As soon as he jumped onto the street.
In the sky, hundreds of flowers bloomed. Countless cannons rose from nowhere, and Zizi exploded in the air.
With this explosion, all the balconies were suddenly crowded with people, cheering and shouting.
Then, there was a rumbling sound of footsteps behind Hoffa.
One corner.
Two corners.
Three corners.
Suddenly, a large crowd of people appeared. They ran like rabbits being chased by dogs, and there were a few stragglers running for their lives.
Moo!!
Following an aggressive roar, a herd of muscular bulls rushed towards Huo Fa from the streets and alleys, leading hundreds and thousands of people.
Their four hooves were in the air, their heads were shaking up and down, and their running figures disappeared around the corner. Like a train, they rushed into the street.
Someone fell to the ground, rolled into the ditch, and lay motionless. However, the herd of bulls ignored him and continued to charge forward. They ran by in a pack.
At this moment, banners were pulled up among the wooden stakes, and countless men and women crowded behind the railings, holding wine glasses and shouting wildly.
Hoffa turned his head and saw that outside the railings, a few killers also rushed over. The crowd of onlookers could not stop them.
They were as determined as a rock, and would not give up until they reached their goal.
Looking at the three men chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed into the crowd. He wanted to use the bulls and the crowd to get rid of the killers.
At this moment, more and more people poured out of the streets and alleys. They pushed and shoved each other along the street to the bullring, and the atmosphere became more and more fanatical.
In his sight, Hoffa saw a raging bull chasing the crowd, and in a flash, it knocked down seven or eight people.
Although Hoffa was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by this amazing scene.
He didn't know who invented this crazy sport, but he was now rushing towards the running crowd.
At this moment, the cries of the onlooking Spaniards began to become fearful. This was because, in their line of sight, when everyone was being chased by the bulls, there was a young man with a person on his back who was actually rushing forward without dodging or avoiding the bulls.
What was he doing?
Was he courting death?
At the side, some men shouted anxiously. Some women screamed and covered their eyes.
Hoffa turned a deaf ear to him. He kept one eye on the assassins outside the crowd and the other on the crowd.
It was getting closer.
It was getting closer!
He had a panoramic view of the fear on the faces of the men who were running wildly. He could also clearly see the tendons on the bodies of the bulls. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and he could hear his own heartbeat thumping powerfully.
He could taste the saltiness of the sweat dripping from his forehead in his mouth. The speed seemed extremely slow, but it was actually indescribably fast.
A distance of 10 metres
5 metres
1 metre
Boom!
Behind him, the three pursuers smashed the wooden fence into pieces. Without hesitation, they raised their guns and aimed at Hoffa.
Bang bang bang!!
Just as the gunshot rang out.
Hoffa ran head-on into the tide-like herd and crowd, disappearing from the material world.
The three assassins couldn't dodge in time and were swallowed up by the crowd and the bulls.
Hoffa's ears were whistling through the air, and his eyes were filled with gray figures flashing past quickly.
After Ghost Walk ended, Hoffa came out from the back of the crowd. In front of him was a wide inner city river. There were some wooden stakes and boats in the middle of the river.
He didn't stop running. With a few quick leaps, he stepped on the wooden stakes in the river. Sometimes he jumped into a boat, sometimes he climbed onto a wooden stake. Finally, he stepped on two pieces of bluestone in the river and jumped high. He grabbed the stone edge on the other side of the river with one hand and climbed to the other side of the river.
The noise stopped.
They came to the other side of the city and entered the old city area full of red walls and orange tiles. Because everyone ran to watch the bullfight, the old city area was unusually quiet.
Hoffa's chest rose and fell, and he panted as he turned around. At this moment, the fanatical sound of the bulls running could no longer be heard, and the three men who were chasing him were nowhere to be seen.
The two stood on the riverbank and looked at the flowing river. Silby suddenly said with emotion, "I want to give you more money, but there is no doubt that I pay you too little."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Hoffa said coldly. He didn't seem happy at all. The omnipresent pressure didn't disappear, and his mental energy field still couldn't extend too far in the city.
A thick cloud of smoke rose in the distance. In the air, several rows of transport planes kept circling.
"Can we not go to the station?" After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "I can send you back from somewhere else, by boat or plane."
Silby nodded, then shook his head. "Let's go take a look, and then make a decision. After all, it's not my problem alone."
Half an hour later, the stealthy Hoffa took Silby through the old city area and came to the end of the journey.
Barcelona's Sanz Station.
Huo Fa slowed down his pace.
Because the scene in front of him shocked him.
He saw that there were dilapidated buildings everywhere, and the ground was full of glass shards and stones. Some corpses were strangely hanging from high places, and some were entangled in broken antennas, with electric sparks crackling on their bodies.
Some people were directly smashed into the wall by the huge force, their bodies twisted.
Dozens of vehicles were knocked over, and countless corpses of soldiers were lying on the ground. There were German troops, Western troops, and some German sorcerers and Rune Sorcerers whose faces couldn't be seen clearly.
Hoffa bent down and picked up a broken wooden stick. It was a broken magic wand.
And the owner of the wand was hanging lifelessly on the barrel of a tank.
Chaos.
Extreme chaos.
There was no doubt that a fierce battle had just taken place here. Hoffa shook his head to wake himself up from the shock.
He had to go.
In stealth mode, Huo Fa ran through the thick smoke with large strides. He tried to leave this place.
But just as he passed through the smoke, the next scene made Hoffa's scalp go numb, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.
There was a mountain in front of him, a hillside piled up with corpses. The corpses were all wearing black suits, and their exposed black joints shone with a metallic light.
Ossivia.
At this moment, she stood alone in the sea of blood and corpses nearly ten meters high, showing a half-human, half-snake state. Her huge snake tail was covered with wounds and blood, and nearly half of her scales were gone.
There were also a large number of muggle soldiers and ordinary women and children on the ground. Blood flowed everywhere, and the scene was too horrible to look at.
Ossivia saw Hoffa and turned her head. His eyes, which were usually green, actually began to faintly glow red.
"What happened!!?"
Huo Fa was extremely shocked. Could it be that Osivia had been slaughtering these people all this time?
She didn't answer, just covered her bloody arm and slowly slid down the mountain of corpses.
The huge body more than three meters tall looked down at Silby and asked in a hoarse and cold voice, "Where is the key?"
Silby shook his head and looked at the corpses around him.
"One of these people might be my family's reinforcements, but you've already killed him."
Ossivia bent down and picked up Silby from Hoffa's back, raising him high. "I'm not the one who killed them. Where is the key?"
As she spoke, several transport planes circled in the sky.
Countless figures jumped down from the planes.
They landed on the ground with a rumble, surrounding the train station firmly. He raised his head.
Everyone's eyes were like torches, burning brightly.
They surrounded Hoffa and Ossivia step by step.
Hoffa turned his head anxiously. "We should go!"
Ossivia didn't seem to notice. Her voice was as cold as iron. "Hand it over."
Silby showed a mocking expression and shook his head. "Give up. I won't let anyone enter the library."
"Let's go!" Hoffa looked at the approaching figures and shouted. "What are you waiting for?"
Ossivia: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you? “
"Your father died to keep the secret. Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Silby said calmly.
After he finished speaking, the red-eyed crowd slowly parted to form a path. The man with the golden crown appeared at the train station. He raised a black gun and pointed it at Silby, who was in the middle of the crowd.
Following his actions, everyone around him raised the guns in their hands in unison.
Ossivia turned her head and stared at the man with the crown in the crowd. The hatred in her eyes was monstrous.
Slap!!!
Her face suddenly tilted to the side, and there was a bright red handprint on it. Hoffa jumped up and slapped this senior sister's face. "You're crazy!"
He grabbed Ossivia's collar. "Or do you not understand human language? Can't we talk somewhere else?"
Ossivia covered her face and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but her red eyes slowly regained clarity.
At this moment, all the guns around Zizi opened fire.
She grabbed Hoffa's shoulder. In the violent magic fluctuations, Hoffa felt that his whole body was squeezed into a rubber pipe. A terrible sense of suffocation assaulted him. Some of the broken pieces whooshed past his ears.
The next second, the squeezing disappeared.
A large amount of salty air rushed into Hoffa's nose.
When he opened his eyes again, Ossivia had taken him to the beach of Barcelona, far away from the city.
The sea breeze blew here, and the surface of the sea was dotted with white sails. Seagulls were crying in the sky, and the blue sea was surging on the white beach.
The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, a sharp contrast to the madness and chaos from before.
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding, and he touched his forehead.
It was full of cold sweat.
He could see the smoke rising from the city of Barcelona in the distance. Who could imagine what kind of madness that city was experiencing?
Ossivia, this woman, was really crazy.
He turned his head to look at the witch. She was staring at him blankly. Hoffa had never seen such an expression on her face.
It was a mixture of despondency, helplessness, and complete confusion.
"Forget it, it's all over. Hoffa sighed. "Let's go back to London first."
He grabbed Silby's arm on his shoulder and wanted to put him back on the ground.
However, at this moment. A trace of warmth came from his shoulder. The warmth soaked through his clothes.
Hoffa felt that something was wrong.
He turned his head and saw Silby on his back looking at him with a smile. Large amounts of blood overflowed from his mouth.
An ominous premonition enveloped Hoffa like a tide.
He shivered and decisively put Silby on the beach and bent over to take a look.
Silby's back was full of bullet holes.
The bullet holes were densely packed, turning him into a sieve.
Huo Fa stood up abruptly, almost unable to catch his breath. Looking at his hands, the blood on the back of his hands was glaring. He took two steps back, feeling a little dizzy.
When did this happen?
Was it the moment of the Mirage Shift?
He seemed to remember something, quickly squatted down, and grabbed Silby.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
Silby's head shook twice, staring straight at Hoffa. "Thank you."
Then, his body brushed past Hoffa's arm, and he fell on the beach with a plop, his eyes wide open.
Blood spread out from under his body, mixing with the tide and surging in the sea.
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