252 Chapter 52, Heterogeneous Contact

Inside the glass ball, that little octopus-like monster was flashing with strange pulsating light, its four tentacles were shaking regularly, and there was a white spot of light similar to an eye in the black mass in the hollow head.

This little thing had communicated with me before, before I met Ryan, but that time, it didn't speak, and some only flashed light.

"Did you hear me?"

It has no mouth and no opening, but the voice is transmitted to Hoffa's brain very precisely. This is a very magical experience, and he found that he can do the same, as if instinctively. He held the glass ball, looked at it carefully, and thought: "Are you talking to me?"

"Not me, who else?"

The little monster in the glass ball flew in a circle, and from time to time pulsed lights like electric currents shone in the chaotic black mist of the empty head.

"what do you?"

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

Hoffa: "."

If someone called himself a god in front of him before. Then he would definitely add a scripture to him, but after experiencing so many turbulent stories, he didn't doubt the little monster's words at all. After all, he just saw the huge phantom in the moon, These things are incomprehensible even from the perspective of magic, and can only be described as miracles.

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

"Yes, anyone who meets me will fall into a nightmare, and I take pleasure in it." The tentacle monster showed no embarrassment at all, it admitted it openly, and its voice didn't fluctuate or fluctuate.

"Why did you kill me?"

"I want to clarify that I never thought of putting you to death. The deaths of those people have nothing to do with me. I just let you have a dream. The contents of the dream are all projections of your inner anxiety."

Hoffa thought about it carefully and found that what this guy said was true. It's just that he still can't accept that there is a god beside him suddenly. This kind of thing has a great impact on his worldview.

"God. What exactly is it?"

He had seen the power of Death God before, and now he saw a guy who claimed to be the youngest son of the ancient god. He began to be more curious about the origin of this world.

"If I insist on explaining to you, the gods are like a kind of memory, a kind of inheritance, or more specifically, a kind of synthesis of ideas. When a person is alive, some people know him, and some people remember him. But when He died, and after the last man had completely forgotten him, he ceased to exist.

The same is true for gods. When people believe in the existence of gods, no matter whether they are evil, kind, terrible, benevolent, crazy, or rational, they will exist.

But the crowd does not believe in the existence of gods. When the thinking of the crowd is exhausted by endless daily life, when people no longer think and no longer need gods, then the gods will no longer exist. "

As it said, it continued to float in a circle, "Look, now I am only the size of a palm. Before ancient times, I existed in everyone's dreams, floating in the universe of thinking, and ran amok. Even God can't control my body. Behavior.

That's because the crowd fears and worships dreams, but now, they don't care about dreams anymore. This tendency has become stronger as time goes by, and I have a hunch that maybe fifty years from now, I will become as big as an ant. "

The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa felt conflicted.

"According to you, it seems that God is 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 imprint. It's hard to imagine what kind of power it is to make this mortal wound heal in a short time.

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

"I'm talking, and I even warned you to stay away from that follower of the god of death, but you can't hear or understand my language."

The unknown creature in the glass ball said: "I am not a human being, and I cannot communicate with you in words. However, you now have a part of the power of the ancient gods in your body, which is barely my kind, so you can hear me now." Speak."

"The power of the ancient gods, etc., are you the one who saved me and repaired my wounds?"

"It wasn't me, it was the power of Night God who saved you. Rather than saving him, it's better to say that you deprived him of part of his power and allowed his own life to continue. Look at the scar on your chest, that is The totem of the night god, the ancient ancestors would carve this kind of thing on their chests to pray for the blessing of the night."

"I deprive the power of the gods?"

"It tried to transform you into a blood relative, but it didn't succeed." It rolled around in the glass ball, "Some wizards are more stubborn, and you seem to be a typical example, which means that the gods don't like to be with wizards very much." The reason for the relationship."

Hoffa thought for a moment. He thought of the huge and unparalleled spiritual power he encountered in the blood pool. The spiritual power he was proud of was ahead of that power, just like the difference between a mouse and an elephant. 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, after I made my choice, the power of the God of 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 god war with me? The age is different, and it is no longer a world ruled by gods. They are all little gods who are still dying , we don't have the strength to toss any more."

Speaking of this, Hoffa gradually understood his situation. Compared with becoming a vampire, the nightmare sounds acceptable. However, what are you now? Are you a believer in the God of Nightmares? Merlin beard, he doesn't even know what the God of Nightmare is, and he also doesn't know the purpose of this thing in the glass ball. "

"You are not my disciple."

The monster in the glass ball said suddenly, "As for my purpose, I want to restore my physique in ancient times, just like what you saw in the dream. The current me is too unhealthy."

"Are you reading my mind?"

Hoffa became vigilant, and he moved the glass ball away as if it were a nuclear warhead.

"Otherwise how can I communicate with you?"

"Don't come here, if you do this again, I'll just throw you away."

Hoffa made a gesture to throw, he said firmly: "No one can read my mind."

"Understandable."

The little monster's head shook in the glass ball, like a human being nodding: "After all, you are still a member of human beings. Everyone thinks that their thinking is unique and inviolable. But in my opinion, everyone's thinking is actually unique. Thoughts are the same. Benefits are needed for survival, sex is needed for reproduction, emotions are needed for spirituality. I have read the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people, and with all due respect, your thoughts are no different from theirs.”

Snapped.

The glass ball drew an arc in the sky and flew thousands of meters away. Disappeared in 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 talking to himself.

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

The voice rang in his mind again.

"I rely on it!"

Hoffa was taken aback, and saw a silver light flash in the sky, and the glass ball thrown by him came back like a meteorite, hitting his forehead with precision, as if what he had just thrown was a boomerang , not a glass ball.

"Why are you still here!?"

Hoffa said angrily, covering his forehead.

"Since the moment you touched me in the dream world, some force majeure has locked our fate together. Maybe you should call me a partner and treat me better. After all, I have just been rescued by Ye Shen. over you."

"Why do you save me, so kind? Maybe you want to occupy my body, then devour my soul, and turn me into your slave."

"That's what Night God did."

The little monster seemed very calm about Hoffa's vicious accusations. In fact, his tone did not fluctuate from the beginning to the end, like a machine without emotion, "I said my purpose, I want to restore the power of 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, as long as 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 that he is a human being, Hoffa said this sentence with his mouth.

"Fine."

The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I just did this for the convenience of communication and not to waste time, but if you feel that I don't respect you, then I don't have to do it."

Hoffa picked up the glass ball, looked at the monster in the ball with some trepidation, his palms felt a little hot. And the monster in the glass ball was also looking at him.

At this time, a feeling of intimacy rose up, as if they had known each other for a long time, and he remembered that it was the same when he was in the deep sea in the dream, and he had a strange empathy for this monster.

It took a while before he restrained the feeling in his heart that he didn't know why, and turned his mind to the business. Mance took Chloe away, and the fate of the nun was at stake, but he knew nothing about the man. How could a Muggle survive being pierced through the heart by a knife?

"Since you said we are partners, can you answer my question?" He asked holding a glass ball.

"certainly."

The little monster in the glass ball said.

Hoffa: "I didn't kill that guy. I put a knife in his chest, but he's fine. How did he do it, is he a vampire too?"

"Only the top-level blood race can survive the destruction of the body, but this is not the case for Mulemans. The reason why he is immortal is because his soul is not on him. No matter how much you do to his body, it is meaningless Yes." The little monster said: "He is a follower of the god of death, and the god of death has already taken his soul away."

"I do not understand."

Hoffa was dumbfounded.

"Compared to us weak gods who have been forgotten in the dust of history, there are some gods whose existence has never weakened with the passage of time, such as the god of death.

As the supreme god in this world, it has the right to decide the life and death of life. Although you stabbed the knife into his body, his soul is not in the body. As long as you don't sever the connection between that body and soul, you can never kill him. His soul can manipulate that body like a marionette from an unknown and safe place. "

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

"Everything is relative. You can say that he is immortal, or you can say that he is already dead. The one fighting you is just an empty puppet."

Puppet. This statement made Hoffa shudder a little. He thought of the first time he met Mance in Paris, and the subsequent several secret confrontations. This lively and ruthless guy is not like a puppet at all.

However, he suddenly remembered that before he fought Dominic, Dominic asked himself if Grindelwald had given him the power of immortality.

If Mance was sent by Grindelwald to capture Chloe, then the person who took his soul is undoubtedly Grindelwald, because only he has the Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand. So... the power of immortality that Dominic said, is this power?

When he was thinking, the monster in the glass ball looked at him calmly, did not make the slightest sound, and did not seem to read his thoughts again.

"Tell me tell me how to beat him?"

Hoffa asked, "You must know the way."

"You know the answer, don't ask me."

The little monster in the glass ball suddenly circled and closed, graceful as a mimosa, "Also, as a partner, Hoffa Bach. I advise you to find some clothes to wear, someone is coming."

"I know? I know why I still ask you?"

Hoffa shook the glass ball, trying to communicate with it. But the light from the glass ball disappeared, and the little monster turned into a lump of black seeds, ignoring him. At the same time, dense and hurried footsteps came from behind.

Hoffa turned around and saw a few boys and girls in black and green suits jumping down from a high place, and the leading boy exclaimed when he landed: "Holy shit!"