342 64, the Longest Second

"You want to know what the future holds?"

The God of Nightmare pointed his finger on Hoffa's forehead, "This is the result of my deduction, whether you agree or not, it's the same."

Water waves rippled along his forehead.

Everything in front of me disappeared.

Grindelwald, Voldemort, Wormtail, Nicolas May, the maze, the resurrection pool, the world on fire, and Harry Potter in front of you.

Hoffa entered a strange state, like a lucid dream.

He became the third person, the body from which the soul drifted away.

However, his body did not die. When he closed and opened his eyes, another existence entered his body, and that familiar yet unfamiliar body moved by itself.

Consciousness resumes flowing.

"It's over, Hoffa, you'll never be my match until you become like me."

Grindelwald sighed, looking at his students in front of him, his expression was either happy or sad.

"I have to admit that you are different from other people I have seen. It is because of your presence that my lonely life is brightened and I am not so boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can do A pair of harmonious teachers and students."

"Why are you talking so much to him?"

Voldemort lay on the ground, laughing heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you are dead, hahahahahaha. This time, you will definitely lose, just accept your fate."

"farewell."

Countless visions of Grindelwald said.

They stretched out their hands in unison, and everyone's arm grew into a tentacle. The tentacles were very sharp and there were thousands of them. If Hoffa was stabbed, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows and could never be repaired.

"Run! Fool!"

Aglea's spirit yelled from him.

"let's go"

Nicole Flamel said hoarsely in his arms: "There is nothing to be done. You. You. You must survive."

But when Hoffa raised his head, his whole person had changed.

Like a dance, he took light steps and avoided attacks from all directions. Countless tentacles of Grindelwald's phantom passed by him, but failed to touch a single bit of his body.

The meteorite summoned by Miller was pointed by him one second before it hit him, turned into countless flowers, and burst on the maze arena.

And Naniji, who was biting him, turned into a toy balloon at the moment of biting him, and fell to the ground with a slap, and bounced a few times, which was very funny.

Hoffa, who was in a soul state, looked at all this in astonishment. It was impossible for him to do all of this, at least he couldn't walk around the courtyard like the God of Nightmare, leisurely, very elegant, and even full of rhythm and rhythm. .

From a certain point of view, it seems that he is the real master of that body.

Then, with one eye and one hand, he swayed lightly in front of Grindelwald, and pointed lightly.

The astonished Grindelwald swelled up.

His body was elongated and twisted like a blown balloon, and finally turned into a transparent and colorful dragon with a length of hundreds of meters. Bubbles bubbled from the dragon's body, and it had no specific shape.

The one-armed Hoffa pressed the head of the Void Dragon, his expression was calm, without any emotion, and he whispered: "That's it."

Aglaia laughed desperately, unable to be herself in sorrow.

"It was you fifty years ago, and you will still be you fifty years later." The Dragon of Nothingness said in the hands of the God of Nightmares: "But it is too late, you are not the opponent of Death, my people have already opened the way to The gate of Helheim, soon, the cold wind of the mysterious death realm will blow through every corner of the earth, and no one will survive."

"You can't kill everyone, they will reproduce again." The God of Nightmare said without joy or sadness.

"Then see who is faster."

The Void Dragon sneered, "Whether the world will be destroyed sooner, or fate will be restored sooner."

Then, there was a sudden explosion.

Something has collapsed.

Endless white light poured in from the sky, it was the opened gate of the underworld, the cold wind blew the earth, tens of thousands of people on the audience stage were blown by the cold wind, and their fleshy bodies were smashed into pieces like paper.

Looking at all this, Hoffa felt a sense of alienation in his heart.

Six thousand times of reincarnation made all of this extremely familiar, and even without the help of the God of Nightmare, he deduced the future outcome by himself.

It turned out that all of this had already happened.

Seeing the cold wind engulfing the earth, the "Hoffa" holding the Void Dragon also swelled up, stretched and twisted infinitely.

In the end, the God of Nightmares returned to his original appearance. It was huge, with countless arms, and its lower body was covered with jellyfish-like tentacles. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, and it had no nose or mouth. Every hair on the head is a tentacles that are hundreds of meters long, only the eyes that are as huge as a lake project endless reincarnation and void.

It starts to dance.

Such a huge body is still extremely light, spinning, and leaping. Every time he rotated, someone fell into a deep sleep, and every time he took a step, Grindelwald's expression became more painful.

Finally, he covered his head and roared wildly.

The dance continued, and the God of Nightmare waved his endless arms, growing countless scary or kind faces, spinning, jumping, faster and faster, and smaller and smaller.

As Grindelwald roared, more people climbed up silently. They spontaneously raised their wands and repaired the damaged venue. The collapsed high platform was erected again. He picked it up silently.

As time passed, the God of Nightmare's body became smaller and smaller, and it gradually turned into a black ring that resembled a black hole. There were circles of arms around the ring, and those arms fiddled and manipulated lightly. Consciousness and memory are ten thousand times better than the most brilliant puppet curse.

But Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew that it was taking him back to the starting point of all causes and effects.

The destroyed Quebec Stadium was restored, and the crowd carried the corpses and threw them into the Black Lake. Then spread out in all directions.

The God of Nightmare grabbed the Dragon of Nothingness, and the endless attraction came out from the black hole, sucking the twisted monster into the black hole completely.

Black holes get smaller and smaller.

Spin faster and faster.

After the monster was torn apart, the creatures that were devoured by him were exposed, not only Dumbledore, but also countless Hogwarts teachers.

They fell to the ground, and the last thing they saw was the God of Nightmares disappearing into time and space.

Dumbledore got up and rushed towards the black hole, seeming to be calling someone's name.

Miller, who was ready to go, fell to the ground like a puppet out of control. He woke up from the Imperius Curse, looked at the black hole in midair in horror, let out a cry of pain, and cried while rolling and crawling. running towards him.

Are they calling themselves?

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't hear any sound, couldn't feel any emotion, he had lost control of his body, and at this moment, he was just a bystander.

Then, the black hole disappeared.

The God of Nightmare took him and completely disappeared in this time and space, and all traces of his existence disappeared without a trace. No Nicole Flamel, no Grindelwald, not even the Nightmare God himself.

Those who were covered by the dream all woke up, and those people lost the memory of what they saw, as if it was all a nightmare, and quickly disappeared from their minds.

Voldemort and Wormtail escaped, and on the way they killed Cedric Diggory trapped in the stone lotus. Nothing has really changed.

The darkness swallowed Hoffa's vision, and it also swallowed his heart.

Another era has begun.

Another cycle begins.

Only the gods live forever, and the rules are immortal.

"Are you satisfied?"

In the darkness, a spot of light appeared.

It was the little monster's eye, and it turned around Hoffa. Like the moon orbiting the earth.

"This is your future."

The extremely subtle voice of the God of Nightmares whispered softly in his ears.

Like a gentle wife whispering in her husband's ear in the dead of night: "Look, there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

"Yeah. Fighting against fate. It's really tiring."

Hoffa said he couldn't hear his own voice.

I have come here six thousand times, what else is unacceptable? He thought in his heart that he should have accepted the proposal of the God of Nightmare long ago. After so much tossing around, the final result was still the same.

"Go back with me, give me your consciousness. Give me your heart, give me everything. Go back fifty years with me."

A slender white arm grew out of the eyes of the Nightmare God, stretching towards Hoffa's face like a lotus flower.

Hoffa really wanted to agree to the request of the Nightmare God, but there was only a small voice in his heart that lingered.

(coward)

That must be the sound left after 6,000 cycles, Hoffa thought to himself, he has done everything I can do, but the fate still cannot be changed, so what can I do.

He looked at the arm standing in front of him, his mind swaying.

"Is there a moment that made you bored with everything." The God of Nightmare whispered in his ear.

"That moment...?"

"Yes, that moment. The vulgar and noisy crowd, the pretentiously elegant art, the budget-conscious survival, the loneliness that no one tells, and the aimless wandering."

He didn't answer the God of Nightmare, let the blackness wrap him, and gradually fell into the abyss of subconsciousness.

"Leave everything to me"

The palm of the god of nightmares stretched out to him in the sea of ​​subconsciousness: "You will stay with the heroes of the past and present, and you will never be alone again."

(coward)

The moment his fingertips were about to touch, the voice from the bottom of his heart gradually became clear, and he slightly bent his fingers to avoid the fingers of the God of Nightmares.

(coward)

The insignificant voice pierced his heart like a needle, and he didn't know where the voice came from. It seemed that he was speaking by himself, Miller, or Barty Jr.

"I'm not."

He justifies himself.

"Do you think you can escape your fate by leaving Helheim? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is your future self."

The God of Nightmares turned into Aglaia, "Promise me, you still have a chance, maybe next time."

"next time."

"Yes, next time, let's leave it to you fifty years later to solve it." The God of Nightmare said, "The long river of time has no end, and fifty years is just a blink of an eye. If we don't do it this time, we still have a chance. "

Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. The God of Nightmare was right. He did have a chance. As long as he went back to the past, he reached out again, wanting to touch the God of Nightmare and merge with it.

(coward)

The voice came from the bottom of his heart, which troubled him immensely.

He even saw little Barty turning his head in front of the train, and saw his confused eyes before he died. I saw old Hoffa stuffing the silver revolver into his mouth—"There can only be one Hoffa Bach in a space-time."

no

He withdrew his hand and covered his head tremblingly, "No, no, I can't change it"

"It's a failure, right, Bach, this adventure fifty years later."

The God of Nightmare said, "I know, you respect Nicole Flamel, and I know, you also care about Barty Jr. But they are all dead, and only by going back to the past can you save them again and change the world. all of these."

"I can not do it."

Hoffa whispered very painfully: "I can't remember anything if I can't do it, I will forget it."

"One time it does, one time."

The Nightmare God comforted him, the voice was exactly the same as when Aglaia was alive.

Hoffa looked at the hands reaching out to him, and the desire in his heart was maximized at this second. The desire diluted all other desires. He slowly stretched out his hand, once, twice, three times, four times, five times. Times. Ten times, twenty times, thirty times, one hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times, four hundred times. One thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times.

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa."

At this time, who is calling yourself?

He turned his head and saw another self standing in the darkness looking at him in the distance, who is that, is that the dragon of nothingness?

No.

That is yourself.

"coward."

"coward."

"coward."

Six thousand times of reincarnation gave birth to a sense of immediate vision moment after moment, and finally at this moment, the sense of instant vision reached a peak. Under this extremely strong sense of immediate vision, hallucinations appeared uncontrollably in his brain.

His perspective came to the self who scolded the coward, and he became an observer again. He watched the other self stretch out his hand in the distance, just like Adam in Genesis wanted to touch God, to touch the god of nightmares.

He turned his head and saw corpses piled up like a mountain behind him, each corpse had his face on it, and each of them had a remorseful expression, unwilling to die.

Even without counting, Hoffa knew that it was the other six thousand times of himself.

"coward!"

The voice became clearer and clearer.

"coward!"

"I'm not."

He said again, gritting his teeth.

"I'm not!"

His consciousness returned to his body, and he opened the palm of the God of Nightmare, "There will be no next time."

"There is no next time!"

"There is no next time!!"

"There is no next time!!!"

He roared and tried his best, just like Sylby after the 100,000-ton TNT explosion, he crawled out of the gentle subconscious sea bit by bit, and opened his eyes with the last ounce of will.

The pain rushed towards him like a tide, stimulating every nerve in him, it was the pain of blindness, it was the fatal moment when the world was on fire.

The meteor summoned by Miller streaked across the sky and was about to blow up the ancient magic castle into ashes.

Grindelwald's countless phantoms are still dragging red tentacles, about to stab him into minced meat.

Voldemort's serpent was still volleying towards him, opening its mouth full of fangs and spurting blood.

But at this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly sober.

Even though he knew that he only had the last few seconds of life left.

"Are you crazy?"

The God of Nightmares finally stopped being calm. He controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face fiercely, "You still want to reject me at a time like this, are you looking for your own death!?"

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, looked at Harry Potter with one eye. At this moment, when his body was broken, his spirit reached its peak, like the sharpest cross sword.

"Is there a moment.

Getting me bored with everything?

I asked myself, and the answer is self-evident. "

Hoffa said to the God of Nightmare: "Of course it includes you."