The sky was raining heavily, and the wind was blowing so hard that the trees were bent over. The weaker trees were uprooted, and the air was filled with debris and gravel.
In the abandoned factory, a huge shadow fell from the sky. It was wrapped in electricity and hit the abandoned steel water tank at the top. Steel pierced out from its huge wings. It was unaware of that. Its huge claws stepped on the heavy iron roof of the factory and it was about to fly again.
At this time, the factory around it suddenly came to life. The metal beams and drainage pipes automatically combined to form a huge magic structure. Those structures jumped on the ground, raised their arms made of metal pipes, and went forward to hold down the Thunderbird that was about to fly.
"Hiss!"
Lightning flashed, and the Thunderbird raised its huge head. Its hair stood up like steel needles, and the tip of its sharp beak spewed out thick smoke. Its narrow golden eyes, which were the size of a human head, were full of confusion and unwillingness. Electricity flowed along its body. It arched its back and faced the thunderclouds in the sky.
Kacha!
With a lightning strike, the Thunderbird was hit.
The four wings on its back grew bigger again. At the same time, two more white bones broke through its skin and protruded out. The bones were covered with strange magic patterns, and in the blink of an eye, they grew to a length of ten meters. Blood-red muscle fibers quickly crawled all over the bones, and countless feathers grew densely on them.
Crack!!
The two new wings were inserted into the chest of the huge structure.
Bang!!
Along with a muffled thud, the arched thunderbird smashed the magical constructs that were restraining it and reassembled them into a pile of useless parts. After that, it flapped its six wings without a care, and the constructs that were restraining it were all scattered in an instant.
It was about to fly again.
"Boy!"
An angry roar came from the ground. It was an old man standing in the rain and mud.
"Look at me!" The old man said in a hoarse voice, "Calm down!"
"Hiss!!"
The giant Thunderbird, which was dozens of meters tall, spread its wings that covered the sky and lowered its head. Electricity fell from the sky like spring water and hit the invisible shield, turning into more dense energy that overflowed.
The old man stood in front of a six-winged bird that was dozens of times bigger than him. He raised his magic wand high and held up a shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were pieced together again, forming another metal structure. One by one, they leaped forward and hugged Thunderbird's back.
The man and the bird looked at each other for a moment.
"My apologies for offending you."
The old man said as he waved his wand again.
The structure began to move. A glass tube as thick as a normal person's arm was inserted into the Thunderbird's neck. It let out a mournful cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrank.
Finally, he returned to his human form and fell to the ground, motionless.
In the distance, flying brooms were flying through the dark clouds.
Mirage appeared above and below the abandoned factory and surrounded the place where the battle was taking place.
Amidst the torrential rain, the old man bent down and hugged the young man's back. He draped a black cloak over the young man's body and quickly disappeared from the spot with Mirage.
Several hours later.
In an old house, a white-haired old man turned on the phonograph. A quiet piano music slowly flowed out from the turntable.
Eric Satie, "Gymnopedies".
Hoffa leaned against the chair with a pale face. The ethereal and quiet music made his blank brain regain some rationality. He sat on the chair in a daze, his face close to the window.
It was pouring outside the window. The next room was probably frying eggs, making sizzling sounds. How long had the phonograph been playing the music and how many times it had been looped? Hoffa leaned against the window and looked into the distance. What was the old dog doing in the bicycle shed downstairs?
Clanking sounds came from downstairs. Not long after, the old man opened the bead curtain with trembling hands and came in front of him with a cup of hot cocoa. "Sorry, I didn't go to you immediately. The effect of the tranquilizer will take a while to wear off. Don't worry too much. "
Hoffa didn't move. He just squinted his eyes.
The old man in front of him had sparse hair and wore a gray robe. His eyebrows were very long, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked like he had one foot in the grave. Only his eyes were still bright.
He was very familiar with this guy, because they had just met a week (fifty years) ago.
It was Nick Lemay.
Chloe's great-great-great-great-grandfather. He looked exactly the same as he did fifty years ago. After Chloe lost control of his emotions, he was the first to find Chloe in the storm. Not only was he not surprised by Chloe's youthful appearance, he even brought Chloe to his house without any explanation.
"Have something to drink. It's good for you," Nicole Lemay said and pushed the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.
Huo Fa didn't pay attention to him. He just glanced at him and then looked away.
Nick Lemay, who was ignored, pushed the cup away with trembling hands and sat down beside Hoffa. He looked at the illusory young man leaning against the window and licked his lips. After a long silence, he said, "I can guess what happened."
After another silence, he said, "I admire you. If I have to find someone I admire among all the wizards, it's definitely you."
Hoffa was still looking at the window and the old dog in the bicycle shed. He didn't say a word.
Nico Lemour said, "Compared to you, most of us … Actually, we're all mediocre people who are afraid of death. We don't have high realms, and we'll make as much money as we can. We'll live as long as we can. You don't have to vent your anger on them. People's joys and sorrows can't be thought through. "
The old dog in the bicycle shed stood up, shook its body, and walked away in the rain, shivering.
Hoffa closed his eyes. "If you have something to say, say it."
Nicole Lemay said, "Is that necklace still with you? Hoffa. "
Necklace …?
Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the exquisite necklace from his pocket. The necklace had appeared at the Ministry of Magic with him. Even at this moment, he didn't want to give it to anyone.
"Give … give it to me …"
Nicole Lemay reached out with trembling hands.
Hoffa hesitated for a while, but still gave the necklace to him.
Nicole Lemay picked up the necklace with tears in his eyes. He cried, "Chloe … I'm sorry. We're going home … home."
The situation had changed. Huo Fa frowned. The gloominess and unwillingness in his heart had been diluted a little. He looked at Nico Lemour and saw that the old Nico was crying like a little child.
"What's that?"
"Oh, a Resurrection Stone. I made it myself. It's an alchemy product made by imitating the Resurrection Stones of the Pévlier brothers. It's used to preserve people's souls."
Hoffa's eyes widened. "So, Chloe isn't dead?"
"Not yet, but whether he's dead or not depends on what we do next," the old man said carefully with the necklace in his hands.
The only good news was that Hoffa gradually recovered from the tragedy of his own death. He narrowed his eyes and tapped the table with his fingers. "Wait, how do you know that I'll definitely come fifty years later?"
The old man wiped his tears. "I made a deal with Silby Spencer. I helped him hide Delfina's true identity. I gave him the information about the Arrow of Time."
Boom!
The hot cocoa on the table shattered and spilled all over the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was washed away by anger. Hoffa smashed the table with his palm. He grabbed the old man's collar and pressed him against the wall. He said in disbelief, "I'll give you three seconds to explain!"
Nicole Lemay was startled by his sudden action. She subconsciously grabbed his arm. "His target from the beginning was you, never anyone else. He said that as long as I can lock you up, he'll let my granddaughter live."
"You won't refuse Fatir?" Hoffa roared, his grip getting tighter. "You won't refuse Silby?"
"Do you think that everyone is like you … good at fighting?" Under his palm, the old man said hoarsely, "I'm just an … old alchemist … I'm living in a chaotic world … I'm no match for Fatir … Dracath … I'm no match for the Dark Demon King!"
"You old bastard! I've never seen you before! " Hoffa gritted his teeth and strangled the old man's neck. The veins on his forehead were throbbing.
"I … I had no choice!" Nicole Lemay was pressed against the wall. She said hoarsely, "There are many things that I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is that if Fatir's plan comes true, I won't be able to save anyone fifty years ago. At that time, I hadn't developed any means of resurrection. Cough, cough …"
He coughed violently. Hoffa let go of Nicole Lemay's collar and pushed him to the ground. He said angrily, "Alright, I've achieved my goal. I've sent your granddaughter back. Not only did I send her back to England, but I also sent her to England fifty years later."
After that, he kicked Lemay, who was lying on the ground coughing non-stop, and walked out.
"Wait a minute!" Nico Lemour pulled at his pants miserably on the ground.
"What else do you want?" Huo Fa turned his head and looked at him condescendingly.
"You … cough, cough, cough … You … You have to go back."
"Go back where?"
"Fifty years ago."
"Why?"
"You don't know." Nicole Lemay pounded the ground with her hands. "You don't know what kind of horror and monsters were born in that era! We had no choice. Only you … Only you can stop all of this.
"The world we live in now, everything you see, is built on the basis that you go back. If you don't go back, everything will cease to exist. The law, the country, the economy, order, stability, and even the entire time and space will collapse. "
"Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" Hoffa tilted his head and said.
Nicole Lemay shuddered and was surprised. "You … You don't want to go back?"
Hoffa did not answer and walked out.
Nicole Lemay scrambled to her feet and pulled on him again, but she was mercilessly pushed to the ground by Hoffa. She pounced back anxiously and pulled on his trousers. "You can't do this. You have to go back. Otherwise … Otherwise, this world …"
Hoffa squatted down and pulled her hand away from his trousers. He stared coldly into her eyes. "So, in order to send your granddaughter home, I personally went to fifty years in the future. Then, in order to save the world, I went back fifty years in the past and shot myself while I was at it, so that I could achieve all of this, this beautiful scenery?"
Nicole Lemay stared at him blankly. The young man in front of her bared his white teeth. "What do you think I am? A tool?"
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