417 Chapter 71, the Echo of the Apex

Leaving from the field full of earthy fragrance, Hoffa followed Chloe all the way to a huge city, a huge research base, a cold outer space, and a huge spaceship, which is similar to a super floating city. same spaceship.

Chloe led him to the center of the spaceship, where there was a huge pool in which a super brain with a diameter of nearly a kilometer was soaked. Thick blood vessels are intertwined on the surface of the brain, and purple nutrient solution flows inside. Countless electrodes connect the brain and its surrounding electronic components. Under the electronic components, there are densely overlapping magic circles.

Hoffa ignored the gigantic minds, cutting-edge technology, and wicked magic.

He searched all the way around the pool, and finally, at the bottom of the pool, he saw a small face, a face so small that he could hardly see it.

That little face was still muttering incessantly: "I am change. I am change."

Hoffa looked at the wriggling giant brain, and the small, almost invisible face under the brain, and his heart twitched violently. Endless years, how many times I saw the same face, how many times I heard the same name.

"Sylby, Sylby...?" He called softly, "Let's go. Take you home and take you to your hometown."

But that face no longer remembers his name, or what his hometown is. Perhaps the perishable existence of the name and the fragile existence of the hometown have long been washed away by uncertainty in the first place. There are too many names, and the universe is too big. What is the importance of those insignificant things?

"Change. I Am. Change Change I Am. Apex"

Looking at his appearance, Hoffa couldn't help but lose his mind, it was the soul lost in the world, it was the certainty of turning to the opposite, it was the ablated self.

"Sylby, Sylby POWER didn't get you through"

Hoffa closed his eyes, and he stroked the little face, sighing softly.

Feeling something on the human face, he stopped whispering in Hoffa's hands, staring blankly at the void. Suddenly, his brain swelled crazily, writhing and expanding, breaking away from the electrodes, those electronic components, and those stacking methods. The formation, of course, also includes the small invisible face. They were swallowed by the ever-expanding brain and disappeared without a trace.

On the brain, dots of light lit up one by one, they were like eyes, blinking non-stop. During the expansion, a mouth grew out of that wriggling brain.

"You've already won, judging from the results. It turns out that you are the winner. Hofbach, unbelievable, unbelievable. I thought Sylby had persisted long enough. He was better than all the previous trials. It takes a thousand times longer, ten thousand times, a hundred million times longer, but then... my God. You are still there, as if nothing happened. It's amazing"

Hoffa knew it.

The embodiment of cosmic uncertainty.

God of nightmares.

"Stop bragging, Nightmare, I'm dying too."

Hoffe said in a cold tone.

"Of course, Hofferbach, of course."

The God of Nightmare squirmed frantically and excitedly, his eyeballs zoomed rapidly around Hoffa's face, and he whispered eeriely: "That blood is not for mortals to drink, Hoffabach, you have a hundred ways to use it, you have one There are a thousand ways to control the world, and you have ten thousand ways to control the unknown, but you only need to make one mistake, just one time, and I will find you, catch you, and finally throw you off.”

"And then." Hoffa asked, "Are you going to find the next victim?"

"Victim, no, no, hahahaha~ You are my masters."

The God of Nightmare burst into tears with excitement, and he said: "Without human beings, how can I get rid of this endless loneliness, but you are right, there is the next one, and the next one, the next one, the next one, Never ending. Never ending."

"It's too powerful, god."

Hoffa said with gloomy eyes: "You are immortal, but people are mortal. Look, how fragile I am now."

"Yeah, so fragile, so beautiful. But also so tenacious, so foul-smelling. Time and time again, it makes me feel uncomfortable." The god said in a dreamy voice.

"I'm really curious, Hofbach, how did you manage to get through it. Even top wizards can fall into the vortex of madness. As an ordinary human being, after going through such a long and distorted time, you can still maintain it until now. Sensible. How on earth did you do it?"

Hoffa didn't answer the question of the God of Nightmare. He looked at the void and murmured: "God, god, I think time has a better direction. Ordinary people really can't bear it. What do you think? One, stop here."

The God of Nightmares laughed disdainfully: "Are you kidding me? The world always has its opposite side. There is both positive and negative side." It pointed at Chloe and said, "Even I have my own negative side, why not?"

As he said that, the face of the God of Nightmare changed drastically. It stared at Hoffa, as if it had been said somewhere.

Hoffa put a faint smile on his face: "Did you guess it?"

The god of nightmares turned into petrification, and that boiling brain actually stopped expanding.

"I have to make you feel wronged."

Hoffa said, he pulled out a branch from his arms and pointed it at the God of Nightmares. In his palm, the small letter Chloe carved was dazzling red.

boom! !

Brain shattered.

A huge uncertain, seething, unpredictable monster crawled out of the mind, and it roared to escape from this place.

But the froth of claws and claws, the boiling restless fantasy, and the violent madness, after touching the tip of the magic wand, they were held tightly by the small branch and gnawed away.

The god of nightmares cursed: "

Burn you!

Burn you!

Burn you!

Burn you! "

The mad curse of the Nightmare God.

At last the curse turned into whispered entreaties and cries.

burn you.

burn you.

burn you.

burn to death

burn.don't.

don't. please. please

Please, my lord.

please.

Hoffa didn't have any fluctuations. He stood on the ground and held his wand flat until the last fragment of the Nightmare God was sucked into the wand. The seal at the end of it became as bright as fresh red as blood.

"Leave the opposite side to the story, to the imagination."

he muttered. With that, he threw away his wand like he would throw away some trash.

On the edge of the floating city in the sky, Chloe and Hoffa are sitting high in the space. Chloe swings her legs, leans happily on the railing, and says relaxed and freehand:

"It's almost over here, the Nightmare God is re-sealed, the influence of the Half-Man King will be cleared soon, I think, the magic and illusion will return. Hoffa, you did it. I can't believe it, I really I can't believe it. You are really, my wife, amazing."

Hoffa smiled bitterly. He leaned on the railing and shook his head.

Is it great? The hardships and hardships involved are only understood by himself.

"Hoffa, although many years have passed, I still remember what you said to me at that time." Chloe said, looking at the white clouds and planets under her feet.

Hoffa is light.

Chloe looked at Hoffa and said seriously: "That is to say, if one day, if we can rest, we can stay away from this endless conflict, and we can leave this turbulent place. You will open a small shop, and I will Open a church next door."

Hoffa thought of what he had said, why: "Chloe, I don't have time anymore."

"Given the chance, Hoffa will make this wish come true, right? After all, Hoffa is a man of his word."

"If there is a chance, I will definitely." Hoffa sighed: "If there is a chance."

"It's enough for me to have you, hehe."

Chloe smiled happily. She stretched out her finger and pointed at the golden fireball on the edge of the world: "Look, the sun is coming out."

"Um."

"Hoffa is waking up too, many people outside are looking for you."

"Goodbye, Chloe."

"Goodbye, Hoffa."