He finally sat up and scratched his head. He sighed as he put on Zizi's clothes.
At this point, he couldn't blame the Peruvian sorcerers. He did not want to blame God either. He just wanted to find Miranda. Hoffa was worried about her whereabouts.
However, when he pushed the door open, there was no one in the corridor.
Some female clothes were hanging on the drying rack, water dripping down quietly.
He walked out of the female dormitory and came to the street.
The underground lake that was bustling with activity last night was now dead silent. There was no sound at all. There were no conscious sorcerers coming and going, and there was no trace of Miranda. All that was left was the rumbling sound of water falling from the high pipes into the deep underground drainage lake.
What happened?
Even though he was desperate to find Miranda, Hoffa was still confused by the empty scene. In his confusion, there was a sense of oppression.
This oppression made him even more worried about Miranda's disappearance. After experiencing those things, his emotions had inevitably changed.
"Miranda!"
He stood on the slippery stone street and shouted Miranda's name.
No one answered. It was as if everyone had evaporated in an instant. Everything he had seen before was an unreal illusion.
The hyacinth lamps swayed slowly and dimmed. However, the shops and streets under the hyacinth lamps were empty. There were only some scattered boxes and goods that told of the chaos that happened here.
"Miranda!?"
He looked around and felt more and more uneasy. Where did everyone go? Where was Miranda? Where was Dumbledore? Was he dreaming?
"Miranda … Damn it!!"
He quickly ran to the place where Miranda usually worked. He prayed that nothing would happen.
Slap!
In the midst of his mad dash, a piece of paper in the air hit his anxious face head-on, like a slap in the face.
He tore it down and his expression changed. It was a piece of paper that looked like a wanted poster. His name was written on it.
[Dear Hoffa Bach]
However, there was only this sentence. He held the piece of paper with his name on it and looked around, but he could not see anyone.
"Who!?"
He shouted everywhere, but no one responded.
He went on, stepping on another piece of paper on the slippery ground. He picked it up and looked at it. It was another wanted poster, written in the same handwriting.
[My good friend, you really didn't disappoint me and left the Time Cage. I am very satisfied.]
Time Cage …
He knew who had written these words. Cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. The cold reality hit him head-on.
His heart was in turmoil as he continued to walk forward. Sure enough, he saw another wanted poster pasted on the wall.
[But do you think this is the end? Of course not.]
He followed the wanted posters on the wall and continued forward until he saw a wanted poster scattered around a newsstand.
[Life is so empty, but the path to the top is enough to fill a person's soul.]
Further ahead, there were two more wanted posters pasted on the hyacinth lamp, one in a row. He had to sway from side to side to see them clearly.
[I haven't been filled yet, so I want to play a game with you.]
[As a game chip, I want to bet everything with you. The winner takes all, and the loser eats the dust.]
Silby … Damn it!
Damn it!!
Hoffa clenched his fists and his fingers pierced through the wanted poster. What had happened in the past few days was too magical, causing him to almost forget his goal. If Silby didn't die … All beautiful things were like castles in the air. They would all turn into bubbles and disappear completely.
He chased after the wanted posters and walked all the way. The last wanted poster was pasted on the portal pillar at Miranda's workplace. Looking at the wanted poster, Hoffa felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand steadily.
[Within three days, if you can't save this world, I'll pack up a few of your friends and sink them into the Pacific Ocean.]
The letter stopped abruptly and was abnormally short. However, the meaning was cold and sharp. Hoffa couldn't believe it. Pack up his friends and sink them into the Pacific Ocean?
What does this mean?
Was Miranda captured by Silby? Could it be that everyone in the underground lake was taken away by Silby?
When did this happen?
How did he do it?
Why didn't I notice it at all?
Sizzle.
Accompanied by the silent flames, the wanted posters on the wall or in his hands gradually burned to ashes. Looking at the burning flames, Hoffa seemed to be able to see a pair of mocking eyes behind the flames. Those were Silby's eyes.
He gradually calmed down and swayed with his hands behind his back.
No, that's impossible. No matter how strong Silby is, he can't do this.
He remembered that when he took a shower, the blood on his leg hadn't dried yet, and there were no signs of fighting in Miranda's house. It was clear that there was less than an hour between his awakening and Miranda's.
The shower head in the bathroom was still dripping. She must have taken a shower before leaving home. Obviously, she didn't leave in a hurry, but left naturally.
On second thought, when he woke up, he heard someone talking outside. In other words, when he woke up, there were still people outside. When he came out, they were all gone.
In less than a few minutes, this was good news.
He took out the glass ball from his pocket and wanted to ask the God of Nightmares if it knew any clues. However, when he took out the glass ball, he saw that the little monster in the glass ball was more dispirited than ever before. It lowered its head and floated in the ball. It hadn't said a word for a long time.
"Little monster, little monster!"
He swayed the glass ball.
The floating God of Nightmares slowly raised its head. The white light in its head was dimmer than ever. Hoffa was extremely worried. It had only been a day.
"What happened, little monster?" he asked.
"I sensed … the will of the primordial …" The white light in the little monster's head flickered. It struggled to raise its head and looked at Hoffa. It said intermittently, "Destroy … You must destroy …"
Before it finished speaking, the white light in its head suddenly extinguished. Its body could no longer remain floating. It silently fell to the bottom of the glass ball, like an ordinary dead octopus.
Huo Fa sucked in a breath of cold air. That was a god. How could he have fallen so quietly?
There was no other way. Should he use that move?
Hoffa was extremely uneasy. However, when he thought of Miranda, he gritted his teeth and used the power of time.
His eyes glowed with silver light as he looked at the void. In the void, countless of him in the future opened their silver eyes at the same time. That was one minute later, half an hour later, one hour later, five hours later, one day later, two days later, all the way until three days later.
As for the time beyond that, Hoffa couldn't see clearly.
Then, half an hour later, he looked over and said, "Paris."
The silver light in Hoffa's eyes disappeared.
This ability was a side effect of the power of time. It was also the power that the guy called Manse yearned for the most. It had the power to see the future. It was a supreme prophecy.
However, Hoffa had never been willing to use this ability because he knew the side effects of the power of time too well.
If he actively observed the future, then the result of the observation would inevitably happen, no matter if it was good or bad. It was like Manse saw his own death but was powerless to stop it.
If he didn't observe, then everything in the future would be chaotic.
However, since Silby had already said that he would sink his friends into the Pacific Ocean, then he couldn't care less about the side effects of the power of time.
After receiving the news of Paris, he quickly grabbed a handful of powder from the flying net, stepped into the portal, and shouted, "Paris!"
.....
.....
Accompanied by a whirlwind.
When he stepped on solid ground, he was instantly drowned by the crowd. The experience of going from being alone to being surrounded by people was not something that could be described to outsiders.
It was as if he was on the most crowded Indian train in his previous life, being squeezed by a huge crowd. It was so crowded that he couldn't even breathe.
Under the crazy crowd, Hoffa did not hesitate to activate the power of time. The flow of time was slowed down by a hundred times, and the speed at which those people were pushing forward suddenly slowed down.
In the slowed time, he grabbed someone's shoulder, stepped on them, and stood on top of them. The endless number of people on top of their heads was almost as solid as the ground. It was obvious how many people there were.
Taking a closer look, those people who were squeezing around were not awake Sorcerers, but sleepwalkers who were as dense as weeds. Most of them were wearing helmets, some were wearing Nazi Germany military uniforms, some were wearing Allied suicide squad jackets, and most of them were civilians. They were wearing black cages, and wave after wave, they crashed into a wall that was dozens of meters high in the distance.
The wall was backed by the Eiffel Tower, and the tower was shaking under the huge impact, and was in imminent danger. The wall was shining with the light of magic spells, and that was a sign that the Sorcerers were casting spells.
Huo Fa immediately understood. It was exactly the same as what he had seen in Peru. It was the same Sorcerer base that was attacked by sleepwalkers. However, this time, the location of the attack was changed to Berlin, and the scale of the attack was more than a hundred times larger than the one in Peru.
This was not a coincidence, but a group event.
Why would the future Sorcerer lead him to this place?
He quickly found the reason.
The tide-like impact and trampling caused the first batch of sleepwalkers to pile up to more than ten meters high.
The Sorcerers stood on the high wall, and the leader was Dumbledore. He circled the magic wand in his hand, and the raging fire turned into a fire dragon, roaring and sweeping through, burning the top layer of sleepwalkers to ashes. The fire dragon was growing bigger and bigger.
Hoffa could not help but shout, "Stop!"
He disappeared with Mirage, and when he reappeared, he was next to Dumbledore. He grabbed his wrist.
"Stop, let me handle it!" He blurted out subconsciously.
Dumbledore looked at Hoffa who grabbed his arm and was shocked. The fire dragon in his magic wand disappeared, and the French Sorcerers around him pulled out their wands and shouted in French, "Who are you?"
"Don't worry, don't worry," Dumbledore quickly said to the sober Sorcerers around him, "This is my student."
The sober Sorcerers heard Dumbledore and slowly put down their wands. But they still looked at him with vigilance.
Dumbledore asked Hoffa anxiously, "Why are you here? Didn't you get the notice to hide?"
Hide … It turned out that the people in London's underground lake were hiding. Hoffa was slightly relieved. However, although he had more than a thousand questions in his heart, he saw the urgent situation at the moment and did not ask.
"Don't kill them, I can let them leave here." Hoffa said, "These are all living people. After I deal with Silby, they will naturally wake up."
"We can't think so far ahead now!" Dumbledore said anxiously, "If we don't deal with this batch of sleepwalkers now, the surviving Sorcerers in Paris will be drowned. Once Paris is lost, the consequences will be unimaginable … "
"Give me a place, I can do it right away!" Hoffa interrupted him. "Hurry!"
Dumbledore was stunned. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Hoffa said firmly.
As they spoke, the tsunami-like sleepwalkers, under the control of an unknown force, crashed into the city wall. This collision caused the city wall to shake and almost collapse. The Sorcerers next to them could not stand still and shouted, urging Dumbledore to cast faster. Some Sorcerers even pulled Hoffa's arm, trying to pull him away from Dumbledore so that he would not disturb Dumbledore.
Dumbledore chose to believe in Hoffa. He put away his wand and drove the crowd back to make space for him.
Hoffa did not hesitate. He immediately sat on the ground and began to cast the Mind Charm.
This was his third time casting the Mind Charm. Due to his increased proficiency, the speed of casting the Mind Charm was much faster than the previous two times.
Along with the incantation, So continued to form in his mind.
Like a tide, hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers were attracted to him and stopped crashing into the wall. However, there was also a large amount of mana and other indescribable forces mixed in with his attention.
This time, the number of sleepwalkers was several times larger than the one in Peru. The energy gathered by the Mind Charm So was several times larger. It took almost three minutes for Hoffa's chest to bulge up high, and even his limbs became thicker as if they were inflated.
This made Dumbledore quite worried. He looked at Hoffa from the side and could feel a huge force boiling in his body, but it was obviously not healthy. Due to the lack of a way to release it, the energy expanded Hoffa's body little by little, almost making him explode.
Hoffa was also aware of this terrible power, but after his previous experience, he no longer forced himself to endure this magic power. Instead, he divided his attention and began to cast the Transformation Spell.
He jumped off the high wall and ran forward while frantically using the Transformation Spell to reinforce the wall.
It was an unprecedented Transformation Spell. Under his control, a high wall hundreds of meters long rose from the ground. As he walked, the wall continued to extend.
In less than thirty minutes, he had erected a wall that was several thousand meters long in the city. The wall was still extending into the distance.
The Parisian wizards behind him were stunned.
How much magic power did one need to be able to do this?
However, Hoffa was not using his own magic power, but the magic power of the group of wizards who had fallen into the dream. After the magic power was released from his body, his swollen body gradually returned to normal, and his chest was no longer towering.
He ran on the wall, and the sleepwalkers were attracted by the Mind Charm. Zizi followed behind him. The seemingly unstoppable attack was resolved by him alone.
No one knew who took the first step.
Soon, the sober wizards, as well as Dumbledore and Zizi, followed Hoffa and ran. They wanted to see what the young man was going to do.
Finally, Hoffa came to the empty suburbs. He began to run in circles. Layers of indestructible walls formed under his feet. Soon, he ran out of a space as big as two football fields. The wall under his feet formed by the Transformation Spell was also dozens of meters high. It firmly sealed the space as big as two football fields, and hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers were firmly imprisoned by him. They could no longer run around, let alone create chaos.
After doing all this.
He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. He was so tired that his face was pale, and he was panting.
Although there was no shortage of magic power, it was not his own power after all. To control such a huge and mixed power and transform it into a standard Transformation Spell, the consumption of mental power was almost unimaginable.
However, after the incident in Peru, his endurance was much stronger, so he did not collapse on the spot.
Dumbledore ran over from the wall with the group of French wizards and saw what Hoffa had done. They were shocked beyond words. The huge Great Wall that was built in an instant was like a miracle, standing on the outskirts of Paris.
The French wizards no longer had any prejudice against him. They rushed to his side in shock and gratitude, praising him in stiff English and asking questions. They treated him like a savior.
Hoffa panted. The praises and questions of the strangers went in and out of his ears. After using the Mind Charm, he really did not have much energy to socialize with others.
Dumbledore saw Hoffa's exhaustion. He shouted angrily and drove away the excited French wizards. He touched Hoffa's shoulder and squatted down. "Are you okay?"
Huo Fa nodded. This time, it was much better than the time in Peru. After using the Mind Flow Curse, he couldn't even speak. This time, the burden of the Mind Charm was not as great as he had imagined.
The problem of the sleepwalkers was solved. After recovering some strength, Hoffa grabbed Dumbledore's arm and asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Where is Miranda? Do you know where she went?"
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