234 Chapter 34

"They're definitely coming."

The battleship Scharnhorst was brightly lit.

A wizard in black robe stared at the table in front of him and said tremblingly.

On the table lay a wet stick, a black prickly pear wand. Several other wizards turned around the table restlessly, like chicks before the rainstorm.

On a chair in the distance, Mance sat indifferently, holding a letter in his hand. The letter had just been sent from the Imperial Wizards Association in Berlin, and the top management of the association already knew about the disappearance of the three wizards.

Although it was noon, the Atlantic sea was pitch black, and the thick ink-like clouds hovered gloomyly in the low sky. The last heavy rain of summer was coming, and no one could stop it.

"If they come."

The black robe repeated loudly, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Mance: "Anker's death has nothing to do with us, understand?"

Mance glanced at him, ignoring it.

This mob flocks to them if they offer benefits. But when they encounter problems, they will also rush away, especially the big problems between life and death.

He has no intention of condemning these people. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. The people who can attract him are naturally people who are similar to him, and condemning them is undoubtedly condemning himself. But it seems that he must solve the current crisis before he can continue with the subsequent plan.

"I knew this plan was unreliable."

Another wizard said: "I don't want to joke about my future. I quit. What happened before has nothing to do with me. You can figure out what will happen afterward."

Mance raised his eyebrows, "Relax, my friend. You haven't even found Anker's body, are you so eager to sentence him to death?"

"But we found his wand. It's been a week, and he's been floating on the sea for a week. Without a wand, even the gods will die of thirst on the sea."

"Without food, he can catch fish. Without fresh water, he can drink his own urine. There are many ways to survive. Even Muggles can live on a shipwrecked plank for more than a month. Can't wizards do it? "

"Save these words and tell the members of the Kleist family!"

The wizard threw the letter in front of Mance. "As far as I know, they're on their way."

After speaking, he crackled, and Apparated disappeared into the room.

The gloomy sea wind made the chandeliers in the cabin dangle, and the shadows behind them looked like hideous creatures. The remaining wizards looked at each other in panic for a while.

"Is anyone else leaving?"

Mance pointed outside: "It's going to rain."

Another wizard stood up and gritted his teeth.

"Although your plan is very tempting, we haven't seen any results after so long. Not only did we not catch LeMay, but we lost two teammates, so I'm sorry." After speaking, he also Apparated and disappeared in the in the air.

This move was like knocking down dominoes, and almost all the black robes disapparated and disappeared in the cabin in an instant. In the end, only one female in black robe remained in place, looking at Mance in great embarrassment.

The team fell apart, but Mance didn't show any panic. He slowly stood up from his chair and said to the woman in black robe:

"Since you don't have confidence, just leave, why bother?"

"Why don't you go? I mean, aren't you scared?"

The female black robe asked: "That's Athos Kleist. If he gives any order, you may be dispatched to the most remote colony. You will never even think about returning to the political center of the empire in this lifetime."

"Because I think the situation is still under control."

Mance said lightly.

The female black robe shook her head.

"You overestimate yourself, Mance. In any case, you are just a Muggle. Although Lord Grindelwald appreciates your way of doing things and gives you high authority, it does not mean that you can do whatever you want in the association.

Now that Dominic is dead in battle, and Aldo and Anker are missing, I think the smartest thing to do is to go back to Berlin with us and take the initiative to admit our mistakes. "

The smartest thing to do.

Mance looked at his own reflection on the transparent glass in front of him, with an indiscernible sarcasm from the corner of his mouth. But the sarcasm was fleeting, and he said gently: "Thank you for your kindness, Ollie, but I still decided to stay on this ship."

"Then take care of yourself."

The female black robe sighed, and the apparition disappeared.

In the noisy cabin just now, only Mance was left in the blink of an eye.

The waves outside the window were higher and higher, even the legendary Scharnhorst was swaying and swaying in the waves.

He looked at the empty hall, stretched his waist, walked casually to the wine rack, poured himself two glasses of wine, sighed, and said to himself:

"If it's as powerful as you say, can you run away?"

The voice just fell.

The crackle of Apparition resounded in the cabin hall again. Several streaks of black smoke dissipated in the air, and the black-robed wizards who had left here before all left and returned.

It's just that behind the collar of each of them, there is a wizard in a red robe standing.

A red-robed wizard at the front even held one in his left hand and one in his right.

Wisps of white streaked through his neatly trimmed beard, his chest was covered with medals, and his gray eyes were stern. It looks like he is about fifty years old, which is the golden age of wizards.

After landing, he let go of his hand, and the two captured black robes collapsed to the ground.

Without looking at them, he stepped over his black robe. He strode to the table in the middle of the hall, looked down at the wet black prickly pear wood wand on the table, and said in a deep voice:

"No one is allowed to leave until my son is found."

The dream space is vast and boundless, with candles like forests and tall buildings lit in the middle, and the brightness of those candles is enough to blind human eyes. Anker's eyes were red and swollen, and he had to get very close to see the three people in front of him clearly.

"How did you become like this?" Aldo looked at the 100-meter-high giant in front of him in astonishment.

"Ha, are you afraid of me?" The one-armed giant Anker laughed, "That's no shame, because I'm a nightmare!"

"what does that mean?"

"Honey, I'm one with it, it can't hurt me any more."

Aldo was dumbfounded: "Join if you can't beat it, you are too real."

"I don't mind if you come with me, Aldo. When I kill this guy, I'll let you merge with me. It looks like the past. As for you." His huge mountain-like head turned to Huo Fa: "Did I tell you that I hate dark places?" He lay down in front of Hoffa, his voice full of infinite hatred, "Did I tell you that we should cooperate to get out of here?"

The breath blew through his hair like a hurricane, and Hoffa was in a cold sweat, leaning pale on a towering torch. The giant's huge pupils were only less than half a meter away from him, and he could clearly see his own reflection in them.

He hoped to see Anker die, because this guy was undoubtedly an extremely difficult opponent when he was awake, but he could never have imagined that after entering the dark underground, he actually chose to self-destroy and merge with the nightmare One.

"Yes, you told me."

Nightmare Anker: "I told you, you still forced me into the darkness alone, you cruel, ruthless, cold-blooded beast, you selfish, arrogant, vicious bastard!"

"Are you talking about yourself?" He gritted his teeth to calm himself down, "What's the difference between us?"

boom! !

The giant torch that was embraced by three people behind him was snapped off by the giant. Gravel splashed, and charcoal fell from the sky like a meteorite. Chloe couldn't take it anymore, she covered her eyes and screamed: "Come to the end, I can't take it!"

"Sharp teeth!" roared the giant, "how dare you ask me what's the difference?"

boom! !

It was another frightening blow, the giant pulled out his arm and swept over. All the braziers in the empty space were smashed to the ground, the orange charcoal was flying, and the raging fire burned all over the ground in an instant.

Chloe clutched her head and screamed, nearly breaking down emotionally, and Aldo dragged her up.

"Miss Flamel, let's go!"

He dragged Chloe and ran away, while Hoffa ran in the opposite direction from them. Anker chased after Hoffa without hesitation, and his hatred for Hoffa was obviously higher than the other two.

"The Muggle head of state is a guest of my family. Grindelwald and my father chatted and laughed happily. When I was born, even your principal sent gifts."

His huge body caught up with Hoffa easily, and he raised his hand and slammed it hard again, a blow that shook the ground. Hoffa was thrown high by the shaking comparable to a magnitude 10 earthquake. He only had time to grab a stone spur flying in the air before Anker grabbed it in his hand.

"You said, is there any difference between us?"

He clenched his fists and grabbed Hoffa, the huge force clamped his lower body, his face was flushed with blood, and he felt that his intestines might have been squeezed out, or had already been squeezed out.

"Relax. Or I will"

"What do you want, Bach?"

"I'm going to hold you in your hand." Hoffa said with difficulty.

The giant let go of his hand slightly, and Hoffa just took a breath, but he tightened his palm again, even harder than before. The giant laughed mockingly: "Today, even if you are a piece of shit, I will eat you up."

"Why bother?" Hoffa smiled helplessly and desperately, "I didn't know each other before."

"Everyone goes from acquaintance to ignorance, but not everyone can be friends. Obviously, if you leave Lemay to me, nothing will happen at all, but you want to sing against me."

"Even if I hand her over to you, can you take her out?" Hoffa said with difficulty.

"You control me? I want you to control? I can do whatever I want, eat when I want, kill when I want, play when I want, and care about what I want. Why do you want her?"

"Anker, wake up, remember our agreement, you explore the way, I will take you out. Now I have a little clue."

"where to?"

"Go back to reality, Anker."

"Hahahaha~" The giant laughed sarcastically: "What is reality, Bach? Can the real world be like this, and do whatever it wants?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the right arm that had been eaten by himself grew back in an instant, and he pointed to the ground with the new arm.

The charcoal on the ground turned into countless sparkling diamonds.

He pointed again, and the smoke flying in the air turned into a group of nude beauties. They were enchanting, charming, and humming beautiful songs.

The nightmare Aldo pointed out again, those beauties turned into plates of bloody delicacies decorated with green leaves in the melodious singing.

"Here, I can do whatever I want, I am God." Nightmare Anker proudly looked at Hoffa in his hand, "Think about how God would torture the devil? It would tear your balls off and stuff them in your mouth or let you be burned to ashes in the fire?"

He let go, picked up Hoffa, and hung him upside down over the torch.

Tongues of fire licked his back and singed his hair.

"No, you're not God," Hoffa said, sweating profusely.

"You're always such a naysayer."

"Unless you prove it to me," Hoffa said.

"What do you want to see?" Nightmare Anker teased him and dipped him in the flames, shaking back and forth, "I don't mind playing with you for a while longer."

Hoffa yelled loudly before getting burned bald. "Can you create a corridor that you can't get through? If you can, I will recognize your current achievements. That way, even if you want to kill me, I will be convinced!"

Nightmare Anker picked him up from the fire, his red pupils stuck to his face: "Oh, of course I can, Bach!"

He raised his hand.

A corridor appeared in the vast space, it was deep and dark, as tall as a person, leading to the unknown.

"See, now you can die with conviction."

Hoffa shook his head: "The nightmare has corrupted your sanity, Anker, if you can't even get in, then how can you be an omnipotent god?"

Nightmare Anker was stunned, as if petrified.

Taking advantage of the moment when Anker was confused by this classic paradox, Hoffa pulled out the stone thorn he had picked up earlier, and pressed down hard, the stone thorn deeply penetrated into the nail of Nightmare Anker.

The giant screamed in pain and let go of his palm.

Hoffa fell from between his fingers and landed on the ground, feeling chest tight and short of breath. Before he had time to catch his breath, he rushed to Chloe and Aldo who were hiding in the corner, pulled Chloe up, and rushed into the corridor created by Anker.

Aldo looked back in horror at Anker, who was violently facing the nightmare, "It's really you."

Not long after the three disappeared in the corridor, Anker finally regained a sliver of reason from the nightmare.

"Bitch, how dare you play me!"

The entire space was ignited under his anger, his body became smaller and smaller, but his terrifying aura was steadily increasing. He followed the three people in front and rushed into the narrow corridor with all hands and feet.

"Hurry up, run faster!"

In the corridor, Hoffa was anxiously urging, and he looked back occasionally. The guy was crawling behind them, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ceiling, like a gecko chasing flies, and behind Anker, It's a burning flame.