Chapter 257

All the way up the stairs, Hoffa shuttled between the swinging gears and the diffuse steam, surrounded by the gray pipes that spewed smoke from time to time.

In the middle of the night, his five senses were as sharp as beasts, and the smell of nuns became more and more obvious. He touched the ground on his toes without making a sound.

For some reason, the female vampire, after seeing the scar on his chest, followed him closely. She was clinging to the ceiling like a big bat, crawling with a gray pipe to avoid the soldiers who came out of the corner from time to time, holding guns and walking in a hurry.

Let Hoffa some can't understand why she wants to follow behind him, but he didn't mean to ask, maybe the power he got from the God of night makes her feel kind? Maybe she wanted to find the real culprit who destroyed the family, but as long as it didn't hinder him, he didn't care.

As his height gradually rose, as he was getting closer to his ultimate goal, the smoke in the turret became more and more intense. There were many looming scales on the gray pipe walls, which were vague and unreal. Some strange sound appeared in Hoffman.

It was the tick of the clock.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

There's some weird murmur in it.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

it seems that someone is counting with his fingers in his ear.

But when he carefully identified the sound, he found that it was just some kind of auditory hallucination, like the glass marbles on the roof, occasionally appeared, but when he listened carefully, it disappeared.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

over and over again, Hoffa turns the last corner close to Chloe's breath.

He saw a man with his back to him standing in the thick fog. He was very tall, wearing a black suit, holding a strange big black umbrella. Under the umbrella was a shawl and free and easy pure white hair.

There was no time to think about why someone would hold an umbrella indoors. Hoffa's heart beat heavily, and then his eyes turned red instantly.

My former teacher, greendevo. He is standing in front of himself with an umbrella!?

Adrenaline instantly overpowered everything, the three rings of his chest became bright red, and even countless needlelike feathers emerged from every corner of his body.

"Grindevo!"

He roared wildly in his heart and rushed over like an electric light. His arm turned into a giant knife.

Shua.

With one cut, he went straight through grindevo's body. The touch is thin, no different from chopping air.

Dong Dong...

his heart rate slowed down gradually. Looking back, he found that grindevoir's sight was not on him at all. He was just concentrating on counting. Moreover, grindevoir in front of him was younger than when he taught himself.

It's all a fog, some kind of fantasy.

Hoffa's body changes gradually disappeared. He regained his composure and stood in the same place to watch.

In this group of unreasonably appear in the fantasy, grindevo holding a black umbrella, standing in a completely unknown position. There were seven or eight young people on their knees in front of him, some in wizard's clothes, others in Muggle uniform. But look at their expressions, it seems that they have suffered unimaginable torture, no corner of the mouth is not with blood.

"Nothing is eternal, everything is the void of the void." "In chaos, the face will turn to bone, the blade will rust away, the Empire will collapse in a flash, and nothing will last forever," greendevo said

"Why are you doing this?"

Asked one of the men who had fallen to the ground, raising his head.

It was mans Muller, who was dressed as a junior sergeant. He looked much younger than he is now, but his still young face was full of despair. "Let us know that the world is meaningless. What's the good for you?"

"I don't want to give in to knowing that it's meaningless, or succumbing to it, or struggling to find my own meaning."

He took out his wand from his pocket. The black wand of the elder spewed out a bright green light. The light was divided into seven transparent arms in the air. Each arm pressed one of their heads. With one grip, transparent light spots overflowed from their orifices and flew into the wand. "From now on, no one can kill you Go and find the only thing that lasts forever. Let me see your final answer

Smoke shrouded and disappeared, and Hoffa could not help clenching his fist. If there's no accident, it should be mans's memory. In this way, this Muggle is somewhat similar to his own experience. They have also experienced the devastation and torture of grindevo, and they also have something they believe in, but what they believe is not the same.

The female vampire who has been following Hoffa also sees the picture in front of her. She jumps down the gray pipe and walks to Hoffa. "What's this?" She asked curiously.

"Why do you always follow me?"Hoffa asked.

"Are you going to avenge my people? If you are not the murderer, you must know the identity of the murderer, right?"

Hoffa shook his head and nodded slowly again. "I do know."

"Then take me and I'll be with you." The female vampire said immediately.

Hoffa shook his head, did not answer, but walked along the pipe. Every time he went up, he could see some mixed visions. These visions are very strange. Some of them are mans' and some of them are Chloe's. He even saw the church and priest of Chloe's nightmare in the nightmare world, as if some strange fusion was taking place in this turret.

He became more and more uneasy.

Through the last layer of fantasy, he came to the top of the shankhost warship. In the darkness, he finally saw the nun who had been away for a long time.

It was a place like an operating room, surrounded by strange surgical instruments, and she sat on an iron chair in the middle of the room, her feet fixed by iron shackles, her arms crossed and her head hung down. A lot of blood flows from the arm into the catheter, and then from the catheter into the unknown darkness. That's where the smell of blood came from.

Hoffa came to Chloe quickly, half knelt down and patted the nun on the cheek.

"Hey, how are you?"

There was no response and it was cold.

His heart stopped beating.

"I don't think that's going to happen," Hoffa told himself. Then he palmed the nun's neck and felt her pulse. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, wake up and tell me what happened?"

He pressed Chloe's shoulder and shook it hard.

This time he used a little force, Chloe slowly woke up, raised his eyelids, but the pupils were very lax. It's blindness caused by excessive blood loss,

"is that you... Hoffa?" She asked, turning her ear to him.

"It's me."

Hoffa's voice trembled.

The endless killing made his chest boil.

"Ah, are we all dead?"

She asked vaguely.

"Damn it

The scarlet color in Hoffa's eyes was more intense when he saw her. He squatted down, grabbed the dense catheter on her arm, and was about to pull it out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

Another familiar but strange voice came out of the darkness. Hoffa immediately put down the catheter and stood up.

mans figure as like as two peas in the blue black military uniform, he was dressed up as he was first time, and his chest was intact.

The only difference is that mans's eyes turned into the same silver white as Chloe's when he was in a magic rage. It twinkles in the dark, flickering and flickering.

"How did you survive?"

He looked at the ceiling, his head swayed and flickered for a moment, then fixed again, and looked at Hoffa. "Oh, I jumped into rusfan's blood pool, so I got my life back."

"What did you do to her?"

"I've got the power I've always wanted, and her blood is in my body." Mans's voice has a strange female voice, even some like Chloe's speech. He turns around and points to his neck. There are several catheters connected to the spine of his neck. The blood flowing from Chloe's arm actually flows into his body.

"Now I'm one with her. So you don't have to kill me. "

Hoffa strode forward and raised his fist.

Boom!!

With an extremely angry strike, Mans's body and half of the turret were smashed out of a huge explosive opening. Blood rained down, and he looked at his fist, panting. He hasn't been so upset in a year, and now he doesn't want to hear any words coming out of that guy's mouth.

"What's the point? Anger, violence, death, even emotion. It's meaningless. In the face of time, even the meaning itself, it's meaningless. " Mans's elegant voice sounded again with a touch of disgust.

Hoffa was in a trance for a moment, and then he felt his stomach cramped. He was pulled by an invisible hook and circled forward.

Tick....

for a moment, he found that mans had disappeared, and he was still kneeling in front of Chloe, holding her arm in his hand. Chloe slowly raised his head.

"Is it... You, Hoffa?"

"It's me."

Hoffa's subconscious answer.

"Are we dead?"

asked, as like as two peas ago.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, staring at the darkness in the distance.Sure enough, in a few seconds. Mans came out of the darkness again. He appreciated his palm with emotion: "see, this is the power of time. It's unpredictable. In front of it, all the power will lose its meaning."

He went back a few seconds.

He looked at mans in disbelief. He didn't know how to transplant Chloe's power into his body.

"Damn it

Hoffa's right arm turned into a blade and disappeared in the same place. When it reappeared, Mans's head flew high, and it took a long time for his head to plop to the ground.

But just after all this, it was another whirl.

He went back to the beginning and knelt down in front of Chloe, staring into her blank eyes. Chloe asked, "is that you, Hoffa?"

This time Hoffa couldn't answer. He stood up with his hands and stepped back. He bumped into Jiliya, the female vampire, who helped him.

"What's the matter with you?"

Hoffa touched his head and turned to look at the darkness.

Mans's figure came out of the darkness for the third time. He said with a smile, "it's really fast. Rusfan collected the blood pool for most of his life, but it was absorbed by you. If I were him, I would be directly angry."

Click!!

He just heard a loud noise.

Mans was cut into coke by a red lightning flash. This flat mine almost blew the whole room black. The air was full of ionization. The female vampire took a breath of cold air, and the hair on her head stood up one by one.

Hoffa's face was pale, his fingers were smoking, and the 100000 volts of electricity almost consumed half of his magic.

Before he put down his finger, time and space twisted again.

The fragments peel back, just like the power of the law, which can't be resisted at all. He went back to the nun and knelt down. Chloe looked up slowly. "Is it... Is it you? Hoffa

Hoffa is a good student. He shakes Chloe's shoulder and shouts, "Hey, wake up, tell me how to jump out of here!"

The female vampire who just came in behind was stunned. In her visual angle, Hoffa, who was just silent, became like a madman in the blink of an eye. She grabbed people and shook them madly, and still yelled something that people didn't understand.

The nun opened her mouth foolishly, and the saliva came down.

In the darkness, Mans, who had been electrified into coke, appeared in the position where he appeared ten seconds ago. He patted his chest and said with a look of shock: "if it wasn't for me, a hundred witches would die."

Hoffa stood up, time went back to the past, but his magic did not return to the past. This is his strongest and most covert attack. He never believed that anyone would survive under the finger of death. But mans did it, which made him feel desperate, but he didn't show any sign on his face. He stared at the man and said, "come on, go on, let's play all day."

"Really for a day?"

Mans raised his head and shook it like a twitch. "Time is so fair, we just stayed in the past so long, it's time to go back to the future."

As soon as the voice fell, the colors around them began to flow at a very fast speed, first black, then gray, and then white. Finally, as the smoke cleared and a ray of sunlight came in through the window at the top of the turret, Hoffa reluctantly held Chloe's chair so that he didn't fall to the ground. He looked at the chest, the three ring scar with the naked eye speed fade luster.

"Your time is up, Bach."

Man whispered, "it's day."