Silby's calm words entered Hoffa's ears, but they could not reach his heart. This was because the other noises were too terrifying. Not only were the voices louder than before, they were also more exaggerated, unreasonable, and domineering.
In the past, it was only the voices of tens of thousands of sober Magi, but this time, it was the voices of hundreds of millions of irrational Dreamscape Creators.
The collective will was so powerful that it almost drowned Hoffa's rationality.
He twisted and crawled on the ground, drooling like an Alzheimer's patient. He twitched like a roasted lobster, as if he was having epilepsy. His whole body was twisted beyond description. It was as if the one being cursed by Slytherin was not Silby, but him.
Silby came to Hoffa's side and pressed down on his neck.
"Kill … Kill … him …!" Hoffa scratched the ground, leaving ten bloody scratches. He unconsciously repeated, "Kill … Kill … Kill him …!"
"Do you understand now?" Silby sat down beside Hoffa and seemed to be talking to himself. "I've been able to hear these voices since I was young. It's such a painful thing. I've spent every day for a thousand years like this."
Hoffa struggled to raise his head amidst the torrential waves of despair. He looked at Silby, who seemed to have four blurry figures. He tried his best to hear Slytherin's hazy voice. "Go. It's not too late to leave now. After fifty years, your adventure will be over. If you want to leave, just nod your head, and I'll let the Dream God send you back, just like when you came back. "
"Kill … him …!"
Hoffa groaned in pain. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Silby's face. His sharp nails dug deep into his skin, turning him into a bloody mess. He did not know why he wanted to grab Silby. It was as if he could pass on his pain to Silby to lessen his own.
Silby was unmoved. He moved Hoffa's hand away and continued, "You can look down on foolish beings and choose to live in seclusion after knowing the nature of all things. You can also stay …"
* Smack! *
Silby's words were suddenly interrupted by a fierce punch. He was hit on the nose, which caught him off guard. He tilted his head and fell to the ground.
Hoffa staggered up from the ground. His chaotic eyes flashed with a trace of clarity. Under the extreme pain, he retreated, distancing himself from Silby's bewitching words.
Indeed, the countless adventures he had gone through had strengthened his nerves, and the countless times he had walked on the edge of life and death had given him a wealth of experience. Huo Fa understood that he couldn't fight against this power alone. He needed the help of others in order to counteract this crazy and irrational attack. At this moment, the tough-guy character that he revealed almost moved Silby.
He retreated and chanted in his heart.
'I need help … I need help … I need help …'
As he chanted in his heart, the Mind-Flow Spell instantly transmitted his voice to the mind of every conscious wizard on the planet.
These wizards were all once blessed by Hoffa during the Sleepwalkers' uprising. They were willing to believe that he was the savior and were willing to listen to him.
.....
Under London.
Indor the fairy was reading the account book obsessively. Suddenly, he was alerted. He looked at the believers who were counting the money and asked, "Did you hear his voice?"
"I heard it! I heard it! " The wizards who were counting the money for the fairy were all agitated. They shouted, "I heard it, he needs help!"
Then, they ran around like headless flies and said anxiously, "How can we help him? He has helped us so much!"
"Wait!" Indor slammed the table and stopped the restless wizards. "I have an idea!"
The restless adepts stopped what they were doing and looked at Yin Duo with confused eyes. The fairy coughed and said seriously, "We will transfer the money!"
They were stunned for a moment.
"Ah! Are you kidding me, fairy! " A wizard questioned angrily. He raised a pile of gold coins in his hand. "How can we give him the gold coins? Besides, the market has collapsed. What's the use of money!"
The other wizards agreed. They all agreed with the wizard's point of view. They believed that the fairy had fallen for money and lost his mind.
"Shut up!"
The fairy shouted. His small body exuded the aura of a financial tycoon. He kicked away the gold coins beside him and scolded, "Idiot, in this era of chaos, trust is the only currency! So, we just need to trust him. "
After saying that, the greedy goblin actually pointed at his chest devoutly and began to pray. An invisible line was suddenly connected between Hoffa and the fairy.
.....
In the colony of Calcutta, India.
Adbey Ghoshak was discussing the matters of the plantation with a group of monks and wizards. Suddenly, he felt something and asked his companions loudly, "Did you hear Bach's voice?"
His companions nodded. "He needs help. How can we help him?"
Adbey was also very confused and anxious. He heard Hoffa's voice, but he could feel that the young man was thousands of miles away. What could he do?
At this moment, an elderly monk walked up to Adebe with prayer beads in hand. A group of young monks followed behind him. These monks who had been saved by Huo Fa during the chaos all put their hands together and revealed extremely pious expressions.
The old monk said to Adbey in Sanskrit, "Before the destruction comes, give your heart to Shiva, and Brahma will be born from the lotus."
After saying that, he led the monks to sit down and assumed a strange yoga posture. They sat cross-legged and raised their hands. Invisible white lines merged their heartbeats with the universe.
.....
Hummingbird Mountain, Peru.
Covered in bandages, the tribal chief Inhanio was lying on the bed and gasping for breath. His three wives were changing his bandages. Suddenly, his ears pricked up as he heard something. He immediately pushed away his wife who was changing his bandages, sat up and listened.
After listening for a moment, he confirmed the source of the sound and suddenly became excited. He was so excited that he did not care about his body that was seriously injured by Miranda. As he shouted, he rushed out of his treehouse with tears in his eyes. Under the sky, he opened his arms and said something. His people followed him and did the same.
Sparkling white magic power floated out of their hearts, following the mental web created by the Mind Flow Curse, and drifted to an unknown place.
.....
At the lowest level of the tower, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were beaten black and blue because of the spell bombardment, stopped at the same time. Dumbledore listened for a moment and asked, "Did you hear that?"
Grindelwald in the dark nodded.
He needed help. Dumbledore said, "I didn't help him last time. This time, I won't be absent again."
Grindelwald said, "Since he's our student, I agree with you. But this is the only time. "
With that, Grindelwald and Dumbledore raised their wands at the same time.
Two huge waves of spiritual power went straight up the tower and joined the spiritual net built by the Mind Flow Spell.
.....
And in the center of the tower, the one-armed Ossivia was bathed in blood. She was half-human, half-snake. Under her waist, there was a collapsed and dead giant Birdman. The Birdman's body was twisted into a fried dough twist by Ossivia's huge snake tail.
After she heard Hoffa's voice, she slowly let go of the Birdman's body and sat down. She said to herself, "I hope it won't be like last time." With that, she closed her eyes and let Hoffa's spiritual tentacles connect with her mind.
Mana flowed like a stream and flowed up the Spirit Net.
.....
At the top of the tower, where the stairs disappeared, Miranda and Mille were entangled. Miranda was panting from exhaustion, and her brother had been beaten black and blue by her.
Although Mille was at a disadvantage in the battle, Miranda could not do anything to him. This was because this time, no matter how she persuaded, Mille was determined to break up with her and never return to her.
However, just as they were in a stalemate, Hoffa's voice entered their ears at the same time.
Miranda was stunned. She was distracted in the confrontation and was immediately punched in the face by Mille.
She turned around and grabbed Mille's wrist and scolded, "Don't be in a hurry to hit him, do you hear me?"
"I hear you. So what? What does it have to do with me!?" Mille said angrily.
"Help him. If it's not extremely urgent, he definitely won't ask for help," Miranda said in a commanding tone as usual.
"I won't!" Mille screamed. "I don't want to help that ingrate. He doesn't belong to you at all. What are you still thinking!?"
Miranda rolled her eyes and whispered something in Mille's ear. Her words were extremely secretive. However, after Mille heard it, his expression changed. He was no longer willing to fight with Miranda. Instead, he sat down obediently and willingly offered his magic and spiritual power to the man at the top of the tower.
.....
At the top of the 10,000-meter-tall tower, Hoffa heard the others' response to him. He took a deep breath and puffed out his chest.
This action was like a whale sucking in water. The dancing magic and spiritual power quickly flew to his side and entered his body. At first, they were like a trickling stream. Then, they were like a torrential river. Finally, they were as mighty as the sea. They followed the invisible spiritual network and rushed into Hoffa's body!
This was the last, and also the most magnificent and thorough operation of the Heart Flow Spell. It did not even require Hoffa to chant the incantation. His soul automatically entered the state of Heart Flow. His spiritual power spread across the entire world like lightning, building a huge and invisible spiritual network in the world.
With the support of the spiritual network, his power was magnified ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times!
"Hah!!"
He roared and stood up like a giant!
Endless power surged from his limbs and bones. His eyes emitted a white light that seemed to have materialized. The overflowing white magic power lifted him up into the air. At this moment, the irrational voice was completely isolated. At this moment, he was unprecedented, surpassing all living things, even surpassing the gods!
Silby's long red hair was blown up by the power and danced wildly in the air. His face was filled with understanding, sadness, joy, and sadness. But in the end, he returned to calmness.
The God of Dreams floated in the sky uneasily. He looked at the man in the white light and wanted to leave. He wanted to stay away from Hoffa who was like the most unstable bomb. However, Silby held the magic staff tightly and did not let it go out of control.
Hovering amidst the intense white light, Huo Fa was momentarily dazed by this power that overcame everything. However, he soon realized that this was a responsibility that others had entrusted to him.
"Now, listen to me …" he said, hoping to transmit his voice to the restless people who had just left their dreams.
However, no one paid attention to his warning. The fried dough twists who had just woken up from their sweet dreams were still as panicked as a flock of frightened sheep. They ran around in despair and vented their emotions.
"Now, listen to me!"
He said loudly, using the huge spiritual force field to shout to the world.
However, there was still no response. After a short pause, the people were still in a panic, as if the end of the world had arrived. They were in a constant state of panic.
Then, Hoffa roared even more angrily, "Now! Listen to me!! "
This time, his spiritual force field expanded to the limit, and his spiritual tentacles pierced into every person in the chaos. Accompanied by an incomparably powerful spiritual force, the frenzied and rioting Muggles calmed down. They listened attentively, listening to the sudden sound.
On the 10,000-meter-high platform, Hoffa stood up and roared to the sky, "Everyone stop!!"
At this moment, the spiritual net that he and the sober wizards had built together spread across the world in an instant, connecting everyone's thoughts and consciousness together. The fanatical irrationality was like a rampaging bull, a wild horse that had been tamed by the most tenacious cowboy on the ground and fiercely suppressed!
At this moment, the Mind-Flow Curse was magnified to the limit! It was the power of almost all the sober wizards in the world. It was so huge that it was almost indescribable. The chaos and panic in the world was suppressed by Hoffa at this moment. All the Muggles and wizards in the world were under his control, and they no longer killed each other.
Hundreds of millions of people looked up blankly. Zizi took a step forward, as if waiting for Hoffa's next order.
However, Hoffa could no longer give the next order.
He only had the first half of the Mind-Flow Curse. He did not know the complete part of the Mind-Flow Curse. Although he had controlled the world that was killing each other and built a huge spiritual net, this huge power in his hands was undoubtedly the source of destruction. It was the purest and most extreme source of destruction.
He lowered his head and stared at Silby. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
Silby looked up at him and tilted his head. He stretched out three fingers, then withdrew them, then withdrew them again.
Three.
Two.
One.
The countdown ended.
Hoffa's heart beat violently. He felt as if something was fiercely colliding in his chest. A salty taste overflowed from his throat. His whole body was blazing hot, as if he was soaked in burning blood.
After he defeated the irrational voice, more, bigger, and more terrifying magic power and spiritual force surged into his body like a tide. It was completely unstoppable. This was not the power of all the sober wizards, but the power of all the wizards in the world.
Puff!
After he spat out another mouthful of blood, his body could not help but bulge with bubbles, making him look abnormally deformed. In those bubbles, there was boiling, endless, wild power! In this monstrous sea of magic, he clenched his teeth and persevered, hoping to calm it down. However, it was futile.
His body could not help but expand. The endless power in his body wanted to find a vent. It was just like what he did in Peru, Paris, and Calcutta. However, it was different this time. The power this time was ten thousand times greater than before. It was impossible to release it through gentle means.
At this time, Silby came in front of him. He stroked Hoffa's huge and distorted face. "Thank you. You have done what you can. Leave the rest to me."
Hoffa looked at him with red eyes. "You … will … die …"
"We will all die one day," Silby said with a smile.
He looked at Silby's smiling face. His eyes were blurred by something. He did not want to give this power to Silby, but he knew that he had no other choice. There was no turning back. The moment he chose to use the Mind Flow Curse, he could not turn back.
Finally, he reached out his trembling hand.
"Mind Flow … All Spells Return to One …"
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