughout the night. The huge flames were like orange spotlights that shone on the passing rain clouds. Even in the Dream World, there was the smell of ashes in the air.
Hoffa, who had returned to the Nightmare World, looked at the scene in front of him and was shocked speechless. Compared to when he left, this place had changed greatly.
What happened?
A gust of wind blew, and some broken newspaper pieces fluttered in the air. He walked on the street and picked up a newspaper from the ground.
The newspaper recorded the German army's search of monasteries and churches, and the killing of many Jewish priests and nuns. He put down the newspaper and picked up another piece of newspaper in the air. It recorded the same thing.
When he was in Paris, he had indeed heard of a massacre in a monastery, and the culprit was the Black Sorcerer. But very soon, that report sank into the sea and disappeared without a trace. After all, France was under German occupation, and any reports that discredited the Vichy government would be banned. He did not care. After all, in this era, there were all kinds of disasters and deaths every day.
But he did not think that this incident would be related to Chloe. Thinking about Chloe's bad attitude towards Aldo and the others, Hoffa's heart sank.
This incident would be difficult for anyone to overcome, not to mention a young girl who was not even 20 years old.
If the dark sorcerers had massacred the entire Taral Monastery in order to capture her, and she was the only survivor in the monastery, she would not accept any help from Aldo.
He threw away the newspaper and hurried to the monastery as fast as he could.
After reaching the monastery, it was eerily quiet. Under the night sky, only the flames burned silently.
The door was broken, and there were corpses everywhere. He looked at them one by one. Most of them died from the curse, and only a few were killed by gunshots.
His heart was beating like a drum. He was afraid that he would see the nun's lifeless eyes at a corner. The only consolation was that along the way, he did not see the nun's body, nor did he see any survivors.
Until he followed the thick blood to the Seine River, he heard someone calling out to him.
"Mr. Bach …?"
Following the voice, he saw a man leaning against the wall. He almost did not look human. It was just a lump of bloody flesh.
The moment he saw that thing, Huo Fa was startled. However, he could vaguely make out a bit of the original blonde hair on the top of his head, so he could barely identify this guy.
"Aldo?"
He asked tentatively.
"It's me."
Hoffa slowly squatted down and reached out his hand. He did not know whether to touch him or not.
"How did you become like this?"
"I am very grateful." The bloody flesh said in a low voice.
"What?" Hoffa did not understand.
"Your first reaction is not to ask me where Chloe went." The bloody flesh panted and laughed, making a sound like a broken bellows.
"I want to know what happened, Aldo."
"Anker was here … He ate me. But I cut his stomach open and crawled out. " He calmly described an extremely terrifying event. "I pushed Miss Lemour into the Seine River. If you want to find her, follow the river. You might still be able to make it."
He pointed at the river with a trembling finger. Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. "Good fellow, now you have no right to laugh at my hair."
"Hahaha … Ahem … You have a cruel sense of humor, Mr. Bach."
Hoffa took off his clothes and tried to bandage the body in front of him.
"Hang in there, Aldo."
"No need, Hoffa Bach." This was the only time Aldo called out his full name. "There is no saving me. I know it. Go find Miss Lemour. "
"This is a dream. Don't worry about the injuries."
Hoffa said, "Just go back to reality."
The bloody man shook his head slightly. "It is useless. It has been too long. In the real world, I might have drowned. This is where I belong."
Tremendous seawater surged out of every corner of his body and the gaps between his bones. His bloody hand suddenly grabbed Huo Fa's arm. "Mr. Bach, look at me."
Hoffa looked into his eyes. The eyes were surprisingly bright and clear, like the pure seawater behind a white beach in Hawaii.
"I have more or less heard about you. You left England when you were young, left the safety of Hogwarts, and wandered outside before you were sixteen … To be honest, I admire you. Life has always been extremely harsh for us, but I have never had the courage to make a better choice …"
"You can come to England with me. We have a deal."
He wanted to break free from Aldo's hand and continue to bandage him, but the horrifying bloody hand held him tightly.
"There is no time. Listen to me." Aldo spoke quickly. Water mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out of his mouth.
"Please speak."
"Don't hurt Miss Lemour, no matter what. I beg you. No matter what difficulties you have, don't hurt her. Otherwise, I will definitely haunt you in your nightmares and follow you forever! "
As he said this, he tried his best to pull himself together.
Looking into his soul-stirring eyes, Hoffa nodded slowly. "I promise you."
Aldo smiled and let go of his hand. He leaned heavily against the wall and whispered, "This is the first time I have actively chosen a different fate. It feels great. By the way, you … you have seen the Manse. Be careful of him. He is much more terrifying than you think. If … if you can leave the dream. If you find that you are not his match, you can try the black mistletoe. It will work wonders. "
"Let's talk about it after we get out, Aldo."
Hoffa lowered his head and tried to bandage his body.
But in the end, Aldo did not move, and his eyes lost focus.
Sensing the disappearance of the man's spirit and soul, Hoffa raised his head and felt lost. In the past year, he had experienced many wars and witnessed countless deaths. Only this time, he was a little absent-minded.
The other party was like a mirror. He saw some things on him, things that he had once possessed but were gradually forgotten by the arrow of time.
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