"Don't you have a solution?"
Miranda's untimely question made Hoffa feel a little awkward. He patted his chest confidently in front of Miranda, but now that he was here, he was helpless.
Seeing his embarrassment, Miranda's eyes became very gloomy. She shook her head and went to Hoffa's side. She pulled out her wand, obviously wanting to solve the problem by herself.
"What would you usually do?" Hoffa asked Miranda.
"What else can I do? Destroy them humanely." Miranda sighed. "They have already lost their consciousness and have fallen into a cycle of sweet dreams. They will never wake up again. If you ask me, they would have died long ago."
Then, she muttered from her mouth and prepared to cast a spell.
After a while, with Miranda's spell, the ground began to tremble. A crack appeared beside the group of sleepwalkers and gradually expanded.
Obviously, she wanted to use a spell to bury thousands of sleepwalkers alive in one go to prevent future trouble.
Seeing Miranda's familiar look, it was obviously not the first time she had done it. Hoffa could only sigh and watch. She was definitely not someone who would kill indiscriminately. To make such a choice, how much courage would it take, and how much pressure would she have to face? Hoffa could not imagine.
The Peruvian adepts watching from afar clicked their tongues in wonder when they saw Miranda's impressive spell. They began to mumble something under their breath.
Even if he did not understand, Hoffa could understand what they were trying to say. The little girl looked gentle, but he did not expect her to contain such a strong power.
However, he did not have much time to ridicule the natives for being ignorant. He had entered the Dream World and knew that these sleepwalkers were not physically dead. It was just that their consciousness was not in their bodies. If he could wake them up and let them go home, nothing would happen.
But to do this, he had to get rid of the source, Silby. As long as he got rid of Silby, there would not be so many unnecessary deaths, and Miranda would not have to bear so much mental pressure.
Silby.
Silby.
Silby.
Thinking of him, Hoffa couldn't help but think of the strongest spell he had developed.
Heart Flow: All Techniques Return to One
"So …" He could not help but chant the incantation.
As soon as the incantation left his mouth, he sensed a chaotic but huge spiritual force field. That spiritual force field was mixed with confusion, bewilderment, and confusion. The source of the mental force field turned out to be the group of sleepwalkers.
"Wait!"
Hoffa immediately raised his hand and shouted to interrupt Miranda's casting.
The ground stopped shaking, and the crack stopped expanding. Miranda put down her wand in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Wait, wait …"
Hoffa broke out in cold sweat. He didn't know why he could sense their emotions, but the truth was right in front of him.
"Don't be in a hurry to humanely destroy them. I … I think I have another way …" Hoffa stammered.
"What? You have another way? " Miranda was stunned. "Really? The sleepwalkers won't listen to you. If we don't deal with it, the plantation will be destroyed."
"Wait, let me try first."
After saying that, Hoffa sat down cross-legged outside the protective wall, closed his eyes, and silently chanted the Heart Flow incantation.
Miranda saw that he was so determined, so she had to put down her wand and stand beside him.
Seeing that the ground was no longer cracking, the Peruvian wizards were anxious. They pointed at Miranda and said something.
Huo Fa didn't care about the restless noises in the distance. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, repeating the half-completed incantation in his mind.
So...So...So...
Something magical happened.
Invisible tubes seemed to have appeared on the sleepwalkers' bodies, connecting their minds to Huo Fa's will. Whenever he chanted the incantation, "So."
They were bound by the invisible tubes. Zizi took a step forward.
However, when the incantation ended, they would return to being confused and confused.
So Hoffa repeated the incantation over and over again.
The invisible tubes were getting thicker and thicker.
Something rushed into his body quickly. It could be magic, or it could be attention, or it could be something else.
So, the sleepwalkers no longer trampled on the botanical garden or attacked the fences. Instead, they walked toward Hoffa step by step.
Miranda held her breath. This scene was beyond her expectations. Those unconscious sleepwalkers, at this moment, seemed to be controlled by Hoffa.
Not only that, but she also felt that there was a strange voice in Hoffa's body. The voice was thirsty for something, calling for something, as if it was calling for help.
It was just like when she accidentally noticed Hoffa's existence that day, but more intense.
Hoffa was her best friend. Naturally, she would not reject his needs and did not guard against him. Naturally, magic and attention quickly flowed through the invisible tubes to Hoffa's body.
The Peruvian sorcerers who were watching from the sidelines also felt the same thing. They stopped chattering and stared blankly at the young man who was sitting cross-legged.
After watching for a while, someone took the first step and walked slowly toward Hoffa. It was as if someone had pushed a domino, and everyone walked toward him.
He did not know what was happening outside. Under the effect of the Mind-Flow Incantation, Hoffa could only sense his inner world.
With every incantation, some power flowed into his body. The power was small at first, but it grew bigger and bigger, like a snowball rolling down a hill.
In the end, Hoffa was no longer satisfied with sitting on the ground and chanting. He stood up and walked while chanting.
The sleepwalkers were like children attracted to the Midnight Pied Piper, following closely behind him. When Hoffa chanted, they took a step forward. When Hoffa stopped chanting, they immediately scattered and ran around aimlessly. They were like a rope with a spring that could only be pulled and not pushed.
However, Hoffa found that if he chanted fast enough, the time for those sleepwalkers to be distracted would be shorter, and they would follow him closer.
Therefore, he quickly changed the incantation while running toward the Peruvian valley in the distance.
This time, the sleepwalkers all followed behind him. They were like zombies chasing a living person.
Not only did the sleepwalkers follow behind him, but even Miranda and the Peruvian mages could not help but follow behind him. The faster Hoffa ran, the faster they followed.
Finally, they arrived at a gourd-shaped valley, which was also the mountain stream where the famous Vulture Line Painting was. Huo Fa, who was chanting madly, rushed in. Behind him, the sleepwalkers who followed him also rushed into the valley like a flood bursting through a dam.
At this time, Hoffa finally could not take it anymore.
Although he had lured the Sleepwalkers to the empty valley and saved them from the fate of being buried alive, the Sleepwalkers were still alive.
However, because of the incantation, an incomparably huge amount of power had gathered in his body.
The huge snowball rumbled and rolled in his body, thirsting for more power.
An inexplicable inertia forced him to continue chanting the incantation, but Hoffa knew that he could not continue. He already felt that he was about to explode.
He knelt on the ground, grabbed his chest, and panted violently. But he could not breathe.
That power almost caused his chest to swell, making it difficult for him to breathe. It was chaotic and crazy magic power, as well as other indescribable powers.
Those were the powers drawn from the sleepwalkers, Miranda, and the Peruvian mages.
Thump! Thump!
His heart beat wildly.
The strange mixed power was like a completely uncontrollable beast, crazily rushing left and right in his body, trying to destroy his torso.
Miranda followed behind him in a daze, and the sober Peruvian mages did the same. Under the influence of inertia, they walked toward Hoffa.
"Don't … Don't come over!!!"
Hoffa raised his hand and shouted.
This shout almost made him asthma. He stood up, clutching his chest in extreme pain.
Miranda woke up, and so did the native Peruvian mages.
"Hoffa!!"
Miranda screamed. She saw Hoffa's chest bulging, and something inside was beating violently.
Finally, Hoffa could not bear it anymore.
He ran to another empty valley, raised his head, and screamed. "Ah!!"
The energy that did not belong to him slanted out in his roar, turning into invisible sound waves, wrapped in unparalleled power, and crashed into the mountain opposite. It was almost like an avalanche of energy accumulated to the extreme, or even more terrifying than an avalanche. It was as powerful as a comet hitting the earth.
Accompanied by the scream.
The mountain that had been formed for tens of thousands of years, protecting the Nazca line from the attack of the wind, suddenly collapsed from the middle, and directly exploded into two halves.
The mountain that weighed hundreds of millions of tons slowly and irresistibly fell down, and finally smashed into the empty sand.
At first, the power did not appear. Before the sound could be heard, a gray line appeared on the ground. The gray line expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a rolling wind, rushing like a tsunami, hitting everyone's face.
The loud bang woke the Peruvian mages. They could not even open their eyes because of the wind, and one by one, they crawled on the ground. They held on to the ground tightly to prevent themselves from being swept away by the wind.
The thunderous sound finally came, and the ground shook for more than ten seconds before calming down.
Finally, when the gale subsided, they stared at the mountain peak that once towered into the clouds. Now, only half of it was left, and the other half was lying on the ground, blocking the entrance of the calabash, sealing all the sleepwalkers in the calabash. They were not dead, but they could not go out and cause any more damage to the plantation.
This miraculous scene made all the native Adepts kneel down. They prayed loudly, crying, and yelling. The old mage who was the leader was even trembling, tears streaming down his face. He threw away the bead in his hand and drew a simple picture on the ground with his staff.
The simple picture was of Hoffa with a towering chest.
Then, a group of people madly worshipped the simple picture.
However, Huo Fa himself couldn't care less about the worship ceremony of the natives. At this time, he couldn't hold on any longer and released the extremely chaotic power. His legs went soft, and he directly fell to the ground, seeing stars in front of his eyes.
He did not notice before, but now he felt that the spell was like a crazy demon. In less than ten minutes, he felt a splitting headache.
He had not experienced this feeling of mental exhaustion since he left the Hogwarts. He did not expect to experience it again today.
Scary magic …
Scary spell …
Miranda threw herself beside him and seemed to say something. But Hoffa's head was buzzing, and he could not hear anything. His vision was so dark that he could not see anything.
Miranda held him and shouted.
The group of idolatrous Peruvians finally reacted. The main character of the simple picture they worshipped was about to die. They quickly rushed over and pulled him up. Hoffa's face was pale. He held Miranda's arm and did not say a word.
A group of people supported Huo Fa and walked towards the tribe in a flurry.
When they arrived at the tribe, the old adept pressed Hoffa down on an armchair that only a chieftain could sit on without any explanation.
As soon as he sat down, Hoffa's head tilted and saliva dripped down.
Miranda stomped her feet anxiously.
The old warlock seemed to be even more anxious than Miranda. As soon as Huo Fa sat down, he began to yell loudly, summoning his own people over with great vigor. Using a language that Huo Fa couldn't understand at all, he was loudly giving out orders.
Then, his clansmen scattered in all directions.
After a while, they got all kinds of food. Fruits, jerky, and some strange drinks. They even lit a fire in front of him and started a big fire. In the fire, there were unknown leaves burning. The smoke went into Hoffa's nostrils and stimulated his spirit.
He slumped in the chair and opened his eyes slightly.
He looked at the fire.
The twisting flames were abnormally blurry.
In the flames, there seemed to be a face.
The face smiled and mouthed to him. Flow: All Spells Return to One.
Seeing the face, he struggled to sit up straight. But when Miranda helped him up, the face in the flames had disappeared. Everything was like his illusion.
A Peruvian witch brought him a cup of green cocoa juice. Miranda fed him a sip. The cocoa juice went down his stomach, and the rich coolness rushed to his head, waking him up a little.
"How are you?" Miranda asked worriedly.
"I'm okay …" Hoffa said weakly. "I won't die. I'll be fine after some rest."
Miranda didn't say anything. But after a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice, "What kind of magic is that?"
"Flow Spell."
Hoffa explained weakly. He dipped his finger in the green cocoa juice and wrote the Flow Spell on the table.
All Spells Return to One … So?
Miranda stared at the spell. After looking at it carefully for a while, she gasped. "You … Where did you learn this … ancient and pure spell?"
"In the dream, Silby …"
Hoffa said briefly. Just a few words had exhausted the strength he had just accumulated. He began to pant again.
Miranda shivered and her body trembled slightly.
"It's too pure and simple. This spell doesn't seem to be a spell used by humans." She reached out her hand in both fear and infatuation, caressing the incantation Huo Fa had written. She mumbled, "It's hard to imagine that there could be such an extreme and pure incantation."
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