Inside the glass orb, the octopus-like little monster was flashing with a strange pulsing light. Its four tentacles were shaking rhythmically, and there was a white light spot that looked like an eye in the middle of the black mass in its empty head.
This little thing had communicated with him before, and that was before he met Ryan. However, at that time, it did not speak, and there was only flashing light.
"Can you hear me?"
It did not have a mouth, nor did it open its mouth, but its voice was accurately transmitted to Hoffa's mind. It was a very magical experience, and he found that he could do the same, as if it was an instinct. He held the glass ball, looked at it carefully, and said with his mind, "Are you talking to me?"
"Who else could it be?"
The little monster in the glass ball flew in a circle, and the chaotic black fog in the empty head flashed with electric pulses from time to time.
"What are you?"
"The God of Nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan, one of the ancient gods," the tentacle monster said.
Hoffa was speechless.
If someone had called themselves a god in front of him before, he would have added the word 'god'. But after experiencing so many strange stories, he did not doubt the little monster's words at all. After all, he had just seen a huge shadow in the moon. Even from the perspective of magic, these things seemed incomprehensible. They could only be described as miracles. But after all, after experiencing so many strange stories, he did not doubt the little monster's words at all. After all, he had just seen a huge shadow in the moon. These things seemed incomprehensible even from the perspective of magic.
"The nightmare in the sea was brought to us by you?"
"Yes, those who meet me will fall into a nightmare, and I take pleasure in it." The tentacle monster was not embarrassed at all, and it admitted it openly. Its voice did not fluctuate, and there were no ups and downs.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"I want to clarify, I never wanted to kill you, and the deaths of those people have nothing to do with me. I just let you have a dream, and the content of the dream is the projection of your own inner uneasiness."
Hoffa thought about it carefully, and found that this guy was telling the truth. However, he still found it hard to accept that there was a god around him, and this kind of thing was a bit of a shock to his worldview.
"Gods … What are they?"
He had seen the power of the Grim Reaper before, and now he saw a guy who called himself the youngest son of an ancient god. He became even more curious about the origin of this world.
"If I have to explain it to you, a god is like a memory, a legacy, or more specifically, a combination of thoughts. When a person is alive, there are people who know him, and there are people who remember him. But when he died, when the last person completely forgot about him, he ceased to exist.
Gods were the same. When people believed in the existence of gods, regardless of whether they were evil, kind, terrifying, merciful, crazy, or rational, they would exist.
But people don't believe in the existence of gods. When people's thoughts are worn down by the endless daily life, when people no longer think and no longer need gods, then gods will cease to exist. "
As it spoke, it continued to float in a circle. "Look, I'm only the size of a palm now. In ancient times, I existed in everyone's dreams, floating in the universe of thoughts, running amok. Even God couldn't control my actions.
That was because people feared and worshipped dreams. But now, they no longer cared about dreams. This trend will become stronger as time goes by. I have a feeling that maybe in 50 years, I'll only be the size of an ant. "
The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa felt even more conflicted as he listened.
"From what you said, it sounds like gods are man-made."
"Maybe." The little monster's answer was ambiguous.
Hoffa looked at his chest. The three-ringed scar on his heart was like some kind of mark, beating slightly. It was hard to imagine what kind of power could heal such a fatal wound in such a short time.
He held the glass ball curiously. "Then why didn't you say anything before?"
"I was saying. I even warned you to stay away from the believer of the Grim Reaper. It's just that you couldn't hear or understand my language."
The unknown creature in the glass ball said, "I'm not human, and I can't communicate with you in language. But now, you have a part of the ancient god's power in your body. You can barely be considered my kind, so you can hear me now. "
"The ancient god's power … Wait, are you the one who saved me? The one who healed my wound?"
"It's not me. It's the power of the Night God that saved you. Rather than saying it saved you, it's more accurate to say that you took away a part of his power so that your life could continue. Look at the scar on your chest. That's the totem of the Night God. The ancient people would carve this thing on their chest to pray for the protection of the night. "
"I took away … the power of a god?"
"It wanted to turn you into a blood relative, but it didn't succeed." It rolled around in the glass ball. "Some wizards are more stubborn. You look like one of them. This is why the gods don't like to deal with wizards."
Hoffa thought for a moment. He thought of the enormous spiritual power he encountered in the blood pool. The spiritual power he was so proud of was like the difference between a mouse and an elephant in front of that power. He knew that he was no match for that power.
"I don't think I have the ability to take away its power." He said slowly, "You, on the other hand, after I made my choice, the power of the Night God faded away."
"I'm also one of the ancient gods. You chose me, so what can it do? Does it want to start a war with me? Times have changed. It's no longer a world ruled by the gods. We're all small gods who are struggling at death's door. We don't have the power to fight anymore."
At this point, Hoffa gradually understood his situation. Compared to becoming a vampire, a nightmare sounded more acceptable. But, what was he now? A follower of the God of Nightmares? Merlin Beard, he doesn't even know what the God of Nightmares is. Moreover, he doesn't know the purpose of this thing in the glass ball. "
"You're not my follower."
The monster in the glass ball suddenly said, "As for my purpose, I want to restore my ancient physique, just like what you saw in the dream. The current me is too unhealthy."
"You're reading my mind?"
Hoffa was on high alert. He took the glass ball away from him as if it was a nuclear warhead.
"How else can I communicate with you?"
"Stop it. If you do that again, I'll throw you away."
Hoffa pretended to throw it away. He said firmly, "No one can read my mind."
"Understandable."
The little monster's head shook in the glass ball, like a human nodding. "You're still a human after all. Everyone thinks that their thoughts are unique and inviolable. But in my opinion, everyone's thoughts are more or less the same. In order to survive, you need benefits. In order to reproduce, you need sex. In order to survive, you need emotions. I've read the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people. Forgive me for being blunt, but your thoughts are no different from theirs … "
Snap.
The glass ball drew an arc in the sky and flew a distance of thousands of meters. It disappeared into the sky.
Hoffa looked at his palm. An indescribable uneasiness surged in his heart. He didn't know why that guy spoke like him, especially the tone that seemed to see through everything in the world. "Am I usually so annoying?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"If you like to throw things, you can play baseball in the future."
The voice rang in his mind again.
"F * ck!"
Hoffa was shocked. He saw a silver light flash in the sky. The glass ball he threw out came back like a meteor and hit his head accurately. It was as if he had just thrown a boomerang and not a glass ball.
"Why are you still here!?"
Hoffa held his head and said angrily.
"Since the moment you touched me in the Dream World, our fates have been locked together by some force of nature. Perhaps you should call me your partner and treat me better. After all, I just saved you from the Night God's hands."
"Why did you save me? Why are you so kind? Maybe you want to take over my body, then devour my soul and turn me into your slave. "
"That's what Night God does."
In the face of Hoffa's vicious accusation, the little monster seemed very calm. In fact, his tone didn't fluctuate from beginning to end. He was like an emotionless machine. "I've said my purpose. I want to restore the strength of the ancient times. You should be able to help me, so I saved you."
"Then why don't you let me read your thoughts?"
Huo Fa was unwilling to accept this.
"Yes, as long as you want to grow to that point."
The monster in the glass ball said.
"Not interested. I'm a human. I still want to be normal. "
Perhaps to show that he was a human, Hoffa deliberately said this sentence with his mouth.
"Okay."
The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I'm just doing this for the convenience of communication and not wasting time. But if you feel that I'm disrespecting you, then I can choose not to do this."
Hoffa picked up the glass ball and looked at the monster in the ball with some fear. His palm was a little hot. The monster in the glass ball was also looking at him.
At this time, a feeling of intimacy rose up, as if they had known each other for a long time. He remembered that it was the same when he was in the Deep Sea of Dreams. He had a strange empathy for this monster.
After a long while, he suppressed the feelings that he didn't know why and turned his mind to the important matter at hand. The Manse took away Chloe, and the nun's fate was in danger, but he knew nothing about that man. How did a muggle survive being stabbed in the heart with a knife?
"Since you said we're partners, can you answer my question?" He raised the glass ball and asked.
"Of course."
The little monster in the glass ball said.
Hoffa: "I didn't kill that guy. I stabbed the knife into his chest, but nothing happened to him. How did he do it? Is he also a vampire? "
"Only the top vampires can survive the destruction of their bodies, but that's not the case for the Manse Muller. The reason he can't die is because his soul isn't in his body. No matter how much you do to his body, it's meaningless. "The little monster said," He's a follower of the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper has already taken away his soul. "
"I don't understand."
Hoffa's face was full of confusion.
"Compared to weak gods like us who have been forgotten in the dust of history, there are some gods whose existence has never weakened with the passage of time, such as the Grim Reaper.
As the supreme god of this world, he has the right to decide the life and death of a life. Although you stabbed the knife into his body, his soul isn't in the body. As long as you don't cut the connection between the body and the soul, you can never kill him. His soul can be like a marionette, controlling the body in an unknown and safe place. "
"Isn't that immortality?" Hoffa was shocked.
"Everything is relative. You can say that he's immortal, but you can also say that he's already dead. The one you're fighting is just an empty puppet. "
Puppet … This word made Hoffa shudder. He thought back to the first time he met Manse in Paris, and the few times they clashed in secret. This lively and ruthless guy didn't seem like a puppet at all.
However, he suddenly remembered that before he fought Dominic, Dominic had asked him if the Grindelwald had given him immortality.
If the Grindelwald had sent Manse to capture Chloe, then the one who took away his soul was undoubtedly the Grindelwald, because he was the only one who had the Sacred Relic of Death, the Elder's Wand. So … the Undying Force that Dominic spoke of was this power?
While he was thinking, the monster in the glass ball looked at him calmly without making a sound. It didn't seem to be reading his thoughts.
"Tell me, tell me how to defeat him?"
Hoffa asked. "You must know the way, right?"
"You know the answer. There's no need to ask me."
The little monster in the glass ball suddenly closed, as elegant as a mimosa. "Also, as your partner, Hoffa Bach. I advise you to find some clothes to wear. Someone's coming. "
"I know? If I know, why would I ask you …? "
Hoffa shook the glass ball, trying to communicate with it. However, the light from the glass ball disappeared, and the little monster turned into a black seed, ignoring him. At the same time, hurried footsteps came from behind him.
Hoffa turned around and saw a few young men and women in black and green suits jumping down from a high place. The young man in the lead exclaimed when he landed, "Holy!
shit！”
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