Inside the glass ball, the little octopus-shaped monster was flashing with a strange pulsing light, its four tentacles vibrating regularly, and in the black mass of the empty shell's head, there was a white point of light that resembled an eye.

The little thing had communicated with itself once before, before he met Ryan, but that time, it didn't speak, only flickered.

"Did you hear me?"

It had no mouth, no mouth, no mouth, but the sound was transmitted to Hoffa's mind with great precision, and it was a magical experience, and he found that he could do the same, as if instinctively. He held the glass ball, studied it carefully, and thought, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else is it not me?"

The little monster in the glass ball flew in a circle, and the chaotic black mist of the empty brain case shone from time to time with a pulse of light like electricity.

"What are you?"

"The god of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan, a member of the ancient gods. The Tentacle said.

Hoffa: "......."

If someone has professed to be God before him. Then he would definitely add a scripture to the end, but after so many treacherous stories, he didn't even doubt the words of this little monster at all, after all, he had just seen the huge phantom in the moon, and these things seemed incomprehensible even from the perspective of magic, and could only be described as miracles.

"You brought us the nightmare in the sea before?"

"Yes, everyone who meets me falls into nightmares, and I take pleasure in it. The tentacle monster was not embarrassed at all, and it generously admitted that its voice did not fluctuate or fluctuate.

"Why did you kill me?"

"I want to make it clear, I never wanted to put you to death, the death of those people has nothing to do with me, I just let you have a dream, and the content of the dream is a projection of your own inner turmoil. ”

Hoffa thought about it and realized that what this guy said was also true. It's just that he still can't accept that there is suddenly an extra god around him, and this kind of thing has a bit of a big impact on his worldview.

"Gods...... What exactly?"

He'd seen the power of death before, and now he'd seen a guy who claimed to be the youngest son of an old god. He began to be more curious about the origin of this world.

"If I had to explain to you, the gods are like a memory, a heritage, or more specifically, a synthesis of ideas. When a person lives, someone knows him and someone remembers him. But when he died, after the last man had forgotten about him completely, he ceased to exist.

It's the same with gods, when people believe that there is a god, whether it's evil, it's good, it's terrible, it's merciful, it's crazy, it's rational, then it exists.

But the crowd does not believe in the existence of gods, and when the minds of the crowd are consumed by the endless daily life, when people no longer think, when they no longer need gods, then gods cease to exist. ”

As he spoke, it continued to float in a circle, "You see, now I am only the size of a palm, and once upon a time ago, I existed in everyone's dreams, floating in the universe of thoughts, running rampant, and even God could not control my actions.

That's because people fear dreams and worship dreams, but now, they don't care about dreams anymore. This trend has become stronger as time has passed, and I have a hunch that in 50 years, I will be the size of an ant. ”

The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa listened to it and felt conflicted.

"Listen to you, as if God were man-made. ”

"Maybe. The little monster's answer was ambiguous.

Hoffa looked at his chest, and the three-ring scar on his heart was beating slightly like some kind of mark. It's hard to imagine what a force could have been able to heal this mortal wound in such a short period of time.

He held the glass ball curiously, "Then why didn't you speak before." ”

"I'm saying, and I'm even warning you, stay away from the believers of the Grim Reaper, but you can't hear or understand my language. ”

The unknown creature in the orb said, "I am not human, and I cannot communicate with you in words. However, you now have some of the power of the Old God in your body, which is barely my kind, so you can hear me now. ”

"The power of the old gods...... Wait, are you the one who saved me, the one who repaired my wounds?"

"It's not me, it's the power of the night god that saved you. It's not so much about saving him, it's about depriving him of some of his power and allowing his life to continue. Look at the scar on your chest, it is the totem of the god of the night, and the ancient ancestors would carve this thing on their chest to pray for the protection of the night. ”

"I deprive ..... The power of the gods?"

"It tried to convert you into a blood relative, but it didn't succeed. It rolled around in the orb, "Some wizards are tougher, and you look like you're typical of them, which is why the gods don't like to deal with wizards very much." ”

Hoffa thought for a moment, and he thought of the huge and incomparable spiritual power he had encountered in the blood pool, and the spiritual power that he was proud of was like the difference between a mouse and an elephant before that power. He knew that he was no match for that power at all.

"I don't think I have the capital to deprive it of its power. He said slowly, "It's you, and after I made my choice, the power of the god of the night faded. ”

"I am also a member of the ancient gods, you have chosen me, what can it do, do you want to start a divine war with me, the era is different, it is no longer a world ruled by the gods, and they are all small gods who are still struggling, and we don't have the strength to toss anymore. ”

With that said, Hoffa came to understand his situation, and the nightmare sounded acceptable compared to being a vampire. But what are you now? a believer in the God of Nightmares? Merlinbeard, he doesn't even know what the God of Nightmares is, and he doesn't know anything about the purpose of this thing in the orb. ”

"You are not my believer. ”

The monster in the glass ball suddenly said, "As for my purpose, I want to return to the physique of the ancient period, just like you saw in the dream, and now I am too unhealthy. ”

"Are you reading my mind?"

Hofa was so wary that he took the orb away as if it were a nuclear warhead.

"Otherwise, how can I communicate with you?"

"If you don't come, if you do it again, I'll just throw you away. ”

Hoffa was about to throw it away, and he said categorically: "No one can read my mind. ”

"Understandable. ”

The little monster's head shook inside the glass ball, as if a human was nodding: "You are still a member of the human race after all, and everyone feels that their thinking is unique and inviolable. But it seems to me that everyone thinks the same way. In order to survive we need profit, in order to reproduce we need sex, and in order to be spiritual, we need emotions. I've read the minds of hundreds of millions of people, and with all due respect, your thoughts are no different from theirs......."

Syllable.

The glass ball arced in the sky and flew thousands of miles away. Disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa looked at his palm, and an indescribable uneasiness welled up in his heart, the guy didn't know why he spoke a little like himself, especially the tone that seemed to see through everything in the world, "Am I usually so annoying?" he couldn't help but muttered to himself.

"If you like throwing things, you can go play baseball later. ”

The voice sounded in his head again.

"Holy!"

Hoffa was startled, only to see a flash of silver light in the sky, and the glass ball that he threw out actually smashed back like a meteorite, hitting his head accurately, as if he had just thrown out a boomerang, not a glass ball.

"Why are you still here!?"

Hofa said angrily, clutching his head.

"Ever since the moment you touched me in the dream world, certain force majeure has locked our fates together, maybe you should call me a partner and be kind to me, after all, I just saved you at the hands of the god of the night. ”

"Why did you save me, so kindly? Maybe you're trying to take my body, devour my soul, and turn me into your slave. ”

"That's what the night god does. ”

In response to Hoffa's vicious accusations, the little monster appears very calm. In fact, his tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end, like an emotionless machine, "I said my purpose, I want to restore the strength of the ancient times, and you should be able to help me, so I saved you." ”

"Then why don't you let me read your mind?"

Hoffa was unwilling.

"Yes, if you want you to grow to that point. ”

Said the monster in the glass ball.

"Not interested, I'm human. I still want to be normal. ”

Perhaps in order to reflect the fact that he is human, Hoffa specially said this sentence with his mouth.

"Okay. ”

The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I just do this for the convenience of communication and not to waste time, but if you feel that I am disrespectful to you, then I can not do it." ”

Hoffa picked up the glass ball and looked at the monster in the ball with some fear, his palms a little hot. And the monster in the glass ball was also watching him.

At this moment, a sense of intimacy rose over him, as if they had known each other for a long time, and he remembered the same when he was in the deep sea of dreams, and he had a strange empathy for the monster.

It took him a while to restrain the feeling in his heart that arose for no reason, and turned his mind to business. Mance had taken Chloe, and the nun's fate was in jeopardy, but he didn't know anything about the man, how a Muggle managed to be stabbed through the heart with a knife and not die?

"Since you said we were partners, could you answer my question?" he asked, holding up the glass ball.

"Of course. ”

The little monster in the glass ball said.

Hoffa: "I didn't kill that guy. I stuck a knife in his chest, but he didn't do anything. How did he do it, and is he also a vampire?"

"Only the top but blood clans can be physically destroyed without dying, but this is not the case with Mullemans. The reason why he doesn't die is because his soul is not in him, and no amount of manipulation you do to his body is meaningless. The little monster said, "He is a believer in the Grim Reaper, and the Grim Reaper has already taken his soul." ”

"I don't understand. ”

Hoffa looked confused.

"In contrast to those of us who have been forgotten in the dust of history, there are some gods whose existence has never diminished over time, such as the Grim Reaper.

As the supreme deity of this world, it has the right to decide whether life is alive or dead. You stabbed the knife into his body, but his soul was not. As long as you don't sever the connection between the body and the soul, you will never be able to kill him. His soul can manipulate that body like a marionette, in an unknown and safe place. ”

"Isn't that immortal?" Hoffa was horrified.

"Everything is relative, you can say that he is immortal, or you can say that he is already dead. The one you're fighting with is nothing more than an empty puppet. ”

Puppet...... This made Hoffa shudder as he thought of his first meeting with Mance in Paris, and the next few secret encounters, and that this lively and ruthless guy didn't look like a puppet at all.

However, he suddenly remembered that before he fought Dominic, Dominic had asked him if Grindelwald had given him immortal power.

If Mance had been sent by Grindelwald to capture Chloe, then the person who had taken his soul was undoubtedly Grindelwald, as he was the only one in possession of the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand. So...... Is the immortal power in Dominic's mouth this power?

As he thought, the monster in the glass ball looked at him calmly, without making the slightest sound, and did not seem to read his mind again.

"Tell me, tell me how to defeat him?"

Hoffa asked, "Surely you know the way?" ”

"You know the answer, you don't have to ask me. ”

The little monster in the glass ball suddenly circled and closed, graceful as a mimosa, "And, as a companion, Hoffa Bach." I advise you to find a dress to wear, someone is coming. ”

"I know, I know, why do I have to ask you ......?"

Hoffa shook the glass ball and tried to continue communicating with it. But the light of the glass ball disappeared, and the little monster turned into a black seed, ignoring him. At the same time, the sound of dense and hurried footsteps was heard behind him.

Hoffa turned around and saw several young men and girls in black and green suits jumping from a height, and the young man at the head landed on the ground and exclaimed, "Holy shit!"