The sound started as a small vibration, like a fingertip tapping against wood. It's not unobtrusive. Soon, though, it expanded to the point where a stone hammer struck the ground.

The pitch-black church tower trembled slightly, it was the power of the aftermath of the explosion.

The moonlight shines on the ground through the small windows in the wall, forming spots of light.

In the confinement room, Chloe was awakened by the sound of an explosion, and she hugged her knees, suppressing her vomiting from time to time, and shivering from time to time.

If the nightmare was going to scare her, it had indeed served its purpose.

When something impossible happened to her, she felt a huge shock to her faith, which was almost a mental concussion.

She kept reminding herself that this was just her own dream, and when she dreamed of this kind of thing, she felt ashamed and ashamed of herself.

But what's even more terrifying is that as she spends more and more time in this place, she feels like she can't even remember what reality looks like.

"What's going on in my head?"

She grabbed her hair desperately, trying to pull out the evil thoughts that didn't exist.

I don't know how long I was in the confinement cell, maybe one night, maybe only ten seconds. Suddenly a soft call came from the small window on the wall: "Hey, Miss Lemay, what's wrong with you?"

Chloe looked up slowly, and saw a man with blond hair holding a lantern outside the small window of the confinement room, looking at him worriedly, his face half-lit and half-dark in the firelight.

It's Aldo.

"I'm sorry to scare you, Miss Lemay?"

The man outside the window asked.

She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly became disgusted, not only because of the fright, but also because of the shadow that the incident had cast on her, especially in this monastery, and she said in a melancholy and painful way, "What are you doing here?"

"I promised that fellow Bach that I would protect you while he was away. Aldo said, "I came in over the wall. ”

"Why didn't he come by himself?"

"He's on his way. ”

"Then you don't have to worry about it, stay away from me. She said irritably.

"That's not going to work, there's already someone attacking from outside. ”

Aldo sighed, "If you don't leave, it may be dangerous. ”

Chloe stood up, her face slowly pale, "Who attacked you!?"

"Yes, and the group of Müller Mance, I'm sorry, Miss Lemay, for your safety. We have to get you out of here. ”

With that, he took out a chain and sawed it the chain outside the door. It wasn't long before Aldo pushed the door open with the sound of chains. She saw Aldor's sweaty face and outstretched palms.

"Let's go, go to Mr. Bach. ”

The evil dream encountered yesterday seemed insignificant under the impact of real memories. She heard shouts and gunfire coming from the guardhouse, something terrible was coming, she had a premonition, but she couldn't stop it.

"No, I don't. ”

She walked around the other's outstretched hand and walked out of the confinement chamber. Standing on a high place, she saw a sparkling flame in the distance, the sound of shelling and gunfire incessantly, and the crowds of thugs carrying torches across the streets towards the monastery.

This was the last thing she saw before she was taken from the convent by Delfina, and the next day, she read in the newspaper that the entire Terral Monastery had been murdered by a dark wizard.

"Let's go, it's too late if you don't go. Aldo reminded Chloe.

The two walked down the stairs and walked quickly outside. Along the way, Chloe didn't see Mother Sannessa and Father Red, only a few nuns running around in a panic, they didn't care about Chloe and Aldo beside her.

Thundered!

Suddenly, a violent explosion was heard in the distance. The building of the monastery shook violently, and dust fell straight away, followed by screams and curses.

Concerned and confused, Chloe raised her leg and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Don't go there!"

Aldo pulled her back, "These are false memories, didn't you tell me that?"

The explosions and screams became more and more intense, and the subconscious nuns fled frantically, a trace of blood spreading from the cracks in the stone in the ground, and little by little to Chloe's feet.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. ”

"The more intense your emotions are, the more intense the nightmare environment will be," Aldo said. ”

"To put it mildly, you're part of the massacre, aren't you?" Chloe looked at Aldo, gritting her teeth.

"If you want revenge, I don't mind. ”

Aldo looked rather calm, "You have that right. ”

Suddenly, he coughed violently, and some small silver fish mixed with shiny liquid fell from his fingers to the ground, bouncing around.

Chloe looked at him, instinctively wanting to care about him, but forcibly suppressed the gentle side of her heart, put on a tough posture, turned her head and left.

She hadn't gone far before she stopped.

A tall figure approached, dressed in a black robe, with blond hair, and a slow pace. He also carried a bloodied body in his hand. Her face was distorted, and her toothless mouth kept opening and closing. Wrapped in bloodstained clothes on his chest, he sobbed uncontrollably, crying with deep fear.

It was Sister Vivien, who had brought her food not long ago, and this tragic picture made Chloe's nose sour. She kept reminding herself that it was all fake, as if it would make her feel better, but she couldn't, because she knew that all this was very likely to have happened.

The tall figure approached.

His features were becoming clear under the candlelight in the hallway, and when he could see the comer, Aldo stopped coughing and cursed in annoyance.

"Hell!"

"Who are you?" the man dragging his shell looked at Aldo in front of him, looking confused.

"I don't like torture and killing, and to be honest, the people I killed in this monastery don't walk so painfully. Aldo said to Chloe, but in exchange for her hateful looks.

Nightmare Aldo abandoned the stump in his hand, "Wait, is that girl behind you Chloe Lemay?"

Normal Aldo stopped in front of Chloe.

The question went unanswered, and the nightmare Aldo raised his wand and struck a duel stance.

Normal Aldo sighed: "But I have to say that from a certain point of view, my past is really unbearable. ”

A transparent beam of light came straight at the door in front of him, and he rolled on the spot to avoid the spell, then rolled over and leaped to his feet, knocking his other self to the ground, and the two identical creatures scuffled.

They look the same and have similar physical abilities, but the only difference is that one can use magic and the other cannot, and when the nightmare Aldo falls to the ground, he raises his wand and a red flare is shot into the sky.

Normally Aldo had a bad premonition, he opened his mouth and bit on the wrist of the nightmare Aldo, without any image, but the effect was quite good, and the nightmare Aldo released his wand in pain.

Normally Aldo snatched his wand, broke it in two and stepped back to Chloe's side, pushing her shoulder: "Go, leave the abbey, go find Bach." ”

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow flashed, and the nightmare Aldo pounced like a predatory black bear, and pressed the normal Aldo against the wall: "Who are you, why do you use the compound decoction to disguise me!?"

"You're nothing, not even a shadow. Aldo said sadly, "I won't answer your question. ”

Scold!

Nightmare Aldo drew a dagger and put it in the face.

"Don't say it, when I kill you, I'll take off your face first and see who dares to impersonate me!"

In the wrestling with each other, the blades swayed and were extremely dangerous, and seeing that he was about to be blinded by a sharp knife, Normal Aldo said with difficulty: "You..... You..... Shoulder ..... There is a ..... Bugger. ”

Nightmare Aldo's face changed, he turned his head like an electric shock, and in this moment of distraction, the sharp knife was snatched away, and Aldo turned over and pressed the nightmare version of himself under him, slashing through it.

It was as if a leather bag filled with blood had been cut, and red was gurgling down. He fell to the ground with a thud, struggling with his muscles.

Aldo looked at his other self with a complicated expression, threw away the sharp knife in his hand, and came to Chloe's side: "Does this make you feel better?"

"Sure enough, death is nothing to you. Chloe said numbly.

"At least learn what you are used to, Miss Lemay. ”

Aldo said. He looked at Chloe, her eyes filled with a deep pool of sorrow.

Chloe slashed little by little with her back against the wall, her eyes were red, her hair was messy, and she sighed: "Well, you are not the mastermind, the mastermind is Mance, you are just obeying orders, what right do I have to be angry with you all the time." ”

......

......

After leaving the nun's side, Hoffa walked alone along the streets of Paris. Due to his lack of magic, he performed at no different speed than a normal Muggle.

Although he has lived here for more than half a year and knows the environment here quite well, the world in the dream world and the world in reality are completely different things. After a long journey, he deeply realized the paradox of dreams in the composition of space.

After leaving Chloe's monastery, he headed north. Passing through the streets of neighing horses and honking cars, we came to the outskirts of the city.

Once here, he couldn't see half a figure again. For miles, there were ugly industrial monoliths, as well as large quantities of cinders, slag, sand and waste.

He thought he could get out of his dream, but it didn't last long, and after passing through the outskirts of a city full of farmland, warehouses, and truck warehouses, he returned to the bustling city center where he had been.

It was as if the dream read his intentions and framed the map within a range of twenty kilometers or so, whether he was left, right, east, west, south, north. He will all go through the cycle of the city, the factory, the suburbs, and finally return to the original point.

"Is that all there is to it?"

After confirming the scope of the dream, he was not discouraged.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate. But this time it's not about meditating to restore your magic, it's just about improving your spirit. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became indifferent and empty.

The dream seemed to sense something, and it was like a box of paint that had been knocked over, stirring rapidly. Any landscape visible to the naked eye melted, and together they became a deep pool of ink, in which his own shadow was reflected.

But the shadow is old and vicissitudes.

"The past is not yet past, and the future is yet to come. The shadow spoke, "Wizard, please stop here. ”

"A wizard's heart never stops. ”

After Hoffa finished speaking, he ignored the shadow, he directly got up and stepped over the deep pool, and fell straight down.

There were floating beauties who spread their limbs and floated naked towards him, lying on top of him, licking his face, his chest, and his nakedness, and Hoffa ignored them, and they became snakes and scattered.

Further on, he saw a feast on a long table. The participants are monsters with huge mouths but no other facial features.

They staggered around the toppled chairs and the crumbling table of cups and plates, laden with all sorts of inexplicable delicacies from around the world. In the center, there are even boys and girls who are stuck alive in the iron hammer for people to enjoy, but their faces shine with the glory of martyrs.

When he fell, countless things appeared around him, whether they were beautiful, or rare, or terrifying, or weird. Some shine with noble divinity, while others are utterly insane.

But none of this stopped him in the slightest. He was not in the slightest.

Eventually, he stepped over the false dream.

Came to the bottom of this unknown spiritual world.

Here, he didn't see any streets, no factories or warehouses, just a narrow stretch of sand, and an endless sea, just as he had when he first woke up from the sand.

Look at the sea, and then look behind you.

It was a towering cabinet with countless exquisite glass jars in it, and the desert island, the underground, and the so-called Paris that I experienced were like miniature models in the glass cabinets of the sales department, which were unusually unreal.

"Are you at the limit?"

He stared at the sea in front of him and began to think.

He combed through everything he had experienced from the beginning of the dream to the present.

After combing, he no longer walked back, but walked from the beach to the ocean step by step. The sea gradually flooded his clothes, flooded his chest, and flooded his head.

The bottom of the sea suddenly broke, and he stepped on the air, and fell straight down, soaking in the deep blue water.

No fish, no corals, no seaweed, no life. But in the midst of the desolation, he saw a shocking scene.

A huge barbed arm soaks in the water, drifting slowly with the waves. The arm plunged into the bottomless depths of the sea, and there was no end in sight.

Hoffa continued to fall, deeper and deeper, and finally he could see the whole picture of the bottom of the "island". It was an island, a gigantic creature that at first glance looked like a human, but it had four arms, and its legs were ghostly flapping tentacles that almost screamed at the first glance.

What frightened him even more was its head, each hair of that head was a sea snake more than ten meters long, it was soaking in the sea water with its head down, not breathing, and its face and at first glance it looked like a woman, but combined with this body, it exuded a terrifying fear and coercion.

Compared to Him, Hoffa was like an ant floating in the sea.

Was everything I experienced a dream of this giant creature?

Horfa reached out with a trembling hand and pressed his hand on the other's forehead. It felt rough to the touch like crocodile skin mixed with whale.

The behemoth's pupils opened slightly.

Inside, a silvery white light flowed.

At this moment, countless images flashed in front of his eyes.

He saw a bald woman smiling and pulling off the wrench in the hall that shone with golden light. He saw a white-haired old man praying for death in the dark crypt, and he saw the end of the world full of flames and no one survived......

He jerked his palm away.

The sheer amount of information caused his brain to tear apart. In the severe pain, he even had a strange illusion of intimacy with the monster in front of him.

It's a terrifying sense of intimacy.

He barely restrained the waves of empathy, and mobilized all his willpower to extinguish the terrible urge to become one with it.

"That's it. ”

He sighed in the water, spat out countless bubbles, and struggled to swim up.

The creature seemed to sense something, and raised its mountain-like arms from the bottomless abyss to grab Hoffa.

With a rumbling sound of water, Hoffa swam out to the surface. Ten minutes later, he was back on the shore, trembling.

The nightmare was deeper than he had imagined, and the monster's face was a little similar to Chloe's.

"Damn, what the hell is a secret about you. ”

He gasped for a moment, looked at the foaming water, and turned his head towards the island.