Up the stairs, Hoffa weaves between swaying gears and diffuse steam, beside him gray pipes that spew smoke from time to time.

The night was in the middle of nowhere, his five senses were as sharp as a beast, and the smell of the nun became more and more distinct. He tapped his toes on the ground, not making a sound.

For some reason, the female vampire followed him without leaving the three-ring scar on his chest, only to see her clinging to the ceiling, like a large bat, crawling with gray pipes in her hands, to avoid the soldiers who popped up from the corners from time to time, holding guns and walking in a hurry.

Hoffa couldn't understand why she was following him, but he didn't bother to ask, maybe the power he got from the god of the night made her feel kind?Maybe she wanted to find the real culprit who destroyed the family, but as long as it didn't hinder him, he didn't care.

As the height gradually increased, as he got closer to his ultimate goal, the smoke in the turret grew thicker, and many faint scales appeared on the gray pipe walls, vague and illusory, and some strange sound appeared in Hofa's ears.

It was the ticking of the clock.

Tick... Tick... Tick... It doesn't stop.

There was some kind of weird whisper mixed in with it.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......"

It's as if someone is counting with their fingers in their ear.

But when he carefully discerned this sound, he found that it was just some kind of auditory hallucination, like a glass marble on the roof of a building, which occasionally appeared, but when he listened carefully, it disappeared and disappeared.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven....."

The voice was repeated over and over again, and Hoffa turned the last corner that approached Chloe's breath.

He saw a man standing in the fog with his back to him, tall in a black suit, holding a strange big black umbrella with a shawl of pure white hair under it.

Before he had time to think about why someone was holding an umbrella indoors, Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, and then his eyes instantly turned blood-red.

His former teacher, Grindelwald. He's actually standing in front of him with an umbrella!?

The adrenaline instantly overwhelmed everything, the three rings on his chest became bright red, and countless pinprick-like feathers even popped up from all corners of his body.

"Grindelwald!!"

He roared inwardly and rushed over like a bolt of lightning, his arm turning into a giant sword.

Swish.

With a single slash, he went straight inside Grindelwald's body. The touch is thin and no different from slashing through air.

Knock knock knock......

His heart rate slowed down, and when he looked back, Grindelwald's eyes were not on him at all, he was just concentrating on counting, and the Grindelwald in front of him was younger than when he taught him.

It's all a fog, some kind of illusion.

The mutation in Hoffa's body gradually faded away, and he regained his composure and stood there and watched.

In the midst of this unexplained vision, Grindelwald held a black umbrella and stood in a completely unknown position. There were seven or eight young men on his knees, some dressed in wizarding clothes and others in Muggle uniforms. However, looking at their expressions, it seems that they have all undergone unimaginable torture, and there is not a single corner of their mouth that is not bloody.

"Nothing is eternal, everything is the vanity of nothingness. Grindelwald said: "In chaos, faces will eventually turn to dry bones, blades will rust away, empires can collapse in an instant, nothing lasts forever." ”

"Why are you doing that?"

One of the men who had fallen to the ground asked, and he looked up.

It was Mance Müller, who was dressed as a junior sergeant, and looked much younger than he was now, but his still immature face was full of despair, "Let us know that this world is meaningless, what good is it for you?"

"I don't want to give in to knowing that there is no meaning, or succumbing to meaninglessness, or struggling to find meaning for myself. ”

He pulled out his wand from his pocket, and the black elder's wand spewed out a green brilliant light, and the light split into seven transparent arms in the air, each arm pressed the head of one of them, and with a grip and a twitch, transparent points of light overflowed from their seven orifices and flew into the elder's wand, "From now on, no one can kill you, go, find the only eternal thing, and let me see your final answer." ”

The smoke disappeared, and Hoffa clenched his fists. If nothing else, this should be Mance's memory. In this way, this Muggle has a similar experience to his own. They have also experienced the devastation and torture of Grindelwald, and they also have what they believe in, but what they believe in is not the same.

The female vampire who had been following Hoffa also saw the scene in front of her, and she jumped off the gray pipe that had been clinging to it and walked over to Hoffa, "What is this?" she asked curiously.

"Why do you always follow me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Are you here to avenge my people, if you're not the murderer, you must know the identity of the murderer, right?"

Hoffa shook his head, then nodded slowly, "I do know. ”

"Then take me, I'll be with you. The female vampire said immediately.

Hoffa shook his head, didn't answer, just walked down the pipe. On each floor, he could see some miscellaneous visions. These visions were very strange, some of them were Mance's, some were Chloe's, and he even saw the church and priest who had been in Chloe's nightmare world in the nightmare world, as if some kind of strange fusion was taking place in this turret.

He became more and more uneasy.

Through the last layer of illusion, he came to the top floor of the Scharnhorst battleship, and in the darkness, he finally saw the nun who had been absent for a long time.

It was an operating room-like place, surrounded by strange surgical equipment, and she sat on an iron chair in the center of the room, her feet held in place by changing iron shackles, her arms crossed out, and her head hung low. The arm was connected by a lot of catheters, and blood flowed from the arm into the catheter, and from the catheter into the unknown darkness. That's where the smell of blood comes from.

Hoffa walked quickly to Chloe, sat down on her knees, and patted the nun on the cheek.

"Hey, how are you?"

There is no response, and it is cold to the hand.

His heart stopped beating.

"Nothing like I thought could have happened," Hoffa told himself, before touching the nun's neck and pulse with his palm. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, wake up, tell me what's going on?"

He grabbed Chloe's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

This time he used some force, and Chloe woke up slowly, raising her eyelids, but her pupils were dilated. It's blindness caused by excessive blood loss.

"Is that you..... Hoffa?" she asked, leaning her ear to him.

"It's me. ”

Hoffa's voice trembled.

Endless killing intent boiled in his chest.

"Ah, are we all dead? ”

She asked confusedly.

"Damn!"

Seeing her appearance, the crimson color in Hofa's eyes became even stronger, and he crouched down and grabbed the dense catheter on her arm, about to pull it out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have done that. ”

Another familiar, yet unfamiliar voice came from the darkness. Hoffa immediately put down the catheter and stood up.

Little by little, Mance's figure came out of the darkness, he was tall and strong in a blue-black military uniform, dressed exactly as when they first met, and even his chest was intact.

The only difference is that Mance's eyes have turned the same silver-white as when Chloe's magic power went berserk. It flickered in the darkness, flickering on and off.

"How did you survive?"

He looked at the ceiling, his head shaking and flickering quickly, then fixed again, and looked at Hoffa, "Oh, it turned out that he jumped into Rusfan's blood pool, so he picked up a life." ”

"What did you do to her!?"

"I got the power I had always dreamed of, and her blood flowed inside me. Mance's voice had a peculiar feminine voice, even a little like Chloe's speech, and he turned around and pointed to his neck, only to see that in the spine of his neck, there were also several catheters connected to it, and the blood that flowed from Chloe's arm actually flowed into his body like this.

"If you want me to say, now I am one with her. So, you don't have to kill me. ”

Hoffa strode forward and raised his fist.

Rumble!!

The blow contained extreme anger was so powerful that Mance's body was smashed into a huge blasting opening with half of the turret. Blood rained down, and he looked at his fist, panting. He hadn't been so upset in a year, and now he didn't want to hear any words come out of the guy's mouth.

"What's the point, anger, violence, death, even emotion. It's all meaningless, in the face of time, and even the meaning itself, has lost its meaning. Mance's ethereal voice sounded again with a faint disgust.

Hoffa was in a trance for a moment, and then he felt his belly squeeze his eyes be jerked by some invisible hook, and he circled forward.

Tick......

In an instant, he noticed that Mance was nowhere to be seen, and he was still kneeling in front of Chloe, holding her arm, and Chloe looked up slowly.

"It's... You, Hoffa?"

"It's me. ”

Hoffa replied subconsciously.

"Are we dead?"

She asked, confused, exactly as she had been a few seconds ago.

Hoffa slammed to his feet, staring at the darkness in the distance.

Sure enough, it didn't take a few seconds. Mance came out of the darkness again, and he admired his palm with emotion: "See, this is the power of time, unpredictable, in front of it, all power will lose its meaning." ”

He was back a few seconds ago.

He looked at Mance in disbelief, this guy didn't know what method he used, and actually transplanted Chloe's power into his body.

"What the fuck .....!?"

Huo Fa burst out in Chinese, and his right arm turned into a blade and disappeared in place. When it reappeared, Mance's head flew high, and it took a long time for the head to fall to the ground with a thud.

But just after doing all this, the world was spinning again.

He went back to where he had been, kneeling in front of Chloe, staring into her blank eyes. Chloe asked, "Is that you, Hoffa?"

This time Hoffa couldn't answer anymore, and with the hands he was looking at, he stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, and bumped into the female vampire Kyria, who held him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa touched his head and turned to look into the darkness.

Mance's figure came out of the darkness for the third time, and he smiled: "The speed is really fast, Lu Sifan has collected the blood pool for most of his life, and it was absorbed by you, if I were him, I might be angry to death." ”

Click!!

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang.

Mance's whole person was directly scorched by a dazzling red lightning. The flat mine had blown almost the entire room black, and the air was filled with the smell of ionization, and the female vampire gasped, and the hairs on her head stood on end.

Hoffa's face was pale, his fingers smoking, and the 100,000 volts of electricity had almost exhausted half of his magic.

Before he could lower his finger, time and space distorted again.

The fragments peeled back and retreated, like the power of the law, irresistible in the slightest. He returned to the nun and sat down on her knees, Chloe slowly raised her head, "Yes.... Is that you? Hoffa. ”

Huo Fafa was obedient, he shook Chloe's shoulders regardless of it, and shouted loudly: "Hey, wake up, quickly tell me how to jump out!?"

The female vampire who had just come in behind her was stunned, and Hoffa, who had just been silent in her perspective, became like a madman in the blink of an eye, grabbing people like crazy and shaking, and shouting unintelligible words in her mouth.

The nun opened her mouth stupidly, and her saliva was dripping from the shaking.

In the darkness beside him, Mance, who had been electrocuted into charcoal, reappeared where he had appeared ten seconds earlier. He patted his chest and said with a shocked look and a smile: "That move just now, if it weren't for me, a hundred wizards would have died." ”

Hoffa stood up, time going back in time, but his magic didn't go back to the past. It was his strongest and most stealthy attack, and he never believed that anyone would survive this finger of death. But Mance did it, which made him feel desperate, but he didn't show a single sign on his face, he stared at the man deadly, gritted his teeth, and said, "Come on, go on, let's play all day." ”

"Really going to play for a day?"

Mance looked up, his head shaking a few times as if twitching. "Time is so fair, just now that we have stayed so long in the past, it is time to return to the future. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the colors around him began to flow at a rapid rate, first black, then gray, and then white. Eventually, the smoke cleared, and a ray of sunlight shone in through the window at the top of the turret, and Hoffa barely held on to Chloe's chair to keep herself from falling to the ground. He looked at his chest, and the three-ring scar was losing luster at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Your time is up, Bach. ”

Mance whispered, "It's daylight." ”