237 Chapter 37, the Source of Nightmares

The sound started out as tiny vibrations, like fingertips on wood. Unobtrusive. But soon, it expanded to the extent that the stone hammer hit the ground.

The dark church tower trembled slightly, which was the power of the aftermath of the explosion.

The moonlight shines on the ground through the small windows on the wall, forming streaks of light.

In the confinement room, Chloe was awakened by the explosion. She hugged her knees, restraining her vomiting from time to time, and shivered from time to time.

If the nightmare was going to frighten her, it had indeed served its purpose.

When something impossible happened in front of her, she felt that her belief suffered a huge shock, which was almost a mental concussion.

She kept reminding herself that this was just her dream, and she should be the one who felt ashamed and ashamed when she dreamed of such a thing.

But what was even more frightening was that as she stayed in this place longer and longer, she felt that she couldn't even remember what reality looked like.

"What's going on in my head?"

She grabbed her hair tightly, trying to pull out the non-existent evil thoughts.

I don't know how long I was locked in the confinement room, maybe one night, maybe only ten seconds. Suddenly a soft call came from the small window on the wall: "Hey, Miss Flamel, what's the matter with you?"

Chloe raised her head slowly, and saw outside the small window of the confinement room, a man with blond hair was holding a lantern, looking at him worriedly, under the firelight, his face was half-dark.

It's Aldo.

"Excuse me, did I frighten you, Mademoiselle Flamel?"

the person outside the window asked.

After she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly became disgusted, not only because of the fright she received, but also because of the shadow brought to her by that incident, especially in this monastery, she said sadly and painfully: "What are you doing here?"

"I promised that guy Bach to protect you in his absence." Aldo said, "I came in over the wall." "

"Why doesn't he come by himself?"

"He has something to do."

"You don't have to worry about that, stay away from me." She said irritably.

"That won't work, someone has already attacked from outside."

Aldo sighed: "If you don't leave, it may be dangerous."

Chloe stood up, her face slowly paled, "Who attacked? It's you!?"

"Yes, and the group of Muller Mans. I'm sorry, Miss LeMay, for your safety. We have to take you out of here."

After speaking, he took out a chainsaw and sawed vigorously on the chain outside the door. Not long after, with the sound of iron chains rattling, the door was pushed open by Aldo. She saw Aldo's sweaty face and outstretched palms.

"Let's go and find Mr. Bach."

The evil dream I encountered yesterday seemed insignificant under the impact of real memories. She heard shouts from the side of the guardhouse, and the sound of gunfire. Something terrible was about to happen. She had a premonition, but was powerless to stop it.

"Need not."

She walked around the other's outstretched hand and walked out of the confinement room. Standing on a high ground, she could see the flames in the distance, the sound of shelling and gunfire, and the hordes of mobs holding torches, crossing the street and rushing towards the monastery.

This was the last scene she saw before Delphine took her away from the monastery. The next day, she read the news in the newspaper that all the members of the Tailar Monastery had been murdered by a black wizard.

"Let's go, if you don't go, it will be too late." Aldo reminded Chloe.

The two walked down the stairs and walked out quickly. People were panicking all the way, Chloe didn't see Sister Sannessa and Father Reid, only saw a few nuns running around in a panic, they were too busy to care about Chloe and Aldo beside her .

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the distance. The building of the monastery shook violently a few times, and the dust fell away, followed by screams and curses.

Concerned about it, Chloe raised her leg and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Don't go there!"

Aldor held her back, "These are false memories, didn't you tell me that?"

The sound of explosions and screams became more and more intense, and the subconsciously formed nuns fled wildly, traces of blood spread from the cracks in the ground, and flowed to Chloe's feet little by little.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

"The more intense your emotions, the more intense the circumstances of this nightmare," Aldo said.

"To put it lightly, you were also a member of the massacre, weren't you?" Chloe looked at Aldo and gritted her teeth.

"If you want revenge, I don't mind."

Aldo seemed rather calm, "You have that right."

Suddenly, he coughed violently, and some small silver fish mixed with crystal liquid fell from between his fingers to the ground, jumping around alive and well.

Chloe looked at him, instinctively wanted to care about him, but forcibly suppressed the gentle side in her heart, put on a tough posture, turned her head and left.

She didn't go far, but she stopped again.

A tall figure walked towards him, wearing a black robe, with blond hair, walking slowly. He also held a bloody body in his hand. Her face was contorted, her toothless mouth opening and closing. The blood-stained clothes were wrapped around his chest, and he was sobbing uncontrollably, with deep fear in his crying.

It was the nun Vivienne who brought her meals not long ago. This tragic scene made Chloe's nose sore. She kept reminding herself that all of this was false, as if it would make her feel better, but she couldn't do it because she knew that all of this might have happened.

The tall figure approached.

His facial features gradually became clear under the candlelight in the corridor. When he saw the person coming, Aldo stopped coughing and cursed angrily.

"Damn it!"

"Who are you?" The man with a dragging body looked at Aldo in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"I don't like massacres. To be honest, the people I killed in this monastery did not leave that painfully." Aldo said to Chloe, but all she got in return was hatred.

Nightmare Aldo threw away the remnant body in his hand like a shoe, "Wait, is that girl behind you Chloe Flamel?"

Normal Aldo stopped in front of Chloe.

No one answered the question, and Aldo raised his wand in a dueling stance.

Normal Aldo sighed: "But I have to say, from a certain point of view, my past is really unbearable."

A transparent beam of light came straight to his face, he rolled on the spot to avoid the curse, then turned over and jumped up, threw his other self to the ground, and the two identical guys wrestled into a ball.

They look the same and have similar physical abilities, but the only difference is that one can use magic, while the other cannot. After the nightmare Aldo fell to the ground, he raised his wand, and a red flare was shot into the sky.

Normal Aldo had a bad feeling. He opened his mouth and bit Nightmare Aldo's wrist. It was invisible but effective. Nightmare Aldo let go of his wand in pain.

Normally, Aldo grabbed the wand, broke it into two pieces and retreated to Chloe, pushing her shoulder: "Go, leave the monastery and go find Bach."

As soon as the voice fell, the black shadow flashed, and the nightmare Aldo rushed up like a hunting black bear, and pressed the normal Aldo against the wall: "Who are you, why are you using polyjuice to disguise me!?"

"You are nothing, not even a shadow." Aldo said sadly, "I will not answer your question."

bass!

Nightmare Aldo pulled out a dagger and put it on the opponent's face.

"Don't tell me, when I kill you, I will take off your face first to see who dares to pretend to be me!"

During the wrestling, the blades were wobbly and extremely dangerous. Seeing that he was going to be blinded by the sharp knife, Aldo said with difficulty, "You... have a... bug on your shoulder."

Nightmare Aldo's expression changed, and he turned his head away like an electric shock. At this moment of distraction, the sharp knife was taken away. Aldo turned over and pressed the nightmare version of himself under him, and slashed through it.

It was as if a leather bag full of blood had been torn, and the red color flowed down. He fell to the ground with a thud, struggling with spasms.

Aldo looked at his other self with a complicated expression, threw away the sharp knife in his hand, and came to Chloe: "Does this make you feel better?"

"As expected, death means nothing to you." Chloe said numbly.

"At least you have to learn to get used to it, Mademoiselle Flamel."

Aldo said. He looked at Chloe, eyes like deep pools of sadness.

With her back against the wall, Chloe stroked down little by little. Her eyes were red, her hair was messy, and she sighed: "Forget it, you are not the mastermind. The mastermind is Mance. You are just obeying orders. What qualifications do I have?" I've always been angry with you."

After leaving the nun's side, Hoffa walked out along the streets of Paris alone. Since there is no magic, he moves at the same speed as a normal Muggle.

Although he has lived here for more than half a year and is quite familiar with the environment here, the world in the dream is completely different from the real world. After a long journey, he deeply realized the paradox of the spatial composition of dreams.

After leaving the monastery where Chloe was, he went all the way north. Passing through the streets with people neighing and cars honking, we came to the outskirts of the city.

After arriving here, he never saw half a person again. For miles around there were these ugly industrial monoliths, and lots of cinders, slag, sand, and waste.

He felt that he could walk out of the dream, but the good times didn't last long. After passing through a suburb of the city full of farmland, warehouses, and truck warehouses, he returned to the place where he started, the city center full of traffic.

It was as if the dream had read his intentions and framed the map within a range of about 20 kilometers, no matter whether he was going left, right, east, west, south, or north. He will go through the cycle of cities, factories, and suburbs, and finally return to the original point.

"Is it only to this extent?"

After confirming the scope of the dream, he was not discouraged.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate. But this time, it wasn't meditation to restore magic power, it was just to improve spirit. The moment he opened his eyes again, his eyes became indifferent and empty.

The dream seemed to sense something, it stirred rapidly like an overturned paint box. Any landscape visible to the naked eye melted, and they combined into a deep pool like ink, in which his own shadow was reflected.

But that shadow is old and vicissitudes.

"The past has not yet passed, and the future has not yet arrived." The shadow said, "Wizard, please stop here."

"The heart of a wizard never stops."

After Hoffa finished speaking, he ignored the shadow at all. He got up and stepped across the deep pool, falling straight down.

Floating beauties spread their limbs and floated towards him naked, lying on him, licking his face, his chest, and his lower body. Hoffa ignored them, and they turned into snakes and scattered. .

Further on, he saw a feast on a long table. The participants were monsters with huge mouths and no other facial features.

They slumped over the overturned chairs and the disheveled dining table, which was filled with all kinds of unexplainable delicacies from all over the world. At the very center, there are even virgins, boys and girls who are alive on the iron rods for people to enjoy, but their faces are shining with the brilliance of martyrs.

When he fell, countless beautiful, rare, terrifying, or weird things appeared around him. Some shine with noble divinity, while others are downright mad.

But none of these things stopped him in the slightest. He wasn't interested in the slightest.

Eventually, he steps over false dreams.

Came to the bottom of this unknown spiritual world.

Here, he didn't see any streets, nor did he see any factories or warehouses. There was only a narrow sandy beach and an endless sea, just like when he first woke up from the beach.

Look at the sea, then look behind you.

It was a towering cabinet with countless exquisite glass jars, and the deserted islands, underground, and so-called Paris I had experienced were like miniature models in the glass cabinets of the sales department, which were very unusual. unreal.

"Have you reached the limit?"

He stared at the sea in front of him and began to think.

He sorted out everything he had experienced from the dream to the present.

After combing, he no longer walked back, but walked from the beach to the ocean step by step. The water gradually submerged his clothes, his chest, and his head.

The bottom of the sea broke suddenly, he stepped on the air, and fell straight down, soaking in the deep blue sea water.

No schools of fish, no corals, no algae, no life. But amidst the desolation, he saw a shocking scene.

A huge barbed arm was soaked in the sea water, slowly floating with the waves. The arm plunged straight into the bottomless sea, with no end in sight.

Hoffa continued to fall, falling deeper and deeper, and finally he saw the whole picture of the bottom of the "island". Where is this an island? It is clearly a gigantic creature. At first glance, it looks like a human being, but it has four arms, and the positions of its legs are hooked tentacles flying like ghosts. scream out.

What frightened him even more was its head. Each hair on that head was a sea snake with a length of more than ten meters. He was soaked in sea water head down without breathing. This body exudes a chilling fear and coercion.

Compared with him, Hoffa floating in the sea is like an ant.

Is everything I experienced the dream of this giant creature?

Hoffa stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pressed his hand on the other's forehead. It feels like crocodile skin mixed with whale-like roughness.

The pupils of the behemoth opened slightly.

The silver-white light flowed inside.

At this moment, countless pictures flashed before his eyes.

He saw a bald woman smiling and pulling a wrench in the golden hall. He saw a white-haired old man begging himself for death in a dark crypt, he saw the world was full of flames, and the doomsday where no one survived

He jerked his hand away.

The huge amount of information caused severe pain in his brain that was almost torn apart. In the severe pain, there was even an illusion of intimacy with the monster in front of him.

The intimacy is terrifying.

He barely restrained the surging waves of empathy, mobilized all his willpower, and extinguished the terrible urge to merge with it.

"That's it."

In the sea water, he sighed secretly, spit out countless bubbles, and struggled to swim upstream.

The creature seemed to have sensed something, and raised its mountain-like arms from the bottomless abyss, trying to grab Hoffa.

With the sound of rumbling water, Hoffa swam out of the sea. Ten minutes later, he stood on the shore again, trembling all over.

This nightmare was deeper than he had imagined, and the monster's face was somewhat similar to Chloe's.

"Damn it, what kind of secret do you have?"

He gasped for a moment, looked at the foaming sea water with lingering fear, turned his head and walked towards the island.