"You want to know what the future will be like?"
The God of Nightmares tapped Hoffa's forehead with his finger. "This is the result of my deduction. Whether you agree or not, it will be the same."
The water rippled along his forehead.
Everything in front of him disappeared.
Grindelwald, Lord Voldemort, Wormtail, Nicole, the maze, the resurrection pool, the world of floating flames, and Harry Potter in front of him.
Hoffa entered a strange state, like a lucid dream.
He became the third person, and his soul floated out of his body.
But his body did not die. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Another existence entered his body, and the familiar yet strange body moved on its own.
His consciousness flowed again.
"It's all over, Hoffa. If you don't become like me, you will never be my opponent."
Grindelwald sighed and looked at his student in front of him. His expression was both happy and sad.
"I have to admit that you are different from the others I have met. It is because of your existence that my lonely life is not so boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can be a harmonious pair of teacher and student. "
"Why are you talking so much to him?"
Lord Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily. "It's useless, Bach. You are dead. Hahahaha. This time, you will lose without a doubt. Accept your fate. "
"Farewell."
Countless illusions of Grindelwald said.
They stretched out their hands in unison, and each of their arms grew into a tentacle. The tentacles were very sharp, and there were thousands of them. If they pierced Hoffa, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows, and he would never be able to recover.
"Run! Fool! "
Aglaia's soul shouted from him.
"Go, go!"
Nicole said hoarsely in his arms, "You can't do this. You, you, you have to survive."
However, when Hoffa raised his head, his entire person had changed.
It was as if he was dancing. With light steps, he dodged the attacks coming from all directions. Countless tentacles of Grindelwald's illusions swept past his body, but none of them could touch him.
One second before Mille's meteor was about to hit him, he pointed his finger and it turned into countless flowers, exploding on the maze arena.
Naniji, who was about to bite him, turned into a toy balloon the moment he bit him. He fell to the ground and bounced a few times. It was a comical sight.
Hoffa, who was in his soul state, looked at all of this in astonishment. It was impossible for him to do all of this, at least not like the God of Nightmares, who was walking leisurely, neither too fast nor too slow, extremely elegant, and even full of rhythm and rhythm.
From a certain point of view, it seemed that he was the true owner of that body.
Then, with only one eye and one hand, he gracefully appeared in front of Grindelwald and pointed at him.
The shocked Grindelwald's entire body swelled up.
His body stretched and twisted like a balloon, finally turning into a transparent multi-colored dragon that was hundreds of meters long. The dragon's body bubbled and had no specific shape.
The one-armed Hoffa pressed down on the Void Dragon's head. His expression was calm, without any emotion. He said in a low voice, "This is the end."
Aglaia laughed in despair. He was so sad that he couldn't control himself.
"It's you again. It was you 50 years ago, and it's still you 50 years later." The Void Dragon said in the hands of the God of Nightmares. "But it's too late. You're no match for the God of Death. My people have already opened the door to the Hörheim. Soon, the cold wind of the God of Death's mysterious realm will blow to every corner of the earth. No one will survive."
"You can't kill everyone. They'll repopulate," the God of Nightmares said emotionlessly.
"Then we'll see who's faster."
The Void Dragon sneered. "Will the world be destroyed faster, or will fate be repaired faster?"
Then, there was a loud explosion.
Something collapsed.
Endless white light surged from the sky. That was the door to the Underworld that had been opened. The cold wind blew across the earth. Tens of thousands of people in the audience were blown by the cold wind. Their bodies were like paper and shattered into pieces.
Hoffa looked at all this and felt that it was a long time ago.
The six thousand reincarnations made all this very familiar. Without the help of the God of Nightmares, he even deduced the future results himself.
It turned out that all this had happened a long time ago.
Looking at the cold wind that swallowed the earth, the "Hoffa" that was pressing down on the Void Dragon also swelled up, stretching and twisting infinitely.
Finally, the God of Nightmares returned to its original form. It was huge and had countless arms. Its lower body was made up of waving tentacles like a jellyfish. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke. It had no nose or mouth. Every strand of hair on its head was made up of tentacles that were hundreds of meters long. Only its eyes, which were as large as a lake, projected the endless reincarnation and void.
He began to dance.
Such a huge body was still very light. He spun and jumped. Every time he spun, someone fell into a deep sleep. With every step, Grindelwald's expression became more painful.
Finally, he covered his head and roared.
The dance continued. The God of Nightmares waved his endless arms. Countless scary and kind faces grew out. He spun and jumped faster and faster. His body also became smaller and smaller.
Amidst Grindelwald's roar, more people got up quietly. They spontaneously raised their wands and repaired the damaged field. The collapsed stage was rebuilt. The flames were extinguished by the rain. The corpses on the ground were carried up silently.
As time passed, the body of the God of Nightmares became smaller and smaller. It gradually turned into a black ring that resembled a black hole. There were circles of arms around the ring. The arms moved lightly, controlling the consciousness and memories. It was ten thousand times better than the most advanced puppet spell.
But Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew that it was bringing him back to the beginning of all karma.
The damaged Kui Earth Stadium was restored to its original state. The crowd carried the corpses and threw them into the black lake. Then, they spread out in all directions.
The God of Nightmares grabbed the Void Dragon. An endless suction force came from the black hole and sucked the distorted monster into the black hole.
The black hole became smaller and smaller.
It spun faster and faster.
After the monster was torn apart, the creatures it had swallowed were revealed. Among them were not only Deng Ledo but also countless teachers of the Hogwarts.
They fell to the ground. The last thing they saw was the God of Nightmares disappearing into time and space.
Deng Ledo got up and rushed towards the black hole. He seemed to be shouting someone's name.
Mille, who was ready to attack, fell to the ground like a puppet that had lost control. He woke up from the Soul Seizing Spell and looked at the black hole in the air in horror. He cried out in pain and ran towards him.
Were they calling him?
Hoffa didn't know. He couldn't hear any sound or feel any emotion. He had lost control of his body. At this moment, he was just a bystander.
Then, the black hole disappeared.
The God of Nightmares took him and completely disappeared from this time and space. All traces of his existence disappeared without a trace. There was no Nicole Lemour, no Grindelwald, and not even the God of Nightmares himself.
Those who were covered by the dream all woke up. Those people lost their memories of what they had seen. It was as if everything was a nightmare and quickly disappeared from their minds.
Lord Voldemort and Wormtail escaped. On the way, they killed Cedric Diggory who was trapped in the stone lotus. Nothing really changed.
Darkness swallowed Huo Fa's vision as well as his mind.
Another epoch had begun.
Another cycle of reincarnation began.
Only the gods were eternal and the rules were indestructible.
"Are you satisfied?"
A dot of light appeared in the darkness.
It was the eyes of the little monster. It circled around Hoffa. It was like the moon circling the earth.
"This is your future."
The God of Nightmares whispered in his ear.
It was like a gentle wife whispering in her husband's ear in the dead of night, "Look, there's nothing bad about it, right?"
"Yes, it's really tiring to fight against fate."
Huo Fa said. He couldn't even hear his own voice.
He had already gone through six thousand times. What else was unacceptable? He thought to himself. He should have accepted the God of Nightmares' suggestion long ago. After going through so much trouble, the final result was still the same.
"Go back with me. Give me your consciousness. Give me your soul. Give me everything. Go back with me to fifty years ago. "
A slender white arm grew out of the God of Nightmares' eyes and reached for Hoffa's face like a lotus.
Hoffa wanted to agree to the God of Nightmares' request, but there was a small voice in his heart that lingered.
(Coward)
That was probably the voice left behind after six thousand cycles. Hoffa thought to himself. He had already done everything he could, but he still could not change fate. So what could he do?
He looked at the arm that stopped in front of him. His mind wavered.
"Was there a moment that made you feel sick of everything?" the God of Nightmares whispered in his ear.
"That moment?"
"Yes, that moment of vulgar and noisy crowd, pretending to be elegant art, living on a budget, loneliness with no one to talk to, wandering aimlessly."
He did not answer the God of Nightmares. He allowed the darkness to wrap around him and gradually fall into the abyss of his subconscious.
"Give me everything."
The God of Nightmares' hand reached for him in the sea of his subconscious. "You will stay with the heroes of ancient times. You will never be lonely again."
(Coward)
Just as the fingertips were about to touch, the voice from the bottom of his heart became clearer. He bent his fingers slightly and dodged the God of Nightmares' fingers.
(Coward)
The undetectable voice pierced his heart like a needle. He did not know where the voice came from. He felt like he was talking, but it also felt like Miller was talking, and it also felt like Little Barty was talking.
"I'm not."
He tried to explain himself.
"Do you think you can escape fate by leaving Hörheim? You can't change anything. You can't revive anyone. The self you see in the arena is the future you. "
The God of Nightmares turned into Aglaia. "Promise me. You still have a chance. Maybe next time."
"Next time."
"Yes, next time, I'll leave it to you fifty years later," the God of Nightmares said. "The long river of time has no end. Fifty years will pass in the blink of an eye. If you can't do it this time, we still have a chance."
Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. The God of Nightmares was right. He still had a chance. As long as he returned to the past. He reached out again, wanting to touch the God of Nightmares and become one with him.
(Coward)
The voice came from the bottom of his heart. It troubled him.
He even saw Buddy Jr turn around in front of the train. He saw his confused eyes before he died. He saw old Hoffa stuff the silver revolver into his mouth. "There can only be one Hoffa and Bach in a time and space."
No.
He retracted his hand and covered his head with his trembling hands. "No, no, I can't change it."
"It's a failure, isn't it, Bach? This adventure fifty years later," the God of Nightmares said.
The God of Nightmares said, "I know that you respect Nicole Lemour a lot, and I know that you actually care about Little Barty. But they're all dead. Only by returning to the past can you save them and change everything. "
"I can't do it."
Hoffa whispered in pain. "I can't do it. I won't remember anything. I'll forget everything."
"There's always a chance. There's always a chance."
The God of Nightmares comforted him. His voice was exactly the same as Aglaia's when he was alive.
Huo Fa looked at the pair of hands reaching for him, and the desire in his heart was pushed to the maximum. That desire washed away all other desires. He slowly reached out his hand. One time, two times, three times, four times, five times, ten times, twenty times, thirty times, one hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times, four hundred times, one thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times, and so on.
"Hoffa."
"Hoffa."
"Hoffa."
Who was calling him at this time?
He turned his head and saw another him standing in the darkness, looking at him. Who was that? Was that the Void Dragon?
No.
That was himself.
"Coward."
"Coward."
"Coward."
The six thousand reincarnations gave birth to a sense of deja vu. Finally, at this moment, the sense of deja vu reached its peak. Under this intense sense of deja vu, his brain uncontrollably started to hallucinate.
His vision came to the other him who was calling him a coward. He became an observer again. He looked at the other him in the distance and reached out his hand. Just like Adam in the Genesis Era wanted to touch God, he wanted to touch the God of Nightmares.
He turned around and saw a mountain of corpses piled up behind him. Every corpse had his face, and they all had a look of regret and unwillingness. They died with their eyes wide open.
Even without counting, Hoffa knew that they were the other six thousand times.
"Coward!"
The voice became clearer.
"Coward!"
"I'm not."
He said again, gritting his teeth.
"I'm not!"
His consciousness returned to his body. He slapped the palm of the God of Nightmares away. "There won't be a next time."
"There won't be a next time!"
"There won't be a next time!"
"There won't be a next time!"
He roared and used all his strength. Just like Silby after the explosion of a hundred thousand tons of TNT, he crawled out of the gentle sea of subconscious bit by bit. With his last bit of willpower, he opened his eyes.
Pain swept towards him like a tide, stimulating every nerve in his body. It was the pain of being crippled and blind. It was the fatal moment of the Floating Fire of the World.
The meteor summoned by Mille streaked across the sky, trying to blow up the ancient magic castle into ashes.
The countless illusions of the Grindelwald were still dragging red tentacles, about to stab him into minced meat.
The giant snake of the Lord Voldemort was still pouncing towards him in the air, opening its bloody mouth full of poisonous fangs.
But at this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly clear-headed.
Even though he knew that he only had a few seconds left to live.
"Are you crazy?"
The God of Nightmares could no longer remain calm. He controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face. "You still want to reject me at this moment? Are you seeking your own death?!"
Hoffa, who was covered in blood, looked at Harry Potter with one eye. At this moment, at the moment of shattering, his spirit reached its peak, like the sharpest cross sword.
"Was there a moment?
That made me sick of everything?
I asked myself. The answer is self-evident. "
Hoffa said to the God of Nightmares, "Of course, that includes you."
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