Goethe, however, happily broke free from the woman's embrace, and said to Duchamp: "This is my mother, Rowling, whom I have not seen since I was seven years old." Then he looked at Rowling and solemnly introduced, "Mom, this is my good friend Stellar. ”

The woman, Rowling, said softly, "It turned out to be a good friend of my son, come here, let me take a good look at you." ”

Duchamp did not move, and said to Goethe, who had become a child: "Your father is now facing dozens of monsters alone, in a precarious situation, and he needs your support. ”

Goethe was taken aback and said, "Monsters of the wasteland, are they coming?" ”

Duchamp added fuel and said: "There are hundreds of them, we can't kill them all, Fried originally wanted you to rest for a while, but now he is injured and can't support it, let me call you for support." ”

Goethe said anxiously: "Mom, you wait for me for a while, and I'll go to support Dad." Hey, where's my sword? As he spoke, his size and age kept rising.

Rowling burst into tears and said to Goethe: "My child, you can't grow any longer, as long as you are more than 7 years old, we can't be together." ”

Goethe looked at his mother and was in a dilemma.

The woman came up to her, stroked Goethe's hair slowly, and said, "Good boy, stay with me, your father, and let him alone." ”

Duchamp said loudly: "Goethe, this is just a dream, and you can do it again tomorrow when you are done." And your father, if you don't support now, you won't be there tomorrow. ”

Then he said to the woman, "Madam, you died eighteen years ago, and although you miss Goethe very much, Goethe is only 25 years old, and if he does not leave his dream to fight, his body will die soon, and you will not watch your son die like this." ”

The woman snapped, "You know what, this is true eternal life, and my son and I will be together forever." Then he turned to Goethe and said, "This is a stranger, expel him, and don't disturb our lives." ”

Duchamp shouted loudly: "The man who is fighting alone outside, your husband, don't you care whether he lives or dies?" ”

The woman screamed: "Seventeen or eighteen years ago, if he hadn't left me and ran away alone, how could I have died here, how could he still be alive, his life and death, leave it to him, I just want to stay with my son." ”

Goethe looked at the woman he had dreamed of many times, and shed tears, his size slowly grew taller, and in a blink of an eye he was over 7 years old, and his hand reached to his waist, which was originally empty, and he pulled out a knife.

The woman panicked: "Goethe, my son, what are you going to do?" ”

Goethe's eyes were filled with reluctance, but he said firmly: "You are not my mother. ”

The woman pounced and shouted, "Goethe, don't you want me too?" ”

Goethe let her pounce, but the knife in his hand was firmly grasped, and he continued: "In the eyes of my mother, my father was the most powerful and strongest man in the world. My mother, the most courageous and selfless mother, broke free from my father's hand and let him run in front with me and she in the back. ”

Goethe sighed and said, "Madam, although you are very similar to my mother, many of the things you say are not like what she said, and I have long known the difference between you and her. It's just that I've never seen my mother's face so clearly as I do today, and I want to see it a little longer. ”

The woman's face became hideous, and she was furious: "This world is full of ruthlessness and injustice, there are husbands who abandon their wives and escape alone, and sons who want to expel their mothers, the earth is full of blood, thousands of unjust souls are wandering and crying, such a world, there is only destruction, destruction." ”

Duchamp shouted: "Goethe, grow up, grow up!" ”

But it was too late. The woman danced with her hands, and the whole dream changed from a fairy tale to a gloomy world in a blink of an eye, and the hut behind her became a dark hole, and countless spiders and scorpions crawled out of the hole. The woman's image also changed, her face was blue and black, her eyes were red and her hair was blue, her whole body was bubbling with black gas, and she was dancing with her teeth and claws.

Duchamp said coldly: "Your illusion is not successful, it is okay to deceive children, but don't forget that there is an adult here." ”

The woman sneered, "Do you think this is just a dream? This is my kingdom. Then he drew his staff and shouted, "Arise, servant whom I have driven." ”

In this pitch-black space, many blue-faced and fanged monsters and those knotty and hairy insects immediately appeared, surrounding everyone.

Duchamp saw that there was only a little bit of white ground left under Goethe's feet, sighed, conjured a magic staff, and kept fighting with the monsters summoned by the other party, and said fiercely in his heart: It takes a lot of mental power to maintain such a realistic illusion, I want to see who can hold it longer.

Goethe held the small sword, looked at the monsters around him, and the changing environment in the blink of an eye, but his eyes were fixed on the woman.

The woman seemed to have understood Goethe's thoughts, and laid down many obstacles and traps in front of her, and then calmly mocked: "My child, do you want to do the cruelest thing in the world, killing your mother?" ”

Goethe stared at her, raised the little sword, and said firmly: "No, I don't need to do anything like that, I just need to do what I have to do." ”

He brandished his sword, turned into a giant in the blink of an eye, and shouted angrily, "This is my domain!" The white light of the big sword slashed forward, and the monsters, obstacles, and the woman in front of him all turned into nothingness.

Of course, the hapless Duchamp was also implicated. He retreated from Goethe's illusion in a state of confusion, feeling dizzy, as if he had been wounded by Goethe's sword. He looked around and saw that Fried was surrounded by a large group of monsters, and the spell shield on his body was still there, and it seemed that he had not been attacked.

"Daddy!" Goethe rushed out of the tent, saw Fried in siege, roared, brandished his weapon, and rushed over.

"Goethe." When Fried saw that his son had woken up, his spirits were lifted, he had no worries, and he immediately launched a fierce attack, and with a sword light, he rushed through the monster group like a gust of wind, and the monster that was hit was instantly smashed and could never be resurrected.

Goethe, on the other hand, did the same, swung his sword and rushed in the other direction, and the monsters along the way perished.

Duchamp looked at the father and son who made a big move, and his mouth couldn't close in surprise.

"It turns out that the uncle's trick has been hidden and useless."