398 Chapter 52, Fit

Looking at the weird and evil boy, the man in green suddenly shouted, "Hey! Who are you?"

The young man was sitting in the mouth of the Shekou, looking at his palm curiously. The words of the man in green turned a deaf ear.

The man in green felt the danger, he stretched out his hand again, and the other hand turned into a huge hook covered with suction cups, and the hook swiped towards the boy in the snake's mouth at lightning speed.

laugh! !

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The serpent's mouth was pierced entirely with hooks.

The young man left Shekou without a sound. He floated above Shekou without any support or wings, just floating in mid-air.

The man in green stared blankly at the boy floating in mid-air, and swallowed his saliva.

Then, the boy disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared above the azure blue Mediterranean Sea. In the sea, several white yachts were shaking, and on the yachts, a dozen young models were sitting around the rich man, Yingyingyanyan.

Suddenly, the rich man was taken aback and took off his sunglasses. Looking at the floating boy in the sky, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Holy shit," he said.

The young models raised their heads, feeling a little dazed for a while.

The boy looked at the sea water below him and waved it casually.

Suddenly, huge waves rose into the sky. A super wave nearly 100 meters high was rolled up, and accompanied by the monstrous waves, the yacht fluctuated wildly at an angle of 60 degrees on the sea.

"ah!!!!"

Terrified screams came and went from the sea.

But those voices were just like mosquitoes and flies in the sky, unable to attract any attention from the young man.

He waved his hand again, and the huge waves hundreds of meters high froze completely in an instant.

It became a huge glacier 100 meters high.

On the yacht at the foot of the iceberg, the rich man immediately knelt in front of this miraculous scene. He kept hugging his shoulders and praying loudly. Shouting loudly: "Caliph! Caliph! Caliph! Caliph!"

Shouting and banging his head on the ground.

The young models at the side knelt down in disorder, followed the rich man, and kept paying homage, kowtowing like pounding garlic, as if they were performing some cult ritual.

But Hoffa didn't know all of this. Hoffa, it should be said that the fusion body fused with the spirit of Miller/Hoffa floated in mid-air, waving his arms for the third time.

Suddenly, the glacier in front of him changed from a transparent block of ice to a 100-meter-high flat mirror in an instant. It is smooth without any protrusions.

The fusion body floats in front of the mirror, looking at the strange but familiar body in the mirror. The body was very well-proportioned, covered with violet lines, the light golden eyes were as sharp as a falcon, but the face was very feminine and handsome, somewhat similar to Miranda's face, which made him feel admiration.

"I seem to be much more handsome than before." The fusion body muttered, he thought of something, touched his face and said happily: "Aya must like me very much, and my sister will also like it very much."

As he said that, his eyes dimmed again, and he murmured: "Unfortunately, my sister won't allow me to play like this anymore, my time is running out. Aya, can we meet again? Will you forgive me? "

In the city of Genoa in the distance, a super giant basilisk unexpectedly gave birth to densely packed tentacles and flew over from the city to the sea. Accompanied by the whistling strange wind, the giant snake slammed into the huge mirror on the sea with unstoppable courage.

The fusion body raised its hand in front of the mirror and said without looking back, "Has your mother ever taught you not to disturb others when they look in the mirror?"

In the finger, a wave of extremely strong magic power was condensed, and that magic power sucked out all the air in all directions, making the whole sky fall into silence. In the vacuum, the flying snake opened its bloody mouth to the fusion body that was only one-tenth the size of its scales.

Then, with a silent sonic boom, the Fusion placed its hand on the snake's nose. The air cannon exploded.

The ocean was directly separated under the huge air pressure, and with the incomparable impact force, the 100-meter-long giant snake flew back and crashed into the city of Genoa with a bang, overwhelming all the buildings in the city. In an instant, it was smashed into a mess and turned into complete ruins.

"Hah!!"

Accompanied by the giant snake's earth-shattering roar, it flapped its wings again and flew up. At this moment, it has completely mutated, the snake body is occupied by some kind of flying tentacles and messy feet, and its head has changed from one to three, and it flaps its wings. The size rapidly increased, and with the flying of the giant snake, the city under it returned to its original shape again. Then, the giant snake coiled in the sky, wrapping the fusion body in front of the mirror.

Such a scene is comparable to the appearance of the battle of the gods in the myth. The mortals on the yacht could no longer bear this terrifying mental coercion. They just looked up and turned into stone sculptures, frozen in place.

This time, it didn't attack the fusion body, but stared at the fusion body with those extremely ferocious yellow vertical pupils. There was a certain kind of destructive oppression in the eyes.

Facing the gaze of the huge basilisk, the fusion body finally stopped looking in the mirror, and he stared back without dodging or avoiding.

glance.

Unimaginable spiritual power collided silently.

The scales on the giant snake's body exploded together, and two of the three heads also exploded. It howled wildly in the sky, and the flesh and scales on its body fell like raindrops, causing an uproar in the sea.

The fusion body sneered, he raised his hand again and pointed, countless huge meteorites fell from the sky, one after another, one after another, hundreds of giant meteorites bombarded in turn, leveling the entire city continuously. Of course, that city regenerates within a short period of time after each meteorite is leveled.

However, the city will be reborn, and the meteorite will never end. Accompanied by the bombing, magma was flowing, thick smoke and miasma filled the air, creating a terrifying scene of annihilation.

The fused body carefully admired its own face in front of the mirror, looking at the city that was constantly recovering and destroying from the corner of the eye, and asked, "How many times can you recover? I can play with you several times like this." What about the month?"

The blood-soaking giant roared in the sky with its only remaining head.

"Who are you?"

"who I am?"

The fusion body in front of the mirror froze for a moment, as if it had just realized this problem.

"I am. Hoffa Goshack?"

Saying that, the fusion body said to itself and shook his head: It's so boring, it's called

Miller Bach doesn't seem to be interesting either.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Floating in the air, he laughed and said, "Hey, Big Snake, the name is not that important to a super strong like me. However, for the sake of entertainment, you can call me Mihawk."

"Mihawk?"

"ah."

"Look at my eyes, do they look like eagles?" The fusion body lowered its eyelids.

Subconsciously glanced at the strange golden eyes, the big snake was hit by the powerful mental torrent again, and the only remaining head also completely burst in the air.

At this point, it completely lost its snake form and turned into a bigger, uglier, and twisted version of the Nightmare God. Continuously twisting and howling in the sky, making an inhuman sound.

The fusion body had a grim expression, and he stretched out his hand. Amid the unpretentious but terrifying fluctuations of magic power, a giant magic lightsaber made entirely of magic power appeared in his palm.

"Goodbye."

He lightly waved the ultra-long magic sword in his hand.

Accompanied by an unparalleled spiritual and magical impact, the entire city of Genoa was hit by a wave of swords and completely wiped out.

The gunpowder smoke diffused, and Hoffa slowly opened his eyes. He found himself sitting cross-legged outside the ancient city of Genoa, with the howling and lonely wind blowing over his head, dust sweeping across his face, and the color of the sky was dim and yellow. Where can I see the blue sky, everything is so gray.

There was a soft touch in his hand, which made him lower his head subconsciously. It turned out that he was kneeling on the ground, hugging someone. Bury your head on his shoulder. And the man hugged him too, while burying his head on his shoulder.

They hugged each other like this, kneeling on each other, their postures were strange.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Hoffa realized what had just happened. He jumped up, and the man who knelt with him jumped up too, synchronized like the most skilled ballet partners.

Hoffa and Miller got up and shoved each other away, standing where they were. At the same time, after looking at the deserted and dilapidated city in front of them, they stared at each other again.

With just one glance, they immediately took a step back in unison.

Everything that happened just now is still vivid in their minds, but after the fusion state is released, neither of them wants to recall what happened just now, that kind of memory is completely connected, that kind of emotion is completely fused, and that feeling of privacy being completely exposed to each other.

"just."

"just."

Hoffa and Miller spoke at the same time, only to find that they said the same thing.

"You are not allowed to speak out!"

"You are not allowed to speak out!"

(still the same.)

"forget it!"

"forget it!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

The two screamed while covering their heads.

"Bastard, don't imitate me!"

"Bastard, don't imitate me!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

Outside the deserted and lonely ancient city, the screams of the two echoed in unison.

I don't know how long it took before Hoffa and Miller broke away from that terrible state of resonance at the same frequency. They walked in the deserted and dilapidated city, deliberately keeping their footsteps out of sync with each other.

Where is the beauty in the illusion in Genoa at this moment? There is only thick dust and ground on the streets. The windows and glass of the storefronts creaked and creaked tiredly under the strong wind, and the cars on the street had been abandoned for many years, just like a western town after gold disappeared for more than a hundred years, empty and desolate.

The two walked in the city in silence, but each had their own ghosts in their minds. Hoffa couldn't help but ruminate over the memories and emotions he had observed. The more they resembled, the more itchy he felt. That kind of extremely complex emotions overlapped together, and the taste in it was simply not enough for outsiders to describe.

As he walked, he took a peek at Miller, who followed behind him in a daze, as if he was also thinking about something. But after Hoffa glanced at him, he immediately jumped into a rage, jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing! Don't look or think about it, do your damn mission! "

Hoffa retracted his eyes silently, he was sure that Miller was definitely thinking wildly. What did Miller see?

Has he seen the scene fifty years later, has he seen the 6,000 cycles? Hoffa is not sure. If all 6,000 cycles are added together, it is probably enough to burst a person's head.

A pile of corpses stopped the two of them.

They came to a cathedral, the door of the church was tightly sealed, and near the side door, there were a large number of black dry corpses piled up. These mummies were disembowelled, just like mummies whose internal organs were removed in ancient Egypt. They are piled up in disorder, in tens of thousands, filling a whole street.

Looking at the dense group of corpses, Hoffa gradually recovered from the fusion of mind and heart, and his mood became extremely heavy.

If even he and Miller entered the illusion without knowing it, then other people who came here might also enter the illusion, but what awaited them was the fate of being deprived of their hearts.

"Burn them." Hoffa ordered with a blank expression.

Miller silently opened his arms in the ruined city, and fierce flames spewed out from his palms, sweeping across the entire street. Burn these unnamed corpses to ashes.

In the billowing smoke, Hoffa murmured: "Silby, is this what you want? Oh, but why would you care? You didn't do these things yourself, so what does it have to do with you? You must be for some great idea, concept. But, how can you pay attention to these ants?"

Half an hour later, Fiendfire burned the body clean, and a small-looking doorway appeared on the burned white street.

This was supposed to be the side door of the church, blocked by randomly discarded corpses.

"I think we found them." Miller said: "There are traces of magical protection in it."

"Ah, let's go." Hoffa said lightly.

He took Miller's hand, and the two ghosted together and disappeared into the real world. After quietly passing through layers of magic traps and physical traps, they came to a magnificent hall.

In the hall stands a huge statue of the Nightmare God, under the statue. Countless iron beds are densely suspended, just like the suspension in the underground parking lot of the future shopping mall, from the dim dome to the dark ground, there are hundreds of them.

Hoffa quietly walked past the iron bed. These old men on the iron bed were the same as those he had seen in the New York hospital. Thin and wizened, physically connected with world blood and thinner, intoxicated in the world of dreams.

Not far away, some guys in black robes were walking past the old man with boxes, checking them one by one. There is no doubt that those boxes contained the very organs intended for replacement.

While changing, the men in black robes were still whispering: "We should find a way to get people like the Order of the Phoenix to order this stuff."

"It's not easy, could a wizard like Dumbledore be fooled?"

"How do you know if you don't try it? The Dark Lord is very happy to use it."

"Shh you're crazy, be careful."

"What are you afraid of? I've checked it, and I'm sleeping soundly. Believe me, as long as those guys from the Order of the Phoenix come, we're close to the apex of this world."

Hoffa leaned against the wall and listened for a while, then, without disturbing the Death Eaters who were replacing their organs, he went straight to the statue of the Nightmare God. Under the statue, a man in a green robe was tightly holding a bottle of lavender blood of the world, leaning on the chair, with his head sideways, sound asleep.

Hoffa and Miller approach the man.

Miller looked at his face and said with emotion: "It's really Riddle. I haven't seen him for a long time. Why is his face like this? Was it burned?"

Hoffa bent down, patted Tom's burnt-looking face, and shouted in his ear, "Hey, old classmate, it's dawn."