Chapter 91 24, The Second Martyr

Just a hop onto the street.

In the sky, a hundred flowers sing together. Countless soaring cannons rose from nowhere, and they all exploded in the air.

With the explosion, all the balconies were suddenly filled with people, cheering and shouting.

Immediately afterwards, rumbling footsteps came from behind Hoffa.

a corner.

Two corners.

Three corners.

Suddenly, a large black crowd appeared. They ran like rabbits chased by dogs, and then there were a few stragglers who ran desperately.

Moo! !

With a menacing cry, a group of extremely strong bulls rushed towards Hoffa, driving hundreds of people from the streets and alleys.

They soared into the air, shaking their heads up and down, and the running figures disappeared around the corner in an instant. It rushed into the street like a locomotive.

One fell to the ground, rolled into the ditch, and lay motionless. But the herd ignored him and just rushed forward. Running in droves.

At this moment, banners were pulled up among the wooden posts, and countless men and women squeezed behind the railings, shouting wildly with wine glasses.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that several killers rushed over outside the guardrail crowd, and the crowd of onlookers couldn't stop them in the slightest.

They are as determined as a rock, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

Seeing the three men who were chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed towards the rushing crowd, he wanted to use the running bulls and the crowd to throw off the killer.

At this moment, more and more people poured out of the streets and alleys. They pushed each other down the street and rushed to the bullring, and the atmosphere became more and more frenzied.

In sight, Hoffa saw a raging bull catch up to the crowd, knocking down seven or eight people in an instant.

Although Hoffa was already mentally prepared, he was still frightened by this shocking scene.

He doesn't know who invented this crazy sport, but he's racing right now into the running crowd.

At this moment, the voices of the surrounding Spaniards began to become terrified, because in their sight, when everyone was being chased by bulls and running wildly, there was a young man with a man behind him who was running against the bullock without dodging or evading. The crowd rushed up.

What are you doing?

Are you courting death?

Beside, some men shouted anxiously, and some women screamed and covered their eyes.

Hoffa turned a deaf ear, he aimed at the killer outside the crowd with one eye, and looked at the dark crowd with the other.

near.

closer!

He had a panoramic view of the fear on the faces of those running strong men, and he could clearly see the tendons on those African bulls. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and he could hear his heart beating vigorously.

He could taste the salty taste of the sweat dripping from his brow. The speed seems to be extremely slow, but it is indescribably fast.

10 meters away

5 meters

1 meter

boom!

Behind them, the three pursuers smashed the wooden fence, raised their pistols without hesitation, and aimed at Hoffa.

bang bang bang! !

The gunshot just rang out.

Hoffa ran head-on into the tidal wave of cattle and crowds, and disappeared into the material world.

The three killers were unable to dodge in time, and were directly swallowed by the crowd and cattle.

Hoffa heard the howling air, and a gray figure flickered past quickly in his eyes.

The ghost walk ended, and Hoffa emerged from the end of the crowd. In front of it is a wide inner city river. There are some wooden piles and boats standing in the river.

He ran without stopping. He jumped a few times, stepped on the wooden stakes in the river, jumped into the boat sometimes, and sometimes clung to the wooden stakes. Finally, he stepped on two bluestones in the river and jumped high. , grabbed the stone edge on the other side of the river with one hand, and climbed up to the other side.

The hustle and bustle stopped.

They came to the other side of the city and entered the old city full of red walls and orange tiles. Since everyone ran to watch the bullfight, this old city seemed extremely quiet.

Hoffa's chest rose and fell, and he turned around panting. At this moment, the sound of the frantic running of the bulls was barely audible, and the three men who were chasing and killing him were nowhere to be seen.

The two stood on the bank of the river, looking at the flowing river, and Sylby suddenly said with emotion: "I want to give you more money. There is no doubt that my salary is too little for you."

"Do not talk nonsense."

Hoffa said coldly, not at all happy, the ubiquitous sense of oppression has not disappeared, and his mental force field still cannot extend too far in this city.

A thick cloud of smoke rose in the distance, and rows of transport planes circled continuously in the air.

"Is it okay not to go to the station?" After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "I can send you back from other places, by boat or by plane, it doesn't matter."

Sylby nodded, then shook his head again, "Let's have a look, and then make a decision, after all, it's not my business alone."

Half an hour later, the stealthy Hoffa took Silby through the old town and arrived at the end of the journey.

Sants station in Barcelona.

Hoffa slowed down.

He was horrified by the sight in front of him.

I saw dilapidated buildings everywhere, the ground was full of glass shards and stones, some corpses were hanging from high places inexplicably, some were wrapped around broken antennas, and electric sparks were crackling and shining on their bodies.

Some people were directly smashed into the wall by the huge force, and their bodies were twisted.

Dozens of vehicles were knocked to the ground, and the bodies of countless soldiers fell to the ground. There are the German army, the Western army, and some German wizards and construction wizards who can't see their true colors.

Hoffa bent down and picked up a broken stick, a broken wand.

And the owner of the wand was hanging lifelessly on the barrel of a tank at this moment.

confusion.

Extreme chaos.

There is no doubt that a terrible battle has just taken place here. Hoffa shook his head to wake himself from the shock.

Must go.

Stealthily, Hoffa strode through the billowing smoke. Trying to leave this land of right and wrong.

But just after passing through the smoke, the next scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick.

There is a mountain in front of him, a hillside made of corpses. The corpses were all dressed in black suits, exposing black joints that shone with metallic light.

Osylvia.

At this moment, she was standing alone in the sea of ​​corpses nearly ten meters high, presenting a half-human, half-snake state. Her huge snake tail was covered with scars and blood, and nearly half of the scales had fallen off.

There are still a large number of Muggle soldiers and the corpses of ordinary women and children on the ground. Blood flowed everywhere, and its appearance was horrible.

Osilvia saw Hoffa, and she turned her head. In his usually green eyes, a faint red light began to appear.

"What the hell happened!?"

Hoffa was horrified. Could it be that Osilvia has been slaughtering these people?

She didn't answer, just clutched her bloody arm, and slowly slid down from the mountain of corpses.

The huge body of more than three meters high looked down at Sylby, and asked hoarsely and coldly: "Where is the key?"

Sylby shook his head, looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood around him.

"One of these people may be my family's support, but you have already killed them."

Osilvia bent down, reached out and lifted Silby from Hoffa's back, and raised it high: "I didn't kill them, where is the key?"

While she was speaking, several transport planes circled in the sky.

Countless figures jumped off the plane,

It fell to the ground with a bang, firmly surrounded the station, and raised its head.

Everyone's eyes are like torches, hot and bright.

They surrounded Hoffa and Osilvia step by step.

Hoffa turned his head anxiously: "We should go!"

Osilvia didn't seem to notice, her voice was as cold as iron: "Hand it over."

Sylby shook his head with a sarcasm: "You give up, I won't let anyone into the library."

"Let's go!" Hoffa looked at the figures that were getting closer and shouted, "What are you dawdling about?"

Osilvia: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"Your father died to keep a secret, do you think I will be afraid of death?" Sylby said lightly.

After he finished speaking, a road slowly parted among the red-eyed crowd around him, and the man wearing the golden crown appeared at the train station. He raised a black gun and pointed it at Silby in the middle of the crowd.

Following his movements, everyone around them raised their guns in unison.

Osilvia turned her head and stared fixedly at the man with the crown in the crowd, the hatred in her eyes was almost overwhelming.

Snapped! ! !

Her face suddenly tilted to one side, and there were five bright red finger marks on it. Hoffa jumped up high, and slapped the senior sister hard on the face: "You are crazy!"

He grabbed Osivia's collar suddenly: "Or you can't understand human language, so you can't talk about it in another place?"

Osilvia covered her face and looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but her red eyes slowly recovered.

At this moment, all the guns around opened fire.

She grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and amidst the violent fluctuations in magic power, Hoffa felt his whole body being squeezed into a rubber tube, and a terrible sense of suffocation struck. A few peeled pieces whizzed past his ears.

In the next second, the squeezing feeling disappeared.

Huge gusts of salty air rushed into Hoffa's nose.

When he opened his eyes again, Osilvia took him to the beach in Barcelona, ​​away from the city.

The sea breeze blows here, and the sea is dotted with patches of white sails. Seagulls are singing in the sky, and the blue water is surging on the white sandy beach.

The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, in stark contrast to the previous frantic chaos.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, panting, his heart pounding, and he touched his forehead.

It's all cold sweat.

The thick smoke rising from the city of Barcelona can be seen in the distance, who would have imagined what kind of madness that city is going through.

This woman, Osilvia, is really crazy.

He looked sideways at the witch, she was looking at him blankly at the moment, Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

It was a mixture of distraught depression and helplessness, and utter bewilderment.

"Forget it, it's over." Hoffa sighed, "Let's go back to London first."

He grabbed Sylby's arm over his shoulder and tried to put him back on the ground.

However, at this time. There was warmth on his shoulders. The warmth soaked through his clothes.

Hoffa felt something was wrong.

When he turned his head, Sylby on his back was looking at him with a smile. Big streams of blood spilled out of his mouth.

An ominous premonition enveloped Hoffa like a tide.

Shocked, he decisively placed Sylby on the beach, and leaned over to have a look.

Sylby's back was full of bullet holes.

The bullet holes were so dense that he was completely smashed into a sieve.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, almost out of breath. Looking at his hands, the blood on the back of his hands was glaring and glaring. He took two steps back, feeling dizzy.

when did it happen?

A moment of Apparition?

As if he remembered something, he quickly squatted down and grabbed Sylby.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Sylby shook his head twice, staring straight at Hoffa: "Thank you."

Then, his body brushed Hoffa's arm, and he fell to the beach with a thump, eyes wide open.

Blood flowed out from under his body, mixed with the sea tide, surging among the sea water.

For a long time, Hoffa forgot to speak.