289 Chapter 11, Big Fire

A man and a woman looked at each other in the air, cold sweat slowly dripped down Hoffa's face, and his fists gradually clenched. The God of Nightmare bent down slowly, with long golden hair hanging by Hoffa's ear:

"Promise, Hoffa Bach, look around, isn't this the world you love so much, there are still many people waiting for you to save, they were in double pain fifty years ago."

Hoffa gasped, shoulders trembling slightly.

"This is the meaning of being a savior, this is the meaning of transcending the mundane, this is the limit that life can reach." The two are getting closer and closer, and the bright lips of the god of nightmares are almost on Hoffa's ear: " Promise, I will help you, no matter what."

"Haha." Panting, Hoffa stammered and asked, "As long as I promise, will you help me go back to fifty years ago?"

"Yes." The Nightmare God nodded.

"As long as... as long as I promise to go back, will you help me defeat Sylby?"

"Yes, I promise." The corner of the Nightmare God's mouth rose, showing a captivating smile that turned all living beings upside down, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

After panting for a while, on the silent stage, chaotic spotlights hovered over the two people. When looking at Hoffa's face, he tilted his head, showing a trace of contempt on his face—"But, I refuse."

The smile on the face of the Nightmare God disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye: "What?"

"My favorite thing, Hoffa Bach, is to say NO to those who think they are smarter than me." He pushed away the drum kit, stood up, and pushed her back step by step against the blonde woman's face : "Hmph, even as a god, there are corners that cannot be touched. Even if you have watched my heart so many times, you still don't know anything about me."

The blond woman stared wide-eyed, stepped back step by step, and retreated to the corner of the stage, her eyes seemed to be looking at a creature that she never understood.

Seeing the little monster look like a ghost, an extreme pleasure of revenge against the world and fate appeared in Hoffa's chest, which made him extremely happy. He pinched the sharp chin of the god in front of him and picked it up.

"Do you know, what is my biggest gain after being a local tyrant for a month?"

The God of Nightmare didn't answer.

Hoffa whispered in her ear, and said with a chuckle, "When you ask someone to do something, you have to be humble, especially for a noble man like me."

The God of Nightmare's face darkened: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know."

Hoffa let go of his hand, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the theater without looking back: "I'm glad you can come back to me, little monster, it's a great honor to perform with you, but you still have such a good chance to save the world." Leave it to others, as for me, I’ll just eat and wait to die to be a rich second generation, hahahaha.”

As he walked further and further away, the blond woman stood on the empty stage illuminated by spotlights, looked at the boy's back, gritted her teeth and said loudly, "Call me anytime you think about it, and I will help you."

Hoffa raised his arm, made a goodbye gesture, strode over the group of sleeping homeless men, and walked out of the theater.

Outside the theater, the sky has already turned pale, and the long and difficult night is coming to an end. A black extended Rolls Royce as long as a bus drove slowly towards the theater and stopped in front of Hoffa.

He held the handle of the car with a happy face, and opened the door with a click.

But at this moment.

Accompanied by an extremely gorgeous flame, and a mysterious and proud chuckle: "Hmph ha ha ha ha ha ha"

A strong ominous omen surged into his heart, and it was almost dead air that could be smelled with his nose. The smile on Hoffa's face disappeared, and he looked back suddenly.

Boom! !

A dazzling white light shot up from the theater, like a huge flaming skull, directly tore the dome of the whole theater and threw it high into the sky. The rubble crashed into the ground and hit the roof of his luxury car. It was as if someone dropped a high-explosive bomb in the theater he bought, and flames shot out from every corner of the building's windows.

big Bang!

He was shocked.

The driver hired by Rolls-Royce at a high price was very professional. He immediately jumped out of the car, grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and pushed him into the luxury car, "Go, Mr. Bach!"

The strong ominousness became stronger and stronger, he pushed the driver back into the car with his backhand, then slammed the door, and rushed back to the theater at a trot.

Tongues of fire licked past him. Some strange silver light spots fluttered in the theater, the fluorescent spotlights on the top were blown to pieces, the crackling wires dragged in the air, drawing out electric lights, thick smoke billowed in the theater, and flames came from every corner. The tide generally came out.

On the ground there are still countless tramps hypnotized by the God of Nightmare, drug addicts, and punks. They are lying in the flames, each of them holds rolls of pounds in their hands, and their faces still maintain a carnival smile, but there is no There is no intention of getting up to avoid disaster.

"Hello!!"

Hoffa's hairs exploded, his face paled in shock. Thinking of the thousands of lives in his theater, he cast the shield spell without hesitation.

"Wake up!!!"

A huge arc-shaped shield appeared, blocking those who fell asleep on the ground, and he roared loudly, trying to wake them up: "Wake up!"

Streaks of silver light floated out from the mouth of the sleeping man, and flew straight to the center of the stage. At the same time, their bodies were also licked by the flames, generally breaking into pieces. It seems that what is burning is not the flesh, but the paper.

Looking at the flying silver light spots, I saw a man wearing a metal birdcage standing up slowly in the middle of the stage, amidst the billowing thick flames. The boy with his hands crossed, a huge red triangular eye appeared behind him, the man wearing the birdcage turned back and walked into the vertical pupil of the red eye.

"stop!"

The air was as hot as boiling water, and Hoffa was furious. Everything that happened here was under his control. He hadn't thought that someone would dare to smash his place like this. Not only smashed his place, but also wanted to kill everyone present under his protection.

Holding on to his shield, he rushed towards the huge red eye that was shining on the stage, but the red eye spun and disappeared. Together with that strange man, they were swallowed by endless yellow flames, leaving no trace.

When Hoffa rushed to the center of the theater, he didn't see anything except the blond woman who was talking to him just now, lying on the ground, all her clothes were burnt to pieces, and her eyes were closed.

"Hello? Little monster?"

Hoffa shook her body, but as soon as he picked up the almost perfect body, it turned into pieces and dissipated into the air.

"this?"

Boom!

A huge broken wooden beam fell from the bursting ceiling and hit him less than three centimeters away. Countless sparks and scorching charcoal were thrown out, and the fire in the entire theater became more and more intense.

"Damn it!"

He spread his wings behind his back and flew out of the theater, intending to become a thunderbird and call rain to extinguish the flames.

But when he flew into the sky, he saw a red sun rising from the horizon in the distance.

Under that round of sunlight, the magic power surging in his body faded like a tide.

Its daybreak.

A godmother's vulgar words were held in his throat, the wings on his back turned into nothingness, and he fell straight down.