The nightmare god's face turned completely cold, he shook off Hoffa, and said without emotion: "Mortals who killed themselves, go to hell with your stubbornness." ”

Hoffa was speechless.

"There are many people in the world who are better than you, and I am really blind to let you become my incarnation. ”

With that, he turned around and left, abandoning Harry Potter's body and disappearing into the endless flames.

Six thousand reincarnations have reached the end, and everything is completely unknown.

As if history were repeating itself, Grindelwald sighed, looking at his students in front of him, his expression was full of joy and sadness.

"It's all over, Hoffa, the same as me, you will never be my opponent.

But I have to admit that you are different from the other people I have seen, and it is precisely because of your presence that my lonely life has been lit up and made me not seem so boring. When we wake up next time, we may be able to be a harmonious pair of teachers and students. ”

"Why are you talking to him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you're dead, hahahahahaha." This time, you will definitely lose, so resign yourself to your fate. ”

"Farewell. ”

Countless Grindelwald visions said.

They stretched out their hands in unison, and each of them grew into a tentacle that was so sharp that if he stabbed Hoffa, he would be pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and he would never be repaired.

"Run, fool!"

Aglaia's soul shouted at him.

"Let's go, let's go," said Nicola May, hoarse in the crook of his arm, "it is not for you, you must live"

Everything was exactly right, but this time he refused the arrangement of fate.

Hoffa slowly tilted his head and looked at the sky through the billowing smoke.

The night sky was burned red, and the moonlight shimmered high in the sky. It's far from dawn, the darkness is endless, when will it break?

He sighed, but his gaze sharpened. He is not dead yet, he has to fight until the last second.

Nanigi was the first to bite his neck, the endless tentacles of Grindelwald's illusion stretched out were in front of him, and the huge meteorite summoned by Miller was less than 10,000 meters above the ground.

Hoffa carries Nicolame into the world of shadows.

Thirty-one seconds

As long as it takes another ten seconds, the moment he leaves the ghost walk, it will definitely be difficult to withstand this explosive attack.

The three forces pressed to the limit, but Hoffa's eyes were clearer, his mind was no longer in the way since he rejected the god of nightmares, he was thinking faster than at any time before, and his thoughts were rushing through his mind.

What else can be done?

What else can be done?

Time is running out.

Hoffa looked at Lemay, who was already unconscious in his arms.

Suddenly, a very small possibility broke into his brain.

Wait a minute

Time

Time?

Time!

In the shadow world, Hoffa shook Lemay's head vigorously and said loudly: "Lemay, do you still want to resurrect Chloe?" ”

The dying Nicolame opened his eyes with difficulty: "Difficult, do you have a way?"

"No, it was more than I expected. Now I'm just a poor worm who can't turn the tide. Hoffa then confessed, "Lemay, I can't stand you, I'm overestimating myself." I can't resurrect anyone anymore. ”

"I tried my best"

Nicolemel sighed, as if he had exhaled all his strength, and he comforted Hoffa pessimistically: "Just do your best, we all did our best, I don't blame"

But Hoffa then interrupted him: "However, this defeat is only temporary, and we can still keep hope. ”

Nicol Lemay looked at him inexplicably: "What do you say?"

"Although you will die, I still have hope of resurrecting Chloe, her soul is still there, but that requires your last cooperation, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Will you be my servant?"

When he asked this, he had trouble breathing, and his fingertips were shaking with excitement.

Some crazy thought popped into his head out of thin air, and he couldn't stop it.

Nicolelemay was infected by his crazy emotions, and when he was dying, he actually spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his old and pale face was round: "Is it?"

Hoffa knew the old man understood.

He nodded.

"I do. Nicolame said without hesitation.

Thirty-five seconds.

Hoffa vanished, and the apparition vanished into the shadows.

Nanigi took a bite into the air and landed on the ground, endless tentacles stabbing the ground into a sieve.

"He ran away!?"

Baby Voldemort yelled uneasily, "Did he slip away?"

"Shut up!"

Countless Grindelwald visions rebuked, and he sneered and swore that "he won't run, what he wants most is still with me!"

He turned his head to look at the silver-haired ghost kneeling on the ground, and Aglaia's ghost knelt on the ground, but he took his face out of his hand with a look of confusion and confusion.

Thirty-seven seconds

Hoffa came to London, and the old Hoffa brought him back to his former home, and he slammed the door and broke into the second floor. In the dark, he immediately pinched his nose.

The old man was still slumped in the chair that had punched his head out of a hole, but after nearly a year, he had rotted so badly that maggots had fallen from his hollow bones in the stench.

But Hoffa couldn't care about the nausea at this time, he picked up a bone from "his own" arm and put it in his arms, and the apparition vanished.

Thirty-nine seconds

He appeared in the form of a phantom to the old house of the Nicolame family, and he ran into the basement in three steps and two steps, and opened the door of the refrigerator at minus 30 degrees, and in the cold light, Mance's thin body as a black monkey was still lying silently in the freezer.

But Nicolemel had already drawn the last of Mance's blood and placed it in a glass tube, and he reached out to take it in his hand, and the apparition vanished.

Forty-one seconds!

Nicola May falls out of the world of shadows.

The Hofa apparition appeared back to Nicolame's side and caught him.

Seeing him reappear, countless Grindelwald visions waved their tentacles again without hesitation, but this time Hoffa did not dodge again, instead, he ran towards the endless tentacles.

Whoosh!

In less than a second, he was stabbed into a hole doll by tentacles.

Grindelwald violently withdrew his tentacles and stared at him, there must be a demon when things go wrong, and he didn't believe that this guy would kill himself at this time.

Aglaia was already stunned by this crazy scene, she clutched her non-existent heart, and stared blankly at the one-armed bloody man in front of her.

Fifty seconds.

The sieve-poking Hoffa wasn't dead, blood was pouring frantically from his wounds, but his healing power was so strong at night that the wounds were rapidly healing, trying to save his life.

Unaware, he dragged Nicolame towards Voldemort's resurrection pool.

Voldemort was speechless by the blood-covered Hoffa, who looked no longer human. But Hoffa didn't do anything with him, he walked up to the dead wormtail and drew his silver dagger.

The serpent Naniji wrapped around his thigh, and before he knew it, he slashed his own thigh with a knife, acting like a madman.

And that's not all, after chopping his thigh, he stood on one leg on the ground, raised his knife, and plunged straight into his heart.

Poof, with a monster-like scream, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood.

It wasn't him who screamed, but his chest, and a mouth opened in his heart, which bit the knife so hard that he wouldn't continue to destroy his body.

Fifty-five seconds.

But Hoffa did not give up, he looked indifferent, drew his sharp knife with force, and frantically tore it at his own heart, until he stabbed his heart to a pulp, and could not recover again, and the dagger slipped from his feeble hand, and was taken by Nicolemé.

Voldemort looked at him, was shocked for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Crazy, crazy, completely crazy, you guy's completely crazy"

But Grindelwald didn't smile, he looked at Hoffa who kept hurting himself, the expression on his face changed several times, and finally, when he saw the broken hand bone that Hoffa hid in his arms, his eyes widened in shock, and he finally saw what Hoffa wanted to do.

"Ruined him, ruined this madman"

He muttered.

Fifty-nine seconds.

A huge meteorite summoned by Miller rains down from the sky.

Billowing smoke obscured everything, and the heat and energy poured in like a tidal wave, almost enough to destroy the world.

But it was too late.

Nicola raised his silver knife and, with the last of his strength, sliced off a piece of flesh from his arm, causing it to fall into the pool of resurrection.

"Ruined him!!"

Countless Grindelwald visions screamed, and they all rushed towards the man standing on the edge of the resurrection pool, covered in blood.

Last second.

Covered in blood, dying, and without the slightest human appearance, Hoffa laughed maniacally, and he gestured to the sky with a middle finger.

“！！！”

Holding on to the bones and blood, he jumped into Voldemort's resurrection pool.