Gutsy!?
Alright!
Hoffa closed his eyes again.
When he opened them again, the AK47 had become a hand-held howitzer!
He thought for a moment and felt that it was still impossible, so he closed his eyes again. When he opened them again, the howitzer had become a huge flamethrower.
That's more like it …
He nodded in satisfaction.
Pulling the valve, the flamethrower spewed out a fire dragon dozens of meters long.
The pursuing police dogs and policemen were engulfed by him, and even the skirts of the two elegant medieval girls who were picnicking beside him were burned clean by him.
"Hahaha ~"
Hoffa couldn't help but laugh.
He thought it was a little fun.
But before he could rejoice for three seconds about his boldness.
Rumble!
Dozens of Tiger Tanks rushed out of the raging flames.
The policemen behind him actually chased after him in their tanks!
Not long after, Hoffa was densely packed with nearly 100,000 group subconsciousnesses blocking the street. Most of them were barking hounds, and a small number were rumbling tanks.
He thought to himself that Silby had never let him down. He could still toss and turn without magic. If he didn't have Slytherin's curse, he would have been able to lie on the bridge of Hörheim and enjoy his retirement.
He turned his horse around and wanted to leave the encirclement through the alleys of the street.
However, at this moment of hostility, an untimely fellow rushed out of the alley and said in a valiant and high-spirited voice, "Stop, you are surrounded by us!"
He was wearing black tights, riding on a horse, and a retro cloak behind him. It was both retro and flashy.
"Who are you?" Hoffa saw that he was not a group subconsciousness, so he asked politely.
"Good question!"
The man said happily. He shook his hair coolly and an eye patch appeared on his eyes. "I'm Diego on the surface, pretending to be timid and afraid —" he pulled out his sword from his waist — "but in the middle of the night, I put on makeup and set off, raising my sharp sword to uphold justice and rob the rich to help the poor. Who am I? Zorro! "
Zorro pointed his sword at Hoffa and changed his tone. "Die, Sergeant González!"
It turned out to be another guy having a sweet dream. Hoffa relaxed his vigilance. However, this was not the end. Another handsome boy wearing a green hat flew across the sky and landed beside "Zorro". "Oh, hi, Zorro. Do you need help?"
"Go away, Peter Pan, this is my opponent!"
Zorro said. He raised his sword and stood on the tank with his hands on his waist. "For God's sake, let's have a one-on-one battle to the death, Sergeant Gonzalez!"
Hoffa didn't answer.
When the boy who looked like Peter Pan saw him, he also exclaimed, "Captain Hook, it's you! I've been looking for you for a long time!"
Then, he also pulled out a sword, but it was a wooden sword. "Hurry up and hand over Little Fairy."
Zorro wasn't happy. He withdrew his sword. "Peter Pan, if you want to steal my limelight, then we'll have to fight it out first."
"You don't even have a horse. How can you be my opponent?" Peter Pan said.
Zorro sneered and slashed with his sword. "Arrogant and rude. It's time to teach you a lesson."
"Come on, Masked Knight. I've long wanted to compete with you." Peter Pan waved his wooden sword and rushed forward.
Ding ding dang dang.
The two dreamers unknowingly wrestled together. Hoffa didn't even know what had happened. After thinking about it, he could only think of it as a strange dream.
He sped up his horse, wanting to sneak away while the two were fighting. However, a third person fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a boom.
It was a bare-chested muscular man. His muscles were as exaggerated as a world bodybuilder's. He had a full beard and held a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other.
"I finally found you, Jemengard!"
The brawny man shouted in ecstasy.
"What the hell! Who are you? "
Hoffa asked.
"Don't you recognize me? I'm Saul!"
The brawny man felt wronged and tears welled up in his eyes.
That expression made Hoffa feel a chill.
In front of him were three fools who were having a sweet dream. Behind him, the group subconscious was getting closer and closer. The tanks rumbled and separated, and the barrels spewed out flames without explanation.
He hugged the neck of the God of Nightmares' horse and said loudly, "It seems that we have nowhere to go."
"Is that all you've got?"
The God of Nightmares, who had turned into a centaur, scolded him. "If you 'die' here, your body in the real world will also become a vegetable."
"Become smaller first!"
Hoffa roared in the centaur's ear.
The centaur turned into a sparrow and landed in Hoffa's hand.
In the midst of the gunfire, Hoffa closed his eyes and turned into a human helicopter. A propeller appeared on his head and he flew straight up. He dodged the first round of gunfire on the ground.
Peter Pan and Zorro, who were fighting on the ground, were unhappy when they saw this.
"Stop, Captain Hook!" Peter Pan flew up and chased after him.
"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, you can't run far!" Zorro shouted as he held his hat.
"Jemengard, wait for me. We haven't decided the winner yet!" Thor picked up his hammer from the ground. Lightning flashed and he floated up.
Seeing Peter Pan and Thor catch up, Hoffa smiled coldly and closed his eyes again. When he opened them again, his body had turned into the most beautiful and smooth triangle.
Looking at his own appearance, he laughed out loud and happily pointed his middle finger at the group of people behind him who were moving at the speed of a turtle. "Go eat sh * t, stinky little brothers!"
With that, accompanied by a huge sonic boom, he disappeared from the sight of the group subconscious in just one second. The strong wind blew Peter Pan down from the air and he shouted in despair, "Oh no, my old enemy, my life."
Zorro threw his hat away. "Damn it, don't steal the limelight like this!"
Thunder God Thor threw out his hammer and shouted, "Wait for me, Jemengard. I will find you!"
.....
.....
The hammer didn't catch up to Hoffa in the end.
The airflow in the sky swept past and left the three of them far behind.
"I take back my words. You have more guts than I thought."
The God of Nightmares couldn't help but praise him.
"Thank you," Hoffa, who had turned into a Blackbird reconnaissance plane, replied.
"What is this?"
The God of Nightmares turned back into a beautiful woman and sat in the cabin curiously. "A muggle plane 50 years later?"
Hoffa smiled and didn't answer. He naturally wouldn't tell the God of Nightmares that he had turned into an American Blackbird reconnaissance plane. Its speed was as high as Mach 3 per second and could fly a kilometer in a second. Naturally, it wasn't something that Peter Pan or the antique planes from World War II could catch up with.
He discovered the benefits of a beautiful dream.
Here, he could do almost anything he wanted. He was completely unrestrained. If he wanted to become a Blackbird reconnaissance plane in the real world, it would undoubtedly be a fool's dream. It was too unrealistic. Even if his transformation skills were a hundred times more powerful than now, it wouldn't be enough because he didn't understand the structure of the Blackbird at all, let alone its operating principle.
But in the beautiful dream, he did it so easily because he wanted to become like this.
No wonder so many people were trapped in this world and couldn't extricate themselves. In the real world, nine out of ten things didn't go your way. How many people could really bear it?
After shaking off the mass of group subconscious. The Blackbird reconnaissance plane flew across the sky, turned back into a human, and landed on the ground.
This area was much quieter than the place where he had first entered the dream. The ground was covered with soft grass, and there were unknown red fruits in the grass. They were crystal clear. Under the shade of a tall tree, a group of snow-white girls were having a picnic. When they saw Hoffa and Nightingale standing in the distance, they covered their mouths and giggled delicately.
Hoffa sat on the ground, grabbed a crystal clear fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with relish. A gust of wind blew, causing a few girls in the distance to giggle. Everything was so harmonious.
"What are you thinking about?"
The God of Nightmare sat down beside him.
"I was just thinking that if I can get whatever I want, does that mean that the higher my level of cognition, the more things I can do?"
"Indeed."
"But that doesn't mean I'm unrestrained," Huo Fa said casually. "Just now, I concluded two rules of this world."
"Go ahead."
"First, I can only imagine things within my scope of cognition. Beautiful dreams can't help me realize things beyond my scope of cognition.
Second, I have to enjoy this dream with all my heart. Otherwise, the group subconscious will come to find trouble with me and eliminate me as an alien. "
"That's right."
The God of Nightmare nodded. "But what does this have to do with you looking for Silby?"
"It has a lot to do with it."
Hoffa said, "The dream we have is just a dream.
"The beautiful dream we see is just an illusion. If Silby Spencer has set these rules, then we can only approach Silby's true location by entering the world of rules."
The God of Nightmare frowned. "You mean …?"
"What I mean is that we definitely can't find him here."
With that, he stood up, patted his butt, and walked with a smile to the girls having a picnic under the tree. When the girls saw the boy coming over, they immediately giggled shyly.
These people were definitely the kind of people who paid great attention to rituals in the real world. Hoffa could see that they had laid out a Zizi checkered tablecloth on the ground. They had cut the exquisite cake into small Zizi pieces and placed them on the plates. The knives and forks behind the plates were arranged in a standard '八' shape.
"Oh, hi," Sui Xiong greeted them in a friendly manner.
A few girls immediately started giggling and covered their mouths one after another.
Hoffa squatted down beside them. "Do you all live here?"
"Yes," a bold girl said. "My sisters and I live in that castle."
She pointed into the distance, and Huo Fa looked. There was a hazy castle there, but it wasn't real.
"Are you a human, a knight, a baron, or a marquis?"
The talkative girl continued to ask.
"I'm nothing," Hoffa said. "I'm a proletarian."
"Tsk."
The bold girl immediately showed a look of disdain. She crossed her arms and did not say anything. However, one of the girls kept looking at Hoffa shyly and evasively.
"It's beautiful."
Hoffa pointed at the cake and praised, "Did you make it yourself?"
"Yes … Yes, I made it myself." The girl who was peeking at him raised her hand, blushed, and stuttered. She looked very shy.
"It's very good. Can I eat some?" Hoffa pointed at the cake and asked.
"Eat ~"
The shy girl quickly used her snow-white hands to hold a small carved plate and put it in front of him.
Hoffa used a silver fork to pick up a small piece and put it in his mouth to chew. The shy girl clenched her fist in front of her chest and looked at him expectantly, waiting for his praise. The bold girl still crossed her arms and looked at him impatiently.
The cake was very delicious. It was soft and delicious, and the sweetness was just right.
However, Hoffa closed his eyes and carefully imagined a pile of dog poop in his mind. Sure enough, the cake turned into a pile of dog poop in his mouth. It became crying, bitter, and disgusting.
"Ugh!"
His face was pale, and he spat out the dog poop. He shouted, "What did you give me to eat? So disgusting!!?"
The girl, who was waiting for praise, took a closer look and saw that the mud-like thing he spat out was stuck to the exquisite tablecloth and cake. She immediately widened her eyes in shock and let out a shrill cry of horror.
"Ah!!!"
Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, they cried and panicked. They rolled and crawled in all directions. One of them stepped on her skirt and even fell to the ground.
The God of Nightmares looked at this scene from afar and shook her head helplessly.
As soon as the girl left, a large number of heavily armed medieval soldiers rushed over on horses. Their eyes were extremely murderous. Like a housewife who was obsessed with cleanliness when she saw the stains on the wall, they were determined to kill all heretics who destroyed the beauty of the dream.
Hoffa did not have time to wipe his mouth. He immediately rushed back to the God of Nightmares and pulled her to lie on the grass and began to kiss her wildly.
Not only did he kiss her, but he also tried his best to imagine her as Aglaia and that he was lying on the grass with her.
The God of Nightmares, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, almost vomited. However, when she saw the group of soldiers rushing over from afar, she immediately restrained herself and began to enjoy the moment.
Da da da!
The sound of horse hooves was like a tide.
The fully armed subconscious soldiers rushed over and pulled out their sharp blades, ready for a showdown. In the end, they only saw two people kissing under the tree. They were very confused. They turned their horses around and circled around the pile of dog poop.
They had lost their target.
After circling a few times, they could not find who had destroyed the dream, so they could only put away their swords. Picking up the pile of dog poop on the ground, they turned their horses around and went back the way they came.
Seeing the subconscious soldiers from the corner of his eye, Hoffa immediately got up and said, "Go, go, go, follow them!"
Only then did the God of Nightmares understand what Hoffa wanted to do. She lay on the ground and turned into a horse, while Hoffa turned into a soldier. He got on the horse and followed behind the soldiers who were enforcing the rules.
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