415 69, Kiss of Death

The Nightmare God's mental force field has almost completely dissipated.

The morale of the wizards has completely bottomed out after seeing Hofferbach being crucified and seeing the miracle disappear.

At this time, even the bravest wizard has been unable to raise the idea of ​​resistance. The only thing they can do is shrink, shrink, shrink. Or run away desperately, but where can you escape?

The whole world has turned into a huge crucible.

Everyone turned into materials, writhing and howling inside, but they couldn't escape this terrifying Shura field.

Hofbach was nailed to a cross and hung upside down in the sky, looking at the crumbling and broken castle in the distance, looking at the vulnerable shield above the castle, and watching countless wizards die in wailing.

Biting spells and roaring magic roared past him, and Sylby laughed wildly over Hogwarts Castle, just as he had done before, except that Hoffa was without Tom Riddle , There is no more moment of sudden inspiration.

Now, is there any way to stop this man?

"Is there any way to kill him?"

he murmured.

"ah"

"There is always a way"

"It's just up to you if you want to"

Hoffa in the future time said to himself.

At this moment, Hoffa has seen from time, he can no longer see the future one day later, and he can't see himself one day later.

At this moment, he saw his end point for the first time in his life, and at this moment, he heard the light thunderbird call from his heart again. He returned to that once dreamland.

In the dream, he was sailing alone in a small boat on the rough sea, the waves wet his face, and the wind blew his hair. The sea is dark and dense, with no direction, no compass, and no companions, except for a small ptarmigan on the bow.

Thunderbird brought him back to this world, took him into adventures, brought him to the end of fate, and also brought him to the place where there is a glimmer of light.

This is the only gleam of light in the sea.

He stretched out his hand and held the shimmer of light in his palm.

At this moment, countless memories flooded through his mind.

He thought of the first time in the first grade when he turned into a thunderbird and flew through the sky, free and easy. I want to see the first time that the second grade is desperate for others, and the stars are holding the moon. He thought of witnessing the death of an important person for the first time in the third grade, and it hurt his heart. Think of the crazy and long time travel, think of the unforgettable reincarnation and detachment, think of the day and night work in the nightmare

Eventually, he thought of Aglea. That long silver hair rippling in the air, those blue ghostly eyes. I thought of the mouthwashing teacup with the moving troll printed on it, the psychedelic experience of walking through the castle alone with a magic wand on Christmas Eve, and the loose ends of the girl in the black lake.

He also thought of Miranda, thinking of her quietly reading a book on the train and gently helping him fold his clothes. I thought of riding through the streets and alleys together on a small motorcycle, thought of sitting on a small boat, and slid my fingers across the cold black lake, and thought of the elongated light strip on the ceiling of the double room in the hotel. Dreamy and gentle.

Those blazing, naive, gloomy, painful, crazy, romantic, desperate youth, and even those seemingly boring, seemingly boring daily life, all turned into a free and easy swaying in the wind at this moment.

A nameless emotion was born from the bottom of his heart.

It was a kind of fluctuation, a kind of eternal fluctuation.

He shook his head and smiled.

At this moment, no one can stop him.

"forgive me."

he said softly.

Blood flowed from the mouth of the upside-down Hoffa, over his broken face, and over his skull-baring head, and the burning pain in the wound told him that he was still alive.

The arm is deformed.

Accompanied by blood.

He chopped off his own foot and fell from the cross to the ground.

The flames were burning and swaying on the ground, like a fiery dancing elf, happily licking his skin, welcoming the Holy Son who descended from the sky. The broken Hoffa dragged his body forward with the remaining palms.

Bit by bit, bit by bit.

Slow, determined, unstoppable.

Finally, he crawled to the remnant of the Nightmare God, whom Silby had casually abandoned.

The remains lie in the filth that is like the dark side of this world.

Dirty and stinky, disgusting, people can't avoid it.

However, Hoffa looked at the remnant of the strange little octopus on the ground, stretched out his hand gently, and held it in his palm bit by bit. Ice-cold and extremely thick purple-black blood flowed down from its body. Hoffa, whose face was covered with blood, looked at the dim stars in the blood, and slowly closed his eyes, whispering in the violent wind.

"World oh world"

"World oh world"

"How many times, in your torment, have you lost sleep at night."

"How many times have I sought relief in the agony."

"How many times, in my unforgettable heart, I want to forget."

"World, world

"How many nights have you thought about the mistakes you made?"

"How many nights, I miss your dazzling fireworks."

"World oh world"

"You treat me like a nightmare reality, but I am still"

He knelt on the ground, held up the remnant body in his hands, and said in an elegant and solemn voice: "I love you as before."

After finishing speaking, Hoffa suddenly lowered his head, biting heavily on the stump.

Thick and thick purple-black blood spattered out.

Cold blood flowed into his mouth.

Like the thickest mercury.

He closed his eyes and stood up a little bit.

then.

He swayed and disappeared.

The outer walls of Hogwarts had already collapsed under the influence of spells and magic. Sylby was flying happily in the sky, enjoying a moment of freedom. He had enjoyed this short moment five years ago. But that short moment was stopped by a guy who didn't know how to live or die. Now, after five years of painstaking efforts, after careful calculations and deduction, he finally returned to this place, and this time, no one can stop him.

Even he himself couldn't think of how he could be stopped.

peak.

close at hand.

He landed in front of the intact main building of Hogwarts, looking at the large group of wizards gathered in front of the main building like bereaved dogs. Raise your arms, ready for an unprecedented super magic to burn these weeds instantly.

However.

A lithe figure emerged from the void and shadows.

Hugged him hard.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Sylby froze when he saw Hoffa hanging on his body.

This picture seems familiar.

only.

This time there is no Tom Riddle, even if there is, he is no longer afraid. The curse of Slytherin has been completely broken by him, as the greatest wizard, he will never fall twice in the same place.

He originally planned to make fun of Hoffa, but Sylby thought of the past, and the sarcasm was forced back. Because he felt the power in the dark, the wheel of history began to repeat at this moment, but it was not a simple repetition.

What on earth is he trying to do?

Even Sylby wondered, what is this guy going to do?

All thoughts just flowed through his head like lightning.

Then Hoffa held Sylby's head violently, and kissed Sylby's mouth fiercely in the most ferocious way! !

At this moment, even a wizard like Sylby was caught off guard!

At this moment, even a peerless powerhouse who has experienced hundreds of battles and thousands of years can't imagine it!

At this moment, even the half-human king, who is considered exhaustive, could not have imagined that things would develop to this point!

At this moment, all the remaining wizards on the battlefield were attracted by this weird and crazy scene. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, all wizards lost their thinking in front of this scene.

The broken boy who was almost only half of his body hugged the other boy tightly, cheek to cheek, mouth to mouth. It's like a long-lost couple.

But the danger is like the deadliest love, only those who have experienced it will understand.

Cold and thick blood flowed from the tip of Hoffa's tongue into Sylby's mouth, and flowed down his throat.

It wasn't until this moment that the half-human king understood what had happened.

It's just that the moment he understood it was already too late.

Lip points.

He saw the scorching eyes of the young man, the blazing torch-like light was burning blazingly. He smiled slightly, and opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of purple-black teeth, which are fatal and dangerous, the blood of the world! The pure power flowing from the ancient gods has not been diluted at all! !

Accompanied by that stern and elegant smile, Sylby's spirit was shaken. At this moment, their spirits came to the universe, to a place far away from all human beings.

Hoffa's hair started dancing wildly! Dancing wildly with his hair and this planet, and the indescribable, indescribable existence that stretches across the universe behind the planet.

The gigantic planet-like Nightmare God's tentacles danced in perfect sync with the crippled boy's hair, and they both spoke at the same time, saying, "Welcome to—the melting pot of the world—!!"