Looking at the weird and evil boy, the man in green suddenly shouted, "Hey, who are you?"

The young man sat in the mouth of the snake, looking at his palm curiously. Ignored the words of the man in green.

Sensing the danger, the man in green reached out again, and his other hand turned into a huge hook covered in suckers, which slashed at the boy in the snake's mouth at lightning speed.

Laugh at!!

With a crunch sound.

The serpent's mouth is pierced through by a curved hook.

The boy left the mouth of the snake silently, he floated above the mouth of the snake, without any support, and did not grow wings, so he floated in mid-air.

The man in green stared blankly at the boy floating in mid-air and swallowed his saliva.

Subsequently, the teenager disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared over the turquoise Mediterranean. In the sea, there are several white yachts shaking, and on the yacht, more than a dozen young models are sitting around the rich man.

Suddenly, the rich man was stunned and took off his sunglasses. Looking at the floating boy in the sky, he rubbed his eyes incredulously.

"Holy Shit," he said.

The young models raised their heads and were a little sluggish for a while.

The boy looked at the sea below him and waved it casually.

Suddenly, huge waves rose into the sky. Rolling up a super wave nearly 100 meters high, along with the monstrous waves, the yacht fluctuated wildly at a 60-degree angle on the sea surface.

"Ah!!!h

Frightened screams rose from the surface of the sea.

But when those voices fell in the air, they were like mosquitoes and flies, and they could not attract any attention from the young man.

With another wave of his hand, the hundred-meter-high waves completely froze in an instant.

It turned into a giant glacier 100 meters high.

And on the yacht at the foot of the iceberg, the rich man immediately knelt in front of this miraculous sight, and he kept clasping his hands on his shoulders and praying loudly. Shouting: "Caliph, Caliph, Caliphate, Caliph!"

He slammed his head to the ground while shouting.

The young models on the side knelt down horizontally, followed by the rich man, and kept worshipping, kowtowing like pounding garlic, as if they were carrying out some cult ritual.

But all this Hoffa did not know, Hoffa, it should be said that the fusion of the Miller/Hoffa spirit was floating in mid-air, waving his arms for the third time.

Suddenly, the glacier in front of him changed from a transparent ice block to a flat mirror 100 meters high in an instant. It's smooth and doesn't show any bulges.

The fused body floated in front of the mirror, looking at the strange but familiar body in the mirror. The body was very well-proportioned, covered with violet lines, the pale golden eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and the face was very feminine and handsome, which was somewhat similar to Miranda's face, which made him feel appreciative.

"I seem to be much more handsome than before. The fusion muttered, he thought of something, touched his face and said happily: "Aya must like me like this, and my sister will definitely like it too." ”

As he spoke, his eyes dimmed again, and he muttered, "It's a pity that my sister won't allow me to play like this anymore, and my time is running out." Aya, will you forgive me if we can meet again?"

In the distance in the city of Genoa, a super giant basilisk unexpectedly gave birth to dense tentacle wings and flew from the city to the sea. With a strange howling wind, the giant snake slammed into the huge mirror surface of the sea with unstoppable spirit.

The fusion raised his hand in front of the mirror and said without looking back, "Did your mother teach you not to disturb others when they were looking in the mirror?"

In his fingers, an extremely strong wave of magic power condensed, and that magic power drained all the air in all directions, causing the entire sky to fall silent. In the vacuum, the flying snake opened its jaws of blood at the fusion, which was only a tenth the size of its scales.

Then, with a silent sonic boom, the fusion pressed its hand to the serpent's nose. The air cannon exploded.

The sea was directly separated under the huge air pressure, and with the unparalleled impact, the hundred-meter-long giant snake flew back upside down and smashed into the city of Genoa with a bang, overwhelming all the buildings in the city, and the exquisite ancient city was smashed into chaos in an instant, turning into complete ruins.

"Shhhhh

With the earth-shattering roar of the serpent, it flapped its wings again and flew up. At this moment, it was completely deformed, the snake's body was occupied by some kind of flying tentacles and messy soles, and its head had changed from one to three, and it flapped its wings. It quickly grew in size, and as the serpent flew, the city beneath it returned to its original shape, and then the serpent swirled in the sky, enveloping the fusion in front of the mirror.

It's a sight like the battle of the gods in mythology. The mortals on the yacht could no longer bear the terrifying spiritual pressure, but when they looked up, they turned into stone sculptures and froze in place.

This time, it didn't make a move on the fusion, but instead stared at the fusion with its ferocious yellow vertical pupils. There was some kind of devastating oppression in his eyes.

Facing the gaze of the giant basilisk, the fusion finally stopped looking in the mirror, he didn't dodge or dodge, and stared back.

At a glance.

Unimaginable spiritual forces collide silently.

The scales on the serpent's body exploded in unison, and two of its three heads also exploded. It screamed wildly and wailed in the sky, and the flesh and scales on its body rained down like drops, causing an uproar in the sea.

The fusion sneered, he raised his hand again, and countless huge meteorites fell from the sky, one after another, one after another, and hundreds of giant meteorites bombed in turn, leveling the entire city one after another. Of course, after each meteorite is razed, that city is reborn in a very short time.

It's just that the city will be reborn, and there is no end to meteorites. With the bombardment, the magma was billowing and flowing, and the smoke and miasma were filled, and it was a terrifying scene of annihilation.

The narcissistic Fusion looked at his face in front of the mirror, and while looking at the city that was constantly recovering and destroying, he asked, "How many times can you recover? I can play with you like this for months." ”

The Blood Serpent roared through the sky with its last remaining head.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The fusion in front of the mirror was stunned, as if it had just realized the problem.

"I'm Hofa Goshak?"

As he spoke, the fusion shook its head to himself: How boring, howling

Miller Bach doesn't seem to be interesting.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Floating in the air, he laughed and said, "Hey, big snake, the name is not so important to a super strong person like me. For fun, though, you can call me – Mihawk. ”

"Mihawk?"

"Ahh ”

"You look at my eyes, they don't look like eagles. The fusion pulled down its own eyelids.

Subconsciously glanced at the strange golden eyes, the big snake was hit by the extremely strong spiritual torrent again, and the only remaining head also completely burst in the air.

At this point, it completely lost its snake form and became a larger, uglier, and more twisted version of the Nightmare God. Constantly twisting and wailing in the sky, making inhuman sounds.

The fusion had a grim expression, he stretched out his hand, and in the unpretentious but terrifying magic fluctuations, a super giant magic lightsaber composed entirely of magic power appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Bye-bye. ”

He flicked the extra-long magical greatsword in his hand.

With an incomparable spiritual and magical impact, the entire city of Genoa was struck by a sword wave and completely wiped out.

As the smoke cleared, Hoffa slowly opened his eyes, and found himself sitting cross-legged outside the ancient city of Genoa, with a howling and lonely wind blowing overhead, dust sweeping across his face, and the color of the sky a dull yellow. Where can you still see the blue sky, everything is so gray.

There was a soft touch in his hand, which made him subconsciously lower his head. It turned out that he was kneeling on the ground, holding a person. Bury your head in his shoulder. And the man was holding him as well, while burying his head in his shoulder.

They just hugged each other and knelt on each other's knees in an unusually strange position.

After a few seconds of froze, Hoffa realized what had just happened. He jumped violently, and so did the man who knelt with him, in sync with the most skilled ballet partner.

Hoffa and Miller got up and pushed each other away and stood still. At the same time, after glancing at the ruined and dilapidated city in front of them, they stared at each other again.

With just one glance, they immediately took a step back.

Everything that just happened is still vivid, but after the fusion state is lifted, neither of them wants to recall what just happened, that memory is completely connected, that emotion is completely integrated, and that privacy is completely exposed to the other party.

"Just now."

"Just now."

Hoffa and Miller spoke at the same time, only to find that they were saying the same thing.

"You're not allowed to say it!"

"You're not allowed to say it!"

(It's still the same.) ）

"Forget it!"

"Forget it!"

"Ahh

"Ahh

Both of them clutched their heads at the same time and screamed.

"Bastard, don't learn from me!"

"Bastard, don't learn from me!"

"Ahh

"Ahh

Outside the deserted, lonely and empty ancient city, the screams of the two echoed in unison.

I don't know how long it took for Hoffa and Miller to break free from that terrible state of co-frequency resonance. They walked in a ruined city, their steps deliberately out of sync with each other.

Where is the beauty of Genoa at this moment? There is only thick dust and ground on the streets. The windows and glass of the storefront creak and rattle in the wind, and the cars on the street have been abandoned for many years, like a western town after more than a hundred years of gold has disappeared, empty and desolate.

The two walked silently in the city, but their minds were full of ghosts. Hoffa couldn't help but revisit the memories and emotions he observed, and the more he looked like it, the more itchy his heart became, and the extremely complex emotions were overlapped, and the taste of them was simply not enough for outsiders to say.

As he walked, he stole a glance at Miller, who followed him in despair, as if he was thinking about something. But as soon as Hoffa took one look at him, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, and shouted, "What are you doing!

Hoffa silently withdrew his eyes, he was sure that Miller was definitely thinking wildly. What did Miller see?

Did he see what it would be like fifty years later, did he see the six thousand cycles, Hoffa wasn't sure, if all the six thousand times were added up, it would probably be enough to blow up a person's head.

A pile of corpses stopped the two of them.

They came to a cathedral whose doors were tightly sealed, and near the side doors, a large number of black, shriveled corpses, disemboweled, piled up like gutted mummies in ancient Egypt.

Looking at this dense group of corpses, Hoffa gradually recovered from the fusion of his mind, and his mood became extremely heavy.

If even he and Miller enter the illusion without being aware of it, then the other people who come here may also step into the illusion, but what awaits them is the fate of being robbed of their hearts.

"Burn them. Hoffa commanded with a blank face.

Miller silently spread his arms through the ruined city, a raging fire erupting from his palms and sweeping through the streets. Burned the nameless corpses to ashes.

In the billowing smoke, Hoffa muttered, "Is this what you want, Sylby?" heh, but how can you care, these are not made by your own hands, what does it have to do with you? It's just, these ants, how can you put them in your eyes?"

Half an hour later, the body was incinerated by the fire, and a small-looking doorway appeared in the burned, white-washed street.

The side entrance to what was supposed to be the church was blocked by indiscriminately discarded corpses.

"I think we found them. Miller said, "There's a hint of magic protection in there. ”

"Ah, let's go. Hoffa said lightly.

He took Miller's hand, and the two of them ghosted together and disappeared into the real world. After silently weaving their way through layers of magical traps and physical mechanisms, they came to a spectacular hall.

In the middle of the hall is a huge statue of the god of nightmares, under the statue. Densely hung countless iron beds, like hangings in the underground parking lot of the future mall, from the dim dome to the pitch-black ground, numbering hundreds and thousands.

Hoffa silently walked past the iron bed, the same old men as he had seen in a New York hospital. Emaciated and shriveled, his body is connected to the blood and thinner of the world, indulging in the world of dreams.

Not far away, there were some guys in black robes, walking past the old man with boxes, checking them one by one. There is no doubt that those boxes contain the very organs that are used to be replaced.

While changing, those black-robed people were still whispering: "I should find a way to get these people from the Order of the Phoenix to do this too." ”

"It's not easy, is it possible for a wizard like Dumbledore to be fooled?"

"How do you know if you don't try it, the Dark Lord is very happy to use it."

"Shh

"What are you afraid of, I've checked it, and I'm sleeping soundly. Trust me, as long as the Order of the Phoenix guys come a little bit too. We are close to the apex of this world. ”

Hoffa leaned against the wall and listened for a moment, and then, without disturbing the Death Eaters who had changed their organs, he went straight to the statue of the God of Nightmares. Under the statue, a man in a green robe was clutching a bottle of lilac world blood, leaning back in a chair, tilting his head sideways, and snoring.

Hoffa and Miller came up to the man.

Miller looked at his face and said with emotion: "It's really Riddle, I haven't seen him for a long time, how did his face become like this, was it burned by fire?"

Hofa bent down, patted Tom's somewhat charred looking face, and shouted in his ear, "Hey, old classmate, it's dawn." ”

(End of chapter)