Chapter 283

The sky was full of torrential rain, the trees bent down in the strong wind, the slightly weak trees were uprooted, and the air was full of debris and debris.

Abandoned factory building, huge shadow from the sky, it carries electric current, heavy hit on the top of the abandoned steel water tank, steel from its huge wings stabbed out. It did not realize that its huge legs and claws were stepping on the heavy metal roof of the factory building, and it was about to fly again.

At this time, the factory building around it suddenly came to life. The metal beams and drainage pipes were automatically combined to form one huge magic structure after another. Those structures jumped on the ground, raised their arms made of metal pipes, and pressed the flying Thunderbird forward.

"Hiss!"

With a flash of thunder, the Thunderbird held up its huge head, its hair rose like a steel needle, its sharp beak spewed out a stream of smoke, and its long, narrow, golden eyes were full of confusion and reluctance. The electric current flows along its body. It bows its back and faces the thunder clouds in the air.

Click!

With a flash of lightning hitting Thunderbird.

The four wings on its back became bigger again. At the same time, two white bones broke the skin and came out. The bones were covered with strange magic lines. In the blink of an eye, they were ten meters long. Blood red muscle fibers quickly covered the bones, and countless feathers grew on them.

Cha!!

Two newly born wings thrust into the chest of the huge structure.

Bang!!

With a dull sound, the bowing Thunderbird broke up the magic structures that bound it, re installed them into a pile of waste parts, and then flapped the six wings recklessly, all the structures that bound it were instantly flapped away.

It's going to fly again.

"Boy

A roar came from the ground. It was an old man standing in the rain and mud.

"Look at me!" "Calm down!" the old man said in a hoarse voice

"Hiss!"

The giant Thunderbird, tens of meters high, opens its wings to block out the sun and lowers its head. The electric current falls from the spring like sky and hits on the invisible shield, which turns into more intensive energy.

The old man stood in front of his dozens of big six winged birds, holding his magic wand high and supporting his shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were put together again to form one metal structure after another. One by one, they jumped forward and hugged the Thunderbird's back.

One person and one bird look at each other for a moment.

"I'm sorry to offend you."

Said the old man, waving his wand again.

The structure started to move. A glass tube as thick as a normal person's arm was inserted into the neck of the Thunderbird. It uttered a sad cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrank.

In the end, he returned to human form and fell to the ground motionless.

In the distance, broomsticks were flying rapidly through the dark clouds.

Some crackling mirage appeared up and down the abandoned factory and surrounded the place where the fighting took place.

In the rainstorm, the old man bent down, hugged the boy's back, put a black cloak on him, and then quickly disappeared in the same place.

...

...

after a few hours.

In an old folk house, the old man with white hair turns on the gramophone, and the quiet piano music slowly flows out from the turntable.

Eric Satie's "gymnopodies"

Hoffa leans back on the chair with a pale face. The quiet music makes his blank brain return to some sense. He sits on the chair with his face against the window.

It's raining outside the window. The next room is probably fried eggs, making a Zizi sound. How long has the gramophone played music, and how many times has it been cycled. Hoffa leaned against the window and looked into the distance. What was the old dog doing in the bicycle shed downstairs?

There was a clanging sound from downstairs. Soon after, the old man opened the curtain and came to him with a cup of hot cocoa: "sorry, I didn't go to see you at the first time. It's going to take a while for the sedatives to go away. Don't worry too much

Hoffa didn't move, just squinted.

The old man in front of him had sparse hair and was wearing a grey robe. His eyebrows were very long and his face was wrinkled. He was dying. Only his eyes were bright.

He's familiar with this guy because they just met a week ago.

It's Nick lemme.

Chloe's great great grandfather, who looks the same as he did 50 years ago. After he lost control of his emotions, he was the first to find himself in the storm. He was not surprised by his young appearance, and even took him to his residence.

"Have a drink. It's good for you." Said Nicole lemme, pushing the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.

Hoffa didn't pay any attention to him. He just took a look at him and withdrew his eyes.

The ignored Nick lemme shakes the cup away and sits next to Hoffa. He looked at the nihilistic teenager leaning against the glass, licked his lips, and was silent for a long time before he said, "what happened - I can probably guess some."Silent for a while: "I admire you very much. If I have to find one of all the witches to admire, he must be you."

Hoffa still looked at the window, at the old dog in the bicycle shed in the rain, and said nothing.

Nicole lemme: "compared with you, most of us... In fact, we are mediocre people who are afraid of death. We don't have a high level. If we can earn more money, we can earn more money. If we can live more years, we can live more years. You don't have to vent your anger on them. People's joys and sorrows are not imagined. "

The old dog in the bicycle shed stood up in the rain, shook his body, and went to the distance in the rain.

Hoffa closed his eyes: "say what you have to say."

Nicole lemme: is that necklace still there? Hoffa

Necklace?

Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the exquisite necklace from his pocket. The necklace appeared with him in the Ministry of magic. Even at this time, he didn't want to give it to anyone.

"Give it... Give it to me..."

Nico lemme held out his hand.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment and handed him the necklace.

Niko lemme tearfully picked up the necklace and cried, "Chloe... I'm sorry, we're home... Home."

Things have changed. Hoffa frowns and his depression and reluctance are diluted. He looks at Nicole lemme and sees that he is old and crying like a child.

"What's that?"

"Oh, resurrection stone. I made it myself. It's an alchemy product that imitates the resurrection stone of the three peverier brothers. It's used to preserve the human soul."

Hoffa's eyes widened. "So Chloe's not dead?"

"Not yet, but whether we die or not depends on our follow-up actions." The old man holding the necklace carefully said.

The only good news is that Hoffa gradually comes back from the tragedy of his own death. He squints his eyes and taps his fingers on the table. "Wait, how do you know I'll be here in 50 years?"

The old man touched his tears: "I made a deal with Silby Spencer. I helped to hide the real identity of delphina. I gave him the information of arrow of time..."

boom!!

The hot cocoa on the table was smashed on the ground and spilled all over the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was swept away by anger. Hoffa smashed the table with one palm, grabbed the skinny old man's collar and pressed him against the wall. He said in disbelief, "I'll give you three seconds to explain!"

Nicole lemme was startled by his sudden action, and subconsciously grasped his arm: "his goal from the beginning was you, never anyone else. He said, as long as I can lock you up, I will give my granddaughter a way to live..."

"you won't refuse fatil?" Hoffa growled, palming harder and harder. "Won't you refuse sylby?"

"Do you think everyone can fight like you?" The old man said hoarsely in the palm of his hand, "I'm just an old alchemist. I've been born in troubled times. I'm not the opponent of fatil. I'm not the opponent of draises. I'm not the opponent of the Dark Lord."

"You old bastard! I haven't seen you before! You'll figure me out! " Hoffa clenched his teeth and strangled his neck. The veins on his forehead jumped.

"I... I can't help it!" Nico lemme was pressed against the wall and said hoarsely, "there are many things I can't tell you... The only thing I can tell you is that if fatil's plan is realized, 50 years ago, I couldn't save anyone. At that time, I didn't develop any means of resurrection at all...

he coughed violently, and Hoffa suddenly relaxed Kennico lemme's collar pushed him to the ground and said, "OK, the goal has been achieved. I have sent your granddaughter back, not only to England, but also to England fifty years later."

With that, he kicked away lemme, who was coughing on the ground, and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" Nicole lemme pulled his trouser leg sadly on the ground.

"What else do you want to do?" Hoffa turned and looked down at him.

"You... Cough... You... You have to go back."

"Where are you going?"

"Fifty years ago."

"Why?"

"You don't know," Nicole lemme said with his hand, "what horrors, what monsters were produced in that era! There's nothing we can do. Only you... Only you can stop this.

"Everything you see in our world now is based on your going back. If you don't go back, nothing will exist. The legal system, the state, the economy, the order, the stability, even the whole time and space will collapse... ""Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" Said Hoffa, cocking his head.

Nicole lemme shivered, surprised. "You... You're not going back?"

Hoffa did not answer and went out.

Nico lemerin got up and grabbed him again, but Hoffa pushed him to the ground mercilessly. He rushed back, grabbed his trouser waist and cried, "you can't do this, you have to go back, otherwise, the world..."

Hoffa squatted down, pulled his palm away from his trouser waist, and stared at his eyes coldly: "so I went to see your granddaughter home for 50 years, and then I went back to save the world Run to 50 years ago, by the way, see yourself again, and kill yourself, so as to achieve what I see, the beauty of the golden age? "

Nicole lemme looked at him stupidly, only the young man before meeting grinned white teeth: "what do you think I am, tool man?"