Chapter 390

At last he sat up, scratched his hair and put on the neat pile of clothes with a sigh.

So far, he couldn't blame the Peruvian witches. He didn't want to blame God any more. He just wanted to find Miranda. She didn't know where she was. Hoffa was worried.

But when he pushed the door out, the corridor was empty.

Some women's clothes are hanging on the clothes rack, dripping quietly.

He walked out of the girls' dormitory and into the street.

The underground lagoon, which was still bustling last night, is now dead and silent. There is no sound in it. Neither the sober wizard nor Miranda could be seen. Only the roaring water fell from the high pipe to the deep underground lake, making a dull sound.

What happened?

Even if he is eager to find Miranda, Hoffa is still puzzled by the empty scene. In the confusion, there is a kind of pressure of the coming rain.

And this oppression aggravated his worry about Miranda's disappearance. After those things, his emotion inevitably changed.

"Miranda!"

He stood on the slippery slate street, shouting Miranda's name.

No one answered, as if in an instant, people here evaporated. What I have seen before is an unreal illusion.

The hyacinth lamps were swinging slowly and dim. But the shops and streets under the hyacinth lamp were deserted. Only a few scattered boxes and goods told of the chaos that had happened here.

"Miranda!"

He looked around, more and more uneasy. Where did everyone go? What about Miranda and Dumbledore? Are you dreaming?

"Miranda... Damn it!"

He quickly ran to the place where Miranda usually worked. I prayed in my heart that nothing would happen.

Pop!

Running, there is a piece of paper in the air head-on impact on his anxious face, like a slap.

He tore it off, and his face immediately changed. This is a piece of paper similar to a wanted notice, on which his name is written.

[dear Hoffa Bach]

but this is the only sentence. He holds the paper with his name on it and looks around, but no one can see it.

"Who

He yelled around, but no one answered.

He went on and hit another piece of paper on the slippery ground. He picked it up and saw that it was another wanted order, which was written in the same handwriting.

My good friend, you did not disappoint me and left the cage of time. I'm satisfied. 】

the cage of time...

he knew who had written these words, and immediately his cold sweat came down, and the cold reality met him and hit him.

With a storm in his heart, he continued to walk forward and saw a wanted notice posted on the wall.

But do you think that's the end? Of course not. 】

he followed the wanted notice on the wall and saw a wanted notice scattered in the newsstand.

Life is so empty, but the road to the top is enough to fill one's soul. 】

further on, there are two more wanted notices on the hyacinth lamp, one in a row. He had to swing on both sides to see them.

[I'm not filled yet, so I want to play a game with you]

[as a game chip, I want to bet everything with you, winner takes all, loser eats dust]

sylby... Damn!

Damn it!!

Hoffa clenched his fist and penetrated the previous wanted notice with his fingers. What happened these days is so magical that he almost forgot his goal. If sylby is not dead. All good things are castles in the air, they will turn into bubbles and disappear completely.

He went all the way in pursuit of the wanted warrant. The last wanted notice was posted on the portal post of Miranda's working position. Looking at the wanted notice, Hoffa's head was dizzy and almost could not stand.

If you can't save the world in three days, I'll pack some of your friends together and sink into the Pacific Ocean. 】

the letter stops abruptly here, which is short and unusual. It's cold and sharp. It's unbelievable for Hoffa to pack up his friends and sink them in the Pacific?

What does that mean?

Did Miranda get taken by Silby? Did sylby take all the people from the lagoon?

When did it happen?

How did he do it?

Why I didn't realize it at all.

Here we go.

With the silent flame, the wanted notices pasted on the wall or held in the hand gradually burn out in the flame. Looking at the burning flame, Hoffa seemed to be able to see a pair of joking eyes behind the flame. They were Silby's eyes.

Gradually he calmed down and began to swing his back.No, it can't be. Sylby couldn't have done that.

He thought that when he took a bath, the blood on his legs had not dried up, and there was no sign of fighting in Miranda's house. Obviously, it was less than an hour between my awakening and Miranda's.

The shower head in the bathroom is still dripping. She should have taken a bath before she left home. Obviously, she did not leave in a hurry, but naturally.

On second thought, when he woke up, he heard someone talking outside. That is to say, when he wakes up, there are still people outside. When he comes out, all the people disappear.

Within minutes, that was good news.

He took the glass ball out of his pocket and wanted to ask if nightmare knew anything. But when he took out the glass ball, he saw that the little monster of the glass ball was more dispirited than ever before. It hung its head and floated in the ball. It had not said a word for a long time.

"Little monster, little monster!"

He swung the glass ball.

The floating God of nightmare slowly raised his head. The white light in his head was dimmer than ever before. Hoffa was extremely worried. It was only one day.

"What happened, little monster?" He asked.

"I noticed... The original will..." the white dot in the little monster's head flickered. It struggled to raise its head, looked at Hoffa, and said intermittently: "destroy... Must destroy..."

before the words were finished, the white light in its head suddenly went out, and its body could no longer stay suspended. It quietly fell to the bottom of the glass ball, like an ordinary dead animal Octopus.

Hoffa took a breath of cold air. It was a God. Why did it fall so quietly.

There's no way. Do you want to use that move?

Hoffa was extremely upset, but thinking of Miranda, he gritted his teeth and used his time.

His eyes flashed silver and looked at the void. In the void, countless future people opened their silver eyes at the same time. It was a minute later, half an hour later, an hour later, five hours later, a day later, two days later, until three days later.

As for the longer term, Hoffa could not see clearly.

Then, half an hour later, he looked over and said, "Paris."

The silver light disappeared from Hoffa's eyes.

This ability is attached to the power of time, and it is also the most desired power of the guy named Mans. Having the power to see through the future is the supreme art of prophecy.

But Hoffa has always been reluctant to use this ability because he knows too much about the side effects of the power of time.

If he takes the initiative to observe the future, then the results of observation will inevitably happen, whether it is good or bad. It's like mans sees his own death, but he can't stop it.

If he doesn't observe, everything will be chaotic in the future.

However, since Selby has already made wild talk about sinking all his friends into the Pacific Ocean, he will not care about the side effects of the power of time.

After getting the message of Paris, he quickly grabbed a handful of powder from the road network and stepped into the portal, shouting: "Paris!"

...

...

accompanied by a whirl.

When he stepped on the solid ground, he was immediately inundated by the crowd. From the fact that a person didn't go to the underground city, to the experience that every inch around him was full of people, it was not enough.

It's like he's on the most crowded Indian Train in his previous life, being crowded by a huge crowd. It was so crowded that he couldn't even breathe.

Under the crazy crowding, Hoffa did not hesitate to start the force of time, the speed of time was reduced to a hundred times, and the speed of those crowded guys to move forward suddenly slowed down.

Squeeze slow time, he grabbed the shoulders of others, stepped on them, standing on top of their heads. The continuous top of the head is almost as solid as the flat ground. We can see how many people there are.

Take a closer look, the crowd of people who are not sober wizard, but as dense as weeds sleepwalkers. Most of them are wearing helmets, some are wearing * * German uniforms, some are wearing the coats of the Allied death squads, and most of them are civilians. They are wearing black cages and pounding against a wall dozens of meters high in the distance wave after wave.

The city wall is backed by the Eiffel Tower, which is in a precarious situation in the huge impact. The walls of the city are shining with magic spells, which are signs that the wizard is casting.

hodfas like as two peas saw him in Peru. It's also sleepwalkers who attack the wizard base. But the location of this attack was changed to Berlin, and the scale of the attack was hundreds of times larger than that in Peru.

It's not an accident, it's a group event.

Why will he guide himself here in the future?

He soon found out why.

The impact and trampling of the tide made the front group of sleepwalkers pile up to more than 10 meters high.While the witches are standing on the high wall, the first one is Dumbledore. He is around the wand in his hand, and the raging fire turns into a fire dragon, roaring and sweeping by, burning the top layer of sleepwalkers to ashes. He can see that the fire dragon is becoming more and more huge.

Hoffa couldn't help shouting, "stop it!"

One of his illusions disappeared, and when he reappeared, he came to Dumbledore's side. I caught him by the wrist.

"Stop it and let me handle it!" He blurted out subconsciously.

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa holding his arm and was shocked. The fire dragon spewing from his wand disappeared. The French witches around him drew out their wands one after another and yelled in French, "who are you?"

"Don't worry, don't worry," Dumbledore said to the sober wizards around him. "This is my student."

The sober witches listened to Dumbledore and slowly put down their wands. But he still looked at him with vigilance.

Dumbledore asked Hoffa anxiously, "Why are you here? Haven't you been informed to hide?"

Hide... It turns out that the people in London's Lagoon are hiding. Hoffa was a little relieved, but although he had more than a thousand questions in his heart, he saw that he was very anxious at the moment, and he didn't ask any questions.

"Don't kill them. I can get them out of here." "These are all living people, and when I'm done with Silby, they'll wake up," Hoffa said

"I can't think so far now!" Dumbledore said anxiously: "if we don't solve this group of sleepwalkers now, all the surviving witches in Paris will be drowned immediately. Once Paris falls, the consequences will be unimaginable "

" make room for me, and I will do it right away! " Hoffa interrupted. "Come on!"

Dumbledore stunned: "are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Hoffa is determined.

While talking, the tsunami like sleepwalker, under the control of unknown forces, slammed into the wall, which made the wall wobble and almost collapse. The nearby witches stood unsteadily and yelled one after another to urge Dumbledore to cast the magic quickly. Some witches even grabbed Hoffa's arm to pull him away from Dumbledore and let him not interfere with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore chose to believe Hoffa. He put away his wand and drove the crowd back to make room for him.

Hoffa did not hesitate. He immediately sat on the ground and began to run the flow mantra.

This is the third time he has run the heart flow mantra. As his proficiency has improved, he runs the heart flow mantra much faster than the last two times.

With the incantation so formed in his mind.

The tide, the attention of hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers was attracted by him, no longer hit the wall. However, mixed with attention, there are a lot of magic, and other unknown power.

This time, the number of sleepwalkers was several times larger than that in Peru, and the energy gathered by the heart flow mantra so was also several times larger. In almost three minutes, Hoffa's chest swelled up, and his limbs grew stronger, as if he had been inflated.

This makes Dumbledore quite worried, he looked at Hoffa, can detect a huge force boiling in his body, but it is obviously not healthy. Due to the lack of release way, the energy little by little enlarges Hoffa's body, almost makes him explode.

Hoffa was also aware of this terrible power, but after the last experience, he no longer forced to bear the magic, but separated his mind and began to use the transfiguration charm.

He jumped off the high wall and ran forward as he frantically used metamorphosis to strengthen the wall.

It was an unprecedented transfiguration spell, and hundreds of meters of high walls rose up under his control. In his footsteps, the walls continued to extend.

In less than 30 minutes, he built a wall of several thousand meters in the city. The wall continued to extend into the distance.

The Paris witches behind him were stunned.

How much magic does it take to do this?

However, Hoffa did not use his own magic power, but the magic power of the dreamers in the sleepwalkers. After the magic power was released from his body, his expanded body gradually became normal, and his chest no longer towered.

He ran on the city wall, while the sleepwalker was attracted by the heart flow mantra and followed him. The seemingly unstoppable attack was resolved by him alone.

I don't know who took the first step.

Soon, the sober wizards, Dumbledore and Ziqi ran behind Hoffa. They want to see what the teenager is going to do.

Finally, Hoffa came to the open countryside, he began to run around the circle, layers of impregnable walls, formed at his feet, soon, he ran out of the space as big as two football fields. His foot is made up of metamorphosis, and the city wall is tens of meters high, which firmly seals up the space as big as two football fields, while hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers are locked in it by him, and can no longer run around, let alone create chaos.Finish it all.

He knelt down on the ground, gasping, pale and panting.

Although there is no lack of magic, it is not his own power after all. It is almost unimaginable to control such huge and complex powers and transform them into standard metamorphosis.

However, after the incident in Peru, he had to endure a lot more tenaciously, so he didn't fall down on the spot.

Dumbledore came running up from the wall with the French witches and saw what Hoffa had done. They were shocked beyond measure. The huge great wall built at that moment, like a miracle, stood on the outskirts of Paris.

Those French witches had no prejudice against him any more. They rushed to him in shock and gratitude, praised and inquired about him in stiff English. Treat him as you would the Savior.

Hoffa gasped, and the compliments or inquiries of strangers went in and out of his ears. After using the heart flow mantra, he really doesn't have much energy to socialize with others.

Dumbledore saw Hoffa's fatigue. He yelled angrily, drove away the excited French wizard, touched Hoffa's shoulder and squatted down, "are you ok?"

Hoffa nodded. This time it was much better than that in Peru. After using the flow mantra that time, he couldn't speak. This time, the burden of the heart flow mantra was not as great as he thought.

After recovering a little, Hoffa grabs Dumbledore's arm and asks him his most concerned question,

"where's Miranda, do you know where she has gone?"