Inside the glass ball, the octopus like little monster is flashing a strange pulse of light. Its four tentacles are shaking regularly. In the black ball of the empty shell head, there is a white light spot similar to an eye.

This little thing had a communication with himself before he met Ryan, but that time, he didn't speak, some just flickered.

"Do you hear me?"

It had no mouth and no mouth, but the sound was delivered to Hoffa's brain very precisely, which was a very magical experience, and he found that he could do the same, as if instinctively. Holding the glass ball, he looked at it carefully and thought, "are you talking to me?"

"Not me, who else?"

The little monster in the glass ball dances around, and the chaotic black fog of the empty skull is shining with the pulse light of electric current from time to time.

"What are you?"

"The God of nightmares, the youngest son of Leviathan, one of the ancient gods." Said the tentacle.

Hoffa "....

if someone claimed to be a God before him. Then he would add a scripture to his back. But after so many strange stories, he didn't doubt the little monster at all. After all, he just saw the huge shadow in the moon. Even from the perspective of magic, these things are difficult to understand and can only be described by miracles.

"You brought us the nightmare in the sea before?"

"Yes, people who meet me will fall into nightmares, and I enjoy it." Tentacle is not embarrassed at all. It admits boldly that its voice doesn't fluctuate or fluctuate.

"Why did you kill me?"

"I want to make it clear that I never wanted to kill you. The death of those people has nothing to do with me. I just let you have a dream. The content of the dream is the projection of your own inner uneasiness."

Hoffa thought it over and found that what this guy said was true. It's just that he still can't accept the sudden appearance of a god around him, which has a big impact on his world outlook.

"Gods... What is it?"

He had seen the power of death before, and now he saw a guy who called himself the young son of the ancient god. He began to be more curious about the origin of the world.

"If I insist on explaining to you, the spirit is like a memory, a heritage, or more specifically, a synthesis of ideas. When a person is alive, someone knows him and someone remembers him. But when he died, after the last person completely forgot him, he no longer existed.

The same is true of gods. When people believe that Gods exist, no matter they are evil, good, terrible, kind, crazy or rational, they will exist.

But people don't believe in gods. When people's thinking is consumed by endless daily life, when people no longer think and need gods, then gods no longer exist. "

Then he continued to float around. "You see, now I'm only as big as a slap. Before ancient times, I existed in everyone's dreams, floating in the universe of thinking, rampant, even God can't control my behavior.

That's because people fear dreams and worship them, but now they don't care about them. As time goes on, this trend becomes more and more intense. I have a hunch that maybe in 50 years, I will become as big as ants. "

The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa was ambivalent.

"It sounds like God is man-made."

"Maybe." The little monster's answer was ambiguous.

Hoffa looked at his chest. The scar on his heart, like some kind of mark, was beating slightly. It's hard to imagine how powerful it is to heal this mortal wound in a short time.

He held the glass ball curiously, "then why didn't you talk before."

"I'm saying, I even warn you, stay away from the believer of death, but you can't hear or understand my language."

The unknown creature in the glass ball said, "I'm not human, and I can't communicate with you in words. But now you have a part of the ancient god's power in your body. You are my kind, so you can hear me now. "

"The power of the ancient gods... Wait, are you the one who saved me and repaired my wounds?"

"It's not me, it's the power of the night God who saved you. It's not so much to save, it's more to say that you deprive him of a part of his strength and let his life continue. Look at the scar on your chest. It's the totem of the night God. Ancient ancestors would carve this kind of thing on their chest to pray for the protection of the night. "

"I deprive... Of the power of the gods?"

"It tried to turn you into a blood relative, but it didn't succeed." It rolled around the glass ball. "Some witches are stubborn. You seem to be a typical example. That's why gods don't like to deal with witches very much."Hoffa thought for a moment. He thought of the enormous spiritual power he met in the blood pool. The spiritual power he was proud of was just like the difference between a mouse and an elephant. He knew that he was no match for that power.

"I don't think I have the capital to deprive it of its power." He said slowly, "it's you. After I've made my choice, the power of the night God will fade."

"I am also one of the ancient gods. You have chosen me. What can it do? Do you want to fight with me? The age is different. It is no longer the world ruled by the gods. It is also a little god who lives on. We have no power to struggle any more."

Speaking of this, Hoffa gradually understood his situation. Compared with being a vampire, nightmares sound acceptable. But what are you now? A believer in nightmare? Merlin beard, he doesn't even know what the God of nightmare is, and he doesn't know the purpose of this thing in the glass ball

"You are not my believer."

The monster in the glass ball suddenly said, "as for my purpose, I want to return to the ancient physique, as you can see in your dream, now I am too unhealthy."

"Are you reading my mind?"

Hoffa was so alert that he took the glass ball away from him as if it were a nuclear warhead.

"How else can I communicate with you?"

"Don't come here. If you do that again, I'll throw you away."

"No one can read my mind," Hoffa said firmly

"That's understandable."

The little monster's head trembled in the glass ball, like a human nodding: "after all, you are still a member of human beings. Everyone feels that their thinking is unique and inviolable. But in my opinion, everyone has the same idea. In order to survive, we need interests, in order to reproduce, we need sex, and in order to spirit, we need emotion. I have read the thinking of hundreds of millions of people. With respect, your thinking is no different from theirs....

PA.

The glass ball drew an arc in the sky and flew thousands of meters away. Disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa looked at his palm, and an indescribable uneasiness came to his heart. The guy didn't know why he spoke a little like himself, especially the tone that seemed to see through everything in the world. "Am I so disgusted at ordinary times?" He couldn't help talking to himself.

"If you like to throw things, you can play baseball later."

The voice resounded in his mind again.

"Damn it

Hoffa was startled. He saw a silver flash in the sky. The glass ball he had thrown was smashed back like a meteorite. It hit him on the forehead precisely, as if he had just thrown a boomerang instead of a glass ball.

"Why are you still there?"

Hoffa said angrily, covering his head.

"Since the moment you touch me in the dream world, some force majeure has locked our destiny together. Maybe you should call me a partner and treat me better. After all, I just saved you under the hand of the night God."

"Why did you save me, so kind? Maybe you want to occupy my body, then devour my soul, and make me your slave

"That's what the night God does."

For Hoffa's vicious charges, the little monster seems very calm. In fact, his tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end, such as a machine without emotion, "I said my purpose, I want to restore the power of ancient times, and you should be able to help me, so I saved you."

"Then why don't you let me read your mind?"

Hoffa was not willing.

"Yes, as long as you want to grow to that point."

Said the monster in the glass ball.

"No, I'm human. I still want to be normal. "

Perhaps in order to reflect the characteristics of being human, Hoffa said this with his mouth.

"All right."

The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I just do it for the convenience of communication, not a waste of time, but if you feel that I don't respect you, then I can not do it."

Hoffa picked up the glass ball, looked at the monster in the ball with some fear, and his palm was a little hot. And the monster in the glass ball was also looking at him.

At this time, a sense of intimacy rose up, as if they had known each other for a long time. He remembered that when he was in the deep sea of the dream, he had a strange empathy for the monster.

For a long time, he restrained his inner feelings and turned his mind to business. Mans takes Chloe. The nun's fate is at stake, but he knows nothing about the man. How does a Muggle survive being stabbed in the heart with a knife?

"Since you say we are partners, can you answer my question?" He asked, holding the glass ball."Of course."

Said the little monster in the glass ball.

Hoffa: "I didn't kill that guy. I put a knife in his chest, but he didn't do anything. How does he do it? Is he a vampire, too

"Only the top but blood clan can be destroyed and not die, but mulermans is not. The reason why he doesn't die is because his soul is not in him. No matter how much you do to his body, it's meaningless. " "Little monster said:" he is a believer in death, death has already taken away his soul

"I don't understand."

Hoffa was confused.

"Compared with those weak gods who have been forgotten in the dust of history, the existence of some gods has never weakened with the passage of time, such as death.

As the supreme god of the world, it has the right to decide the life or death. Although you put a knife into his body, his soul is not in the body. As long as you don't cut off the connection between the body and the soul, you can never kill him. His soul can control the body like a puppet in an unknown and safe place

"Isn't that immortality?" Hoffa was horrified.

"Everything is relative. You can say that he is immortal, or you can say that he has already died. It's just an empty puppet fighting with you. "

Puppet... This statement made Hoffa shudder. He thought of his first meeting with mans in Paris, and later several secret battles. This lively and cruel guy didn't look like a puppet at all.

However, he suddenly remembered that before he fought with Dominic, Dominic had asked himself whether grindevo had given him the power of immortality.

If mans was sent by greendevo to capture Chloe, then the person who took his soul is undoubtedly greendevo, because only he has the Deathly Hallows, the elder wand. So... Is that the power of immortality in Dominic's words?

When he thought, the monster in the glass ball looked at him calmly, didn't make a sound, didn't seem to read his thinking again.

"Tell me, tell me how to beat him?"

"You must know the way," Hoffa asked

"You know the answer. Don't ask me."

The little monster in the glass ball suddenly circled and closed, elegant as Mimosa, "and, as a partner, Hoffa Bach. I advise you to find something to wear. Someone is coming

"I know? I know why I have to ask you... "

Hoffa shakes the glass ball and tries to communicate with it. But the light of the glass ball disappeared, and the little monster turned into a black seed and ignored him. At the same time, behind him came the dense and hasty footsteps.

Hoffa turned around and saw several young boys and girls in black and green suits jump down from the height. The first one landed and exclaimed: "hollish!"