The man and woman stared at each other across the air. Cold sweat trickled down Hoffa's face as he clenched his fists tightly. The God of Nightmares bent down slowly, her long blonde hair falling beside Hoffa's ear.
"Promise me, Hoffa Bach. Look around you. Isn't this the world you love so much? There are still many people waiting for you to save them. They were in double pain fifty years ago."
Hoffa panted, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"This is the meaning of being a savior. This is the meaning of transcending the mortal world. This is the limit of life." The two got closer and closer. The God of Nightmares' bright lips were almost touching Hoffa's ear. "Promise me. I'll help you. Anything."
"Ha … Ha …" Hoffa panted and stuttered, "As long as … as long as I promise, you'll help me go back fifty years?"
"Yes." The God of Nightmares nodded.
"As long as … as long as I promise to go back, will you help me defeat Silby?"
"Yes, I promise." The God of Nightmares' lips curled up, revealing a soul-sucking, mesmerizing smile as she waited quietly for his answer.
After panting for a while, the chaotic spotlights on the silent stage wandered between the two of them. When they shone on Hoffa's face, he tilted his head and showed a hint of contempt. "But I refuse."
The smile on the God of Nightmares' face disappeared quickly. "What?"
"I, Hoffa Bach, like to say no to those who think they're smarter than me." He pushed the drum away and stood up. With the blonde woman's face, he forced her back step by step. "Hmph, even as a god, there are corners that you can't touch. Even though you've seen my inner thoughts so many times, you still know nothing about me. "
The blonde woman widened her eyes and retreated step by step until she reached the corner of the stage. Her gaze was as if she was looking at an incomprehensible creature.
Looking at the little monster as if it had seen a ghost, Huo Fa felt an extreme pleasure of taking revenge on the world, taking revenge on fate. It made him very happy. He pinched the sharp chin of the god in front of him and lifted it.
"Do you know what my biggest gain is after being a tycoon for a month?"
The God of Nightmares did not reply.
Hoffa leaned close to her ear and chuckled. "If you're asking for help, you have to be a little more humble, especially to a man of noble status like me."
The Nightmare God's face darkened. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"I know."
Hoffa let go of his hand, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the theater without looking back. "I'm glad you came back to find me, little monster. It's a blessing of three lifetimes to perform with you. However, such a great opportunity to save the world, you should give it to someone else. As for me, I'll just be a rich second generation, hahahaha …"
He walked further and further away. The blonde woman stood on the empty stage under the spotlights. Looking at the back of the young man, she gritted her teeth and said loudly, "Call me whenever you've made up your mind. I'll help you."
Hoffa raised his arm and made a goodbye gesture. He strode past the group of sleeping homeless people and walked out of the theater.
Outside the theater, the sky had already turned white. The long and unbearable night was about to end. A black Rolls-Royce as long as a bus drove slowly to the theater and stopped in front of Hoffa.
He held the handle of the car happily and opened the door with a click.
However, at this moment.
It was accompanied by an extremely dazzling flame and a mysterious and proud chuckle. "Hahahahaha …"
A strong ominous feeling surged in his heart. It was almost a smell of death. The smile on Hoffa's face disappeared. He turned around abruptly.
Boom!!
A blinding white light shot up into the sky from the theater like a huge flaming skull, tearing apart the dome of the theater and throwing it into the air. The rubble fell to the ground and smashed onto the roof of his luxury car. It was as if someone had thrown a high-explosive bomb in the theater he bought. Flames shot out from every corner of the building's windows.
Big explosion!
He turned pale with fright.
The driver of the Rolls-Royce, who was hired at a high price, was very professional. He jumped out of the car immediately and pressed Hoffa's shoulder, pushing him into the luxury car. "Let's go, Mr. Bach!"
The strong ominous feeling grew stronger. He pushed the driver back into the car, slammed the door, and ran all the way back to the theater.
Tongues of fire licked past him. Some strange silver lights danced in the theater, and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were blown to smithereens. Crackling electrical wires were dragged in the air, drawing out streaks of lightning. Thick smoke billowed in the theater, and flames surged out from every corner like a tide.
There were still countless homeless people, drug addicts, and punks who were hypnotized by the God of Nightmares lying on the ground. They lay in the flames, each holding a roll of pounds in their hands. They still had the smile of revelry on their faces, but they had no intention of getting up to avoid the disaster.
"Hey!!"
Hoffa's hair stood on end. He was shocked. Thinking of the thousands of lives in his theater, he did not hesitate to put up a shield spell.
"Wake up!!!"
A huge arc-shaped shield appeared and blocked the people who had fallen asleep on the ground. He roared loudly, trying to wake them up, "Wake up!"
Traces of silver light spots floated out from the mouths of the people who were sleeping and flew straight to the center of the stage. At the same time, their bodies were also licked by the tongues of fire and shattered into pieces. It was as if what was burning was not flesh but paper.
Looking in the direction of the flying silver light spots, a man wearing a metal birdcage slowly stood up in the middle of the rolling flames. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the young man who was standing at the entrance of the theater with a shield. He crossed his arms and a huge red triangular eye appeared behind him. The man wearing the birdcage stepped back and walked into the vertical pupil of the red eye.
"Stop!"
The air was as hot as boiling water. Hoffa was furious. Everything that happened here was under his control. He did not expect that someone would dare to destroy his venue. Not only did they destroy his venue, but they also wanted to kill everyone present under his protection.
He put up a shield and rushed to the huge red eye shining on the stage. But the red eye spun and disappeared. Together with the strange man, they were swallowed by the endless yellow flames, leaving no trace.
When Hoffa rushed to the center of the theater, he did not see anything. He only saw the blonde woman who was talking to him just now lying on the ground. Her clothes were all burned and her eyes were closed.
"Hey? Little monster? "
Hoffa shook her body, but the almost perfect body was just lifted up by him and turned into pieces and dissipated in the air.
"This …?"
Boom!
A huge broken wooden beam fell from the ceiling and hit less than three centimeters away from him. Countless sparks and burning charcoal were smashed. The fire in the theater was getting stronger and stronger.
"Damn it!"
He spread his wings and flew out of the theater. He wanted to turn into a Thunderbird and call for rain to extinguish the fire.
But when he flew into the sky, he saw a red sun rising from the horizon in the distance.
Under the illumination of the sun, the surging magic power in his body receded like a tide.
It was dawn.
He choked back the vulgar words he was about to say. The wings on his back turned into nothingness, and he fell straight down.
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