"So it's you!"
Silby shouted in ecstasy: "I've finally found you!"
The tent was swept up by the wind and flew into the sky.
The brazier on the wooden frame was blown to the ground. Under the effect of the wind, it rolled far away and hit the undulating walls of the camp, igniting a huge fire.
The adepts outside the tent began to call out to each other and began to shout.
Everything was exposed to the endless wind and snow. The biting cold wind carried an endless amount of killing intent as it hit Hoffa's body. He didn't understand why Silby suddenly went crazy, but the only thing he knew was that the guy in front of him who was still talking cheerfully just a moment ago really wanted to kill him.
He closed his eyes without hesitation and visualized layers of iron protection in his mind.
Immediately, a circular iron cover appeared on the ground, protecting him inside.
The iron cover was stacked layer by layer, until there were more than a hundred layers. It formed a large and thick iron cocoon on the ground.
Within the iron cocoon, Chloe poked her head out and anxiously asked: "What do we do, Hoffa!?"
"I have to get out of here" Hoffa raised his head and shouted from inside the iron cocoon: "Little monster, little monster, can you hear me? Pull me out!"
"After we get out, you have to destroy my Resurrection Stone, do you understand?" Chloe flew in front of Hoffa and loudly reminded him.
"Don't talk nonsense" Hoffa firmly pressed her back into his clothes and continued to shout: "Little monster, can you hear me? Take me out!"
Boom!!
Followed by an earth-shattering impact.
Hoffa inside the iron cocoon violently shook. He felt as if he had fallen into a blender and didn't know what was happening outside.
Outside the iron cocoon, Silby jumped up and floated about 30 meters in the air. In front of him was the huge iron cocoon that Hoffa visualized. The iron cocoon was a hundred times bigger than he was.
"Heaven's Will!"
Silby's eyes flashed like lightning as he floated in the air and shouted: "You dare to call yourself Heaven's Will, very well! Only in this way can there be value in surpassing others! "
He pointed with one hand. "Endless magic power poured out, turning into high-energy flames that fell on the iron cocoon. The violent flames not only melted the iron cocoon, but also burned the undulating tents under the iron cocoon to ashes. Towering flames rose from the ground, burning for an entire three hundred kilometers. There was no longer any cover by the bay.
Ravenclaw covered his face and looked at the huge iron cocoon floating in the sky through the gaps between his fingers. He also looked at the unbridled king who was controlling the flames and screamed, "Silby!! Stop right there!! "
The iron cocoon in the air was burned red. The outer layer turned into molten iron and fell down. The scorching heat was unbearable for Hoffa. He did not dare to simply come into contact with Silby's sharp edge. He immediately visualized the Blackbird mech.
The moment the iron cocoon melted, he flew out of the sea of fire and flew away at supersonic speed.
Rumble!
He crashed headfirst into the invisible barrier.
He quickly fell from the sky to the ground. As he fell, he transformed back into his human form. His head was dizzy from the impact.
… A barrier?
He was not sure what he had crashed into.
Time did not allow him to think any further.
The hundred or so layers of shields he visualized were melted into molten iron by the high temperature.
That unstoppable magic power was extremely terrifying no matter what era one looked at it from.
He knew that without the power of time, he would not be a match for Silby at his peak with only the external objects visualized in his dream.
"Is this all you've got? Heavenly Axiom! "
Silby opened his arms. Super strong magic power shot into the sky. He had flames in one hand and lightning in the other. He looked down at Hoffa and said longingly, "That's all you've got. Stay here and become my nourishment."
The loud noise and flames made Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, and Hufflepuff all run out of the burning tent.
They noticed Silby who was floating in the sky, as well as Huo Fa who was standing in the endless sea of fire and molten iron below him.
Gryffindor pulled out his sword and shouted, "Assassin!"
Salazar Slytherin pulled out his wand with a serious look on his face.
Silby roared, "Don't come over. He's mine!"
The boundless repulsive force pushed Gryffindor and Slythrin, sending them flying backward.
Hoffa staggered out of the sea of fire. His body was burned into a mess by the molten iron. Ghostly hands grew out of his feet and pinned him to the ground.
He shouted hoarsely, "Little monster, do you hear me? Take me away from here."
This time, there was finally a reaction. The space behind him began to distort, and a small black hole appeared. The black hole was extremely deep and gradually expanded.
"You're not going anywhere!"
Silby shouted when he saw the black hole. Stay here! "
A pale green illusory arm stretched out from behind him. The front of the arm was covered with sharp claws. The illusory claws flew towards Hoffa, who was in front of the black hole.
Along the way, the wizards who were touched by the claws withered and turned into wrinkled corpses.
When the claws were less than a few centimeters away from Hoffa's face, Hoffa closed his eyes. A snow-white arm stretched out from the black hole and pulled him out.
Finally, the black hole disappeared completely.
The claws missed, and he was out of this layer of the dream.
.....
.....
After landing, he woke up from the dream. He woke up from the first layer of the dream. In front of him were the unconscious soldiers and the God of Nightmares. As soon as he woke up, he scolded angrily, "Why were you gone for so long?"
"How long?"
"Half an hour!"
"Then why are you so angry!"
Hoffa stood up, panting. He was still relieved that he had escaped death. As soon as he stood up, Hoffa felt the ground shaking violently.
What happened!
Was Silby going to catch up with him from the next layer of the dream?
He looked at the God of Nightmares in fear, "Why is the ground shaking so violently?"
"The person outside is dying," the God of Nightmares roared.
The God of Nightmares roared. "He's been away from the Dream World for too long and can't hold on any longer. We used his cage to enter the dreamscape. Once he dies, the dreamscape will collapse completely. We have to leave. "
If you stay for another minute, I'll have to throw you away and leave! "
So that's why he was angry. Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief.
However, this was not much better than Silby catching up. Just as they were talking, not only did the ground shake, even the sky of the dream started to shatter and collapse.
The subconscious of the sleeping group woke up from their dreams. Seeing the collapsing sky and shaking ground, they began to search for the invaders in a frenzy.
The God of Nightmares dragged Huo Fa and ran out of the camp where the Collective Subconscious was. As he ran, he asked loudly, "Have you figured out his target?"
"I'm not sure yet."
Hoffa said loudly and dodged a piece of debris falling from the sky.
"Damn it!"
The God of Nightmares' face turned green when he heard this answer. "Then what did you get after being gone for so long?"
Got …?
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He felt something hard on his chest.
He immediately stood still and took it out to look.
It was the gold and silver cryptex that the Spider Pope had given him.
He had brought it from the lower layer of the dream to the upper layer of the dream.
The God of Nightmares was also attracted by the cryptex. "What is this?" he asked.
"The most powerful spell created by Silby," Hoffa murmured. "It's in here."
"Then do you know the password? Can you open it?" the God of Nightmares asked anxiously.
"I don't know the password," Hoffa asked the God of Nightmares. "Can the items in the dream be brought out?"
"Of course not," the God of Nightmares said. "Dreams are dreams, reality is reality. Of course, you can't bring the things in the dream out. Even when you wake up, you will quickly forget everything that happened here. "
Can't bring it out …
Hoffa's face changed. He was even more anxious than when he found out that the dream was about to collapse.
If he wanted to know Silby's true thoughts, perhaps he only needed to know what the most powerful spell he had ever created was.
Knowing the use of the spell meant knowing what he wanted to do.
But this cryptex had eight wheels on it, and each wheel had 26 letters. This made it almost impossible to deduce the password.
The speed of the collapse was getting faster and faster. The collective consciousness locked onto Hoffa, who had barged in. They all picked up their weapons, shouted loudly, and rushed forward.
Not only that, but there were also three strange-looking guys mixed in with the collective consciousness.
Zorro, who was riding a white horse and wearing a mask.
Peter Pan, who was flying in the sky.
And Thor, the God of Thunder, who was wielding a hammer.
"Hey, Sergeant González, I finally found you!" Zorro held his hat and panted as he raised the long sword in his hand.
"Captain Hook! You can't run far this time! "
Peter Pan flew up and took out a slingshot.
"Jemengard, come and fight me to the death!"
Thor, the God of Thunder, swung the hammer in his hand.
Those three idiots actually chased after him like ghosts.
Their appearance made this shaky dream even more bizarre.
The God of Nightmares reminded Hoffa solemnly, "It's time to go. If you don't, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"No, I have to open it." Hoffa looked at the cryptex in his hand.
At this moment, the letters behind the cryptex were even silently mocking Hoffa, like adding fuel to the fire.
[You
Chance]
If he only had one chance, he had to immediately think of the correct answer. Hoffa closed his eyes. Countless clues flashed through his mind. Could he crack this password?
On the other side, the three weird-looking fellows shouted even more energetically. Zorro raised his sword, Peter Pan released the slingshot with a chuckle, and the God of Thunder yelled as he spun his body and threw his hammer out like a discus. The weapons of the three flew toward Hoffa.
The God of Nightmares stomped his feet and shouted, "Are you done? We have to leave."
Hoffa ignored the God of Nightmares' urging. His mind was spinning rapidly.
There was something that he had overlooked.
There was something that he had overlooked.
There was something that he had overlooked.
There was something that he had overlooked …
Wait … Wait …
Eight letters.
Xavier.
His real name.
A bolt of electricity passed through Hoffa's brain, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
The collapse of the dream became more and more intense. The sky was almost completely peeled off, and the ground was cracked into countless pieces. Behind it was a lifeless, lifeless void of consciousness.
Most of the group subconsciousnesses that chased after him missed a step and fell into the deep and unknown void. Peter Pan, Zorro, and the God of Thunder Thor were all crushed into pieces by the collapse of the dream.
Only the weapons of the three, the God of Thunder's hammer, the stone on Peter Pan's slingshot, and Zorro's sword, lingered like a homing missile.
Hoffa did not care about external objects. All of his attention was on the password cylinder in his hand.
His fingers turned the password lock one by one.
He spelled the eight letters on the password cylinder according to Xavier's English.
Then, he turned it gently.
Click.
Accompanied by a pleasant sound.
The password cylinder turned and slowly opened like a blooming lotus. It spat out an inconspicuous piece of paper.
Hoffa's breathing trembled as he opened the thin piece of paper.
He opened it halfway.
Rumble!!
The world of the beautiful dream had completely collapsed.
The ground under Hoffa's feet completely shattered. He fell straight into the void.
At that moment.
It was less than 0.1 seconds.
He saw the incantation on the half of the paper.
There were only a few letters on the paper.
[Flow of Mind, All Methods Return to One — So …]
There might be something written behind it, but he could no longer see it.
The moment the dream collapsed, the God of Nightmares pulled Hoffa's feet and dragged his spirit out of the dream world.
.....
.....
"No!!!"
It was accompanied by an unwilling scream.
A bolt of lightning flashed through the dark clouds.
The slow flow of time instantly returned to normal. The rainstorm that was still in the air like a curtain of beads instantly fell and poured on Hoffa's body. And he was still immersed in the grotesque and eerie dream that brought him.
He screamed and sat up from the ground. His palm was still in the position of opening the note. Unfortunately, the note and the gold and silver password cylinder had disappeared.
The cold raindrops fell on his body, giving him a real and cold texture that the dream did not have. He was surrounded by crackling old neon lights, huge pipes everywhere, and a never-ending torrential rain.
He did not finish reading the note.
If he had one more second, even half a second would have been enough!!
Frustration gnawed at Hoffa's heart.
Unfortunately, he knew that he could not go back.
He took off the iron cage on his head, and the owner of the iron cage, the skinny muggle, gradually breathed his last in front of Hoffa.
Three minutes, three minutes in the real world.
It seemed that more than a month had passed in the dream.
There was no time to sigh at the weakness of this unlucky guy. Hoffa quickly sat cross-legged and began to think.
The memories in the dream were always so fragile. Under the cold rain, the few scenes in his mind were quickly scattered into pieces.
"What does he want to do?"
The glass ball flew to Hoffa's side. The little monster in the glass ball asked him telepathically.
Huo Fa recalled the bits and pieces of his experience in the Dream World.
He remembered the Pope who looked like Dumbledore, with eight legs on his lower body.
He remembered what the Pope said, the strongest spell that Silby mastered.
Ten Thousand Spells Return to One Spell – So
Then, he remembered what Silby said to him.
"Life is an infinite game, if I can't reach the limit, I will never give up …"
"I can't kill all the muggles. Even if I kill all the muggles, the descendants of the wizards will still give birth to mutes, and the descendants of the mutes will become muggles. War and conflict will continue without end … "
"Why do you think you are right? Why is there no true understanding in the world? Why is there no difference? Why can't people become happier …"
Gradually, those words, those scenes, and those scattered clues were like a puzzle, gradually taking shape in Hoffa's mind, forming a terrifying plan.
Ten Thousand Spells Return to One.
He once again remembered the spell in the cryptex.
He shuddered.
"Destroy the source of magic," Hoffa said to the God of Nightmares, "He thinks that difference is the source of misfortune. He doesn't want to see wizards anymore, or rather, he wants to recycle all magic into himself. "
"Then …?"
"That's right, leave only one wizard in the world, or even none at all."
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