In an instant, the quiet space on the upper floor of the hospital was shattered. The men in black who came here all brushed their weapons. Miller snapped his fingers, and one by one the ironclad guards descended from the sky and landed in front of Hoffa, holding up their shields.

But in less than two seconds of holding up their shields, the ironclad guards were like melted plasticine, and the ground was limp and turned into a mess of paste. And at the moment when the ironclad guard lost its effectiveness, countless yellow rays of light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, shooting at the two of them from all directions.

To be on the safe side, Hoffa hugged Miller and escaped into the shadows, while his wings enveloped the two of them.

This escape into the shadow world did not last long, and in order to save his magic, Hoffa soon left the shadow world.

Miller was wrapped in Hoffa's wings, he looked up at Hoffa's face, reached out and touched his face, the stinging pain came from his fingertips, Hoffa grabbed Miller's wrist, took it away, and there was red blood on Miller's fingertips.

Despite his quick reactions, he was hit by the first round of bullets, and he immediately realized that things were far trickier than he had imagined, that Muggle bullets would not have hurt him under normal circumstances, and that this time the bullets were faster and more powerful.

"The spell has been lifted, Hoffa. Miller said in his wings.

"Ahh ”

Hoffa slowly spread his wings and looked around. The bullets hit the glass and the ground, but inexplicably disappeared, as if they had hit an invisible lump of soft rubber and were swallowed into it.

There were so many bullets in that round of shooting, and there was not even a trace of destruction in the surrounding scene at this moment, and the old man was even sleeping under the tree, which was weird.

Hofa looked solemn, and he pressed the switch of the suitcase.

The group of black-clothed people on the opposite side did not look very relaxed, the woman nodded, and said, "No wonder two people dare to break into heaven, it seems that there is really something, are you the legendary wizards?"

"Laughing, compared to you, I'm not a wizard. ”

Hoffa said, "No matter how powerful a wizard is, he can't create an illusion out of thin air, and he can pretend to live a normal life in it, I'm not as good as you." ”

The woman's face changed, and so did the faces of the other men in black.

Hoffa pressed the button of the suitcase, and the long suitcase was opened, revealing the heavy cross-sword within. He slowly drew his cross sword and asked the people in front of him, "Hey, I said, what are you doing with those organs, if it's just to treat diseases, I don't think you can use that much of it." ”

He answered with another volley, and Hofa took Miller's hand and disappeared before reappearing, and he was already behind the woman, after a sliding slash. Five or six men in black were cut off by Hoffa's lazy waist.

The frightened faces and fluttering strands of hair flashed past Miller, who was being dragged along, and his gaze unconsciously moved downward, the severed wound smooth as smooth cream, without a trace of filth or filth.

"Hoffa." He reminded uneasily.

Three jumps in a row, accompanied by the silver sword light, all the black-clothed people present were cut down, and when Hoffa stopped, there were piles of broken pieces lying densely on the ground. But what was also strange was that the pieces were not dead, they were lying on the ground, whispering to each other.

A head that fell not far from Hoffa spoke: "A wizard who does not obey interests can still maintain such strength, presumably you are one of those fish that the demi-king hates." ”

Good fellow, Hoffa had seen the existence of the undead before, like Mansfatir, but this was the first time he had seen such a strange immortal. Obviously, these people in front of him are definitely not real people.

The fragments smiled, and at the broken point cut by Hoffa, hands and feet grew, and they crawled together with the fragments, and began to assemble them in a disorderly combination.

Seeing this, years of combat experience made Hoffa aware of something. After one failure, he didn't slash the monster again. Instead, he ghostly wandered and disappeared into the material world, raised his sword in the shadow world, turned around and slashed at the sleeping old man.

The distance was stuck to the extreme accuracy, and there was no time to react at all, and the moment the sword blade appeared, the old man's head fell to the ground and rolled a few times on the ground.

This time, what came out of the wound was a faint purple liquid, very light and light, almost the same as the liquid in the hanging bottle. Seeing the liquid, Hoffa couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Bastard !!"

A giant creature roared.

"You dare to let me bleed!!My noble blood is shed because of you lowly creatures, the sin is unforgivable, the sin is unforgivable!!"

Hoffa spun around sharply, and what appeared in front of him was a monster with many pieces coming together.

It looks like a copy of the Nightmare God I've ever seen, except that it's not as elegant and oppressive as the Nightmare God, and more like some kind of clumsy copy, like a poor coser paying homage to the efforts of the original.

Even then, it's scary enough.

It raised one of its large, wriggling arms and slammed it into Hoffa's ground.

Hoffa dodged on one side, and the ground was smashed into a mess by the monster, and the fine pool, the glass, the singing birds, and even the old man's head on the ground were smashed to pieces.

However, after the monster raised its arm, the ground quickly recovered, and even the old man's head returned to his neck, which was different from the retrospective feeling of the power of time, as if this space had grown out of a pile of rags.

"Hoffa, this can't be done, there is a rich spiritual force field everywhere here, it's too rich. We may not be able to do anything about it here, we have to get out of here. Miller said urgently, "I can't use magic here." ”

"Ah, got it. ”

"Let's go first." ”

With that, he pulled Miller to the place he had come from, which was strangely tight, and Hoffa didn't want to waste too much energy with something that couldn't be killed at all before he figured it out.

"Don't want to run away!"

The huge monster behind it roared, and it frantically waved its arms behind Hofa, the huge arms twisting in space like snakes, trying to catch Hofa, but Hofa pulled Miller up and down, dodging again and again.

As they dodged again and again, the distance between them and the monster became larger and larger, but the road they came from was completely gone. The road in front of him became unfamiliar, and after a long run, a huge eye appeared at the end of the corridor, and the owner of the eye cracked his mouth and opened his bloody mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa turned around and ran, and on the way back, he saw the great monster again, laughing maniacally, and with great pride.

"Ants, you can't escape my control!

Miller said uneasily beside Hoffa, "We can't get out, what should we do?"

Without saying a word, Hoffa disappeared beside him as Ghost Walk dragged Miller on his feet. Not long after, he encountered another dead end, so he had to turn around again and start a new round of escape. and the huge monster staggered again and again, and dodged its attacks again and again.

"I can make a mistake a hundred times! But you can only make one mistake, wizard! Just let me catch you, let me catch you, and you will surely die, you will definitely die!!"

The huge monster roared like thunder behind Hoffa, and in the exquisite hall, the birds chirped one after another, as if echoing the monster's words.

Hoffa didn't communicate with the monster, he thought to himself that this monster was a bit like the nightmare god he had ever seen. If the Nightmare God has any weakness, then it must have that weakness as well.

In fact, from the first time he saw the God of Nightmares, to the Blood Clan's sacrifice to the Night God, and finally to the Death God of the Death Mystery, Hoffa had never really understood the weaknesses of these gods, let alone caused them any harm.

There is no way, then do nothing.

Hoffa thought to himself, he switched to escape mode completely, Bediwell's cross sword was received by him on his back, and his mind was all focused on dodging.

Hoffa has the power of a thunderbird in his body, and coupled with the perennial battle, rolling and dodging is not a problem at all. But as he ran, Miller couldn't run anymore. He put his arm on Hoffa's shoulders and panted and said, "What the hell should I do? ”

Hoffa said: "Let's drag it first, such a powerful force will never appear out of thin air, even if the Turing machine still consumes electricity, since it can't run out, it can't kill it, so let's be patient." ”

"I" Miller wanted to cry without tears: "I still want to run, but this body can't run anymore, Hoffa, let me go and stay on you." ”

Hoffa looked at the face in front of him and couldn't help but think of Miranda. Although Miller's boarder and Miranda's appearance did not bear any resemblance except for her short hair, he could always read Miranda's feelings in Miller's eyes. He was unwilling to let this body with the feeling of Miranda die in front of him, even if it was a false existence, he felt that he could not accept it.

"Okay, come on my back, I'll carry you and run. ”

As he spoke, he bent down and motioned for Miller to come to his back.

"Huh?" Miller was stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Miller said grimly, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to this body? ”

"Hurry up, don't grind. ”

Hoffa urged.

"I want an explanation. ”

At such a moment, Miller actually stopped and said slowly, "I'm curious." ”

"Whoa!!I've found you!!"

The huge monster slid down the hallway, and Hoffa gritted his teeth, picked Miller up sideways, put him on his shoulder, and continued to run. The monster landed in the air again, which made it even angrier, and it tripled in size.

"It's uncomfortable!" Miller yelled, "Hey!"

Hofa ignored him and ran wildly all the way. The magic flowed slowly through his body, and he even meditated while running, in short, not coming into direct contact with the monster.

An hour later, the monster was already grumpy. He didn't expect Hoffa to be so able to run without stopping for an hour. It cursed frantically at Hoffa, trying to get him to face him head-on in this way.

For two hours, Hoffa still didn't stop, he just ran.

At this time, the monster already knew what this guy was going to do, and it simply closed its mouth and played a chase with Hofa without saying a word.

For three hours, Hoffa didn't stop.

The monster is not a program after all, and chasing it for three hours in a row has worn out most of its patience, and the amplitude of its pursuit and beating has begun to intensify, and its movements have opened and closed.

However, the real nightmare has just begun, whether it is scolding or terrifying attacks, Hoffa just keeps dodging and does not attack.

Four hours, five hours, six hours, and another three hours passed, and the monster's patience was exhausted, and it cursed again, this time not only scolding, but also taking out a flamethrower out of thin air and starting to burn everything it could see.

Under the scorching of the flamethrower, the scene in front of him melted.

Neat floor tiles, fine glass, man-made waterfalls and rockeries disappeared without a trace, replaced by a dark red room, an old iron frame bed, flying mosquitoes and flies, foul-smelling air, skinny lying on the iron frame bed, beside him was a blood-stained instrument, and the instrument flashed with green waves. Next to the instrument were nurses with numb faces like corpses, and they were holding something in their hands.

Didn't wait for Hoffa to see what was in this filthy and filthy space.

The image vanished without a trace, replaced by the splendid exhibition hall and the gigantic monster that roared, putting away his flaming flamethrower and waving his arms at Hoffa in a mournful voice.

"Face me, face me, face me!!"

"Hoffa, that strong spiritual power has just disappeared, my magic seems to be working, let me use it!!" Miller shouted excitedly over Hoffa's shoulder.

Hoffa coldly dodged the attack, ignoring Miller's words and the monster's howl, and continued to flee.

Seven hours, ten hours, twenty hours.

It was a never-ending escape, the monster had been tortured, and again and again it was on the verge of anger and collapse, yelling at Hofa again and again, and returning to dead silence again and again. In the process, Hoffa saw more and more the dark red room and the nurses in the room who were replacing the organs of the dying old men. But this is far from the end.

A day goes by,

Two days passed,

Three days passed

Hoffa ran away for three days in a row, and for three days, he didn't make a single move. Not to mention the huge monster, even Miller, who was lying on top of Hoffa, was almost going crazy.

He couldn't understand it as early as the first day, but what made him even more incomprehensible was that Hoffa had been walking around with this monster for three days.

For three days, the guy didn't eat, drink, or even speak, just ran away.

He didn't understand who the monster was.

In the course of three days, the dark red ward began to appear more and more frequently, and Hoffa became more and more familiar with the scene in that room. And he realized that time was not in sync between this ward and the ornate exhibition hall he was in, that the nurse who had changed his organs had not finished replacing a heart from beginning to end, and that he had been playing a game of chasing with the monster for three days.

Finally, at the end of the third day. The chase stopped, the scolding stopped, and the monster lay in the middle of the exhibition hall, repeating a phrase in its mouth.

"It's boring, it's boring, it's boring. I've got to have some fun, I've got to have some fun."

It's cursed everything, it's consumed all its passion, and now it just wants to forget about this damn chase.

The two worlds are rapidly switching between them, and the time for which the gorgeous exhibition halls can last is getting shorter and shorter.

Seeing the tired and empty eyes of the huge monster, Hoffa threw Miller, who was already numb from his buttocks, on his shoulder, and then drew his cross sword, placed it in front of Miller, and said, "Help me." ”

Miller understood, and he propped himself up, stroked the blade of Hoffa's sword, and opened his mouth, which erupted with a thick, fiery flame. The intense, high-temperature flames scorched the blade, completely enveloping the crosssword. This time, the flames never went away, but intensified.

Hoffa wielded his flaming crosssword, his eyes closed, and simply swung it through.

The neat halls, the flying flowers and birds, and the monsters that resemble the god of nightmares were all engulfed in thick flames and finally disappeared.

(End of chapter)