Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

He uttered the spell with extreme difficulty, and the absolute power rushed out like a torrent, turning into a strong and extremely blazing white light, hitting Silby.

Under this ancient energy, Silby suffered an extremely severe injury almost instantly. His entire body was swallowed by white light, and his skin split open, exposing the internal bones and internal organs, as well as bright red muscles.

Hoffa felt equally sad at this time, he only felt that the capillaries in his eyes would be completely ruptured, so that there was blood red in his field of vision.

But these pains were not comparable to the despair in his heart. In the white light of destruction, Silby didn't even die, but stood up a little bit, bathed in white light, and opened his arms. But this action was only a moment of publicity, and the power of the flow spell was far from its peak.

"It's over!"

Hoffa vomited blood and roared. All the spiritual field rushed out! He recovered his human form from the bubble shape.

All the power gushes out, no more reservations! On the surface of the destructive white light he released, a series of incomparably piercing rays of light flashed steeply, enough to pierce the eyes. That is a nearly physical field of spiritual force. They turned into sharp swords, restraining the incomparable and surging Power, focus it into a thin line! !

The clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated to both sides, and after the huge power of worship was concentrated, the entire Pandora City collapsed in an instant, and the endless towers broke apart from it. The space collapsed and collapsed, extremely stern, extremely shocked, and suddenly if the end of the world had come, countless towering and towering buildings collapsed at the same time after the white light of destruction was swept away, and they were all cut off by this destructive force and disappeared!

The night sky was torn apart by the spell, and the whole sky was as bright as day.

If the energy roars like a sharp blade, it hits head-on! It seems that even the soul will be torn to pieces! In just a second, Silby was penetrated by the extinction force brought by the flow curse! ! Like a butterfly in a tornado, it was unable to float backwards, and finally fell to the ground lightly.

In the second before escaping, the **** of dreams floating in the sky was instantly covered by the huge energy brought by the flow curse. Before it even had time to struggle, it disappeared in the white light.

Under the constraints of Hoffa's mental force field, the energy of the flow curse did not escape at all, and completely hit Silby. But just the air fluctuations it caused caused the plants in the second half of the earth to fall radially with Hoffa as the origin.

The white light lasted for a long time before it went out.

In the short-lived white night phenomenon, the dark night once again came back.

There was no sound in Hoffa's ears, and the world fell into an absolute, strange silence, where the needle fell. In that silence, it seems that the ability to think has been lost, as if the brain is frozen and stagnated! That intense feeling of absence is indescribable.

He stood on the ground as pale as paper, blood dripped from his chin to the ground, the huge magic power in his body was vented away, and his own power also dripped.

The tower of Babel has already collapsed under the power of the flow curse to destroy the sky and the earth. The ground is full of dilapidated ancient buildings, and the dream bubbles created by the **** of dreams have long since disappeared. Even the **** of dreams himself did not have time to escape the moment the flow curse broke out. Its once huge body, now only a large piece of whale bone-like corpse remains, lying in this broken wall. .

And beside its wreck, there was Sylby whose chest had been blasted out of a big hole. The body that once belonged to Chloe was covered in cuts and bruises, with nothing in the chest, only the remaining ribs, and he fell to the ground in a big letter. Looking at the sky blankly, there was no chance of surviving anymore.

Hoffa looked at everything in front of him, but there was no joy in his heart, only a deep sadness that couldn't be resolved. He closed his eyes in pain, and walked back staggeringly.

Everything was over, Silby could not withstand the power of the flow curse, which was a power that the gods could not withstand. He was just a cursed mortal.

After all, there will be no change, all Silby's ideals, after all, are just lies. In the face of the enormous power of reality, it will only collapse suddenly. But that's not bad, Hoffa thought, maybe he can hide in the mountains in fifty years and never ask the world again. Maybe he can no longer have to run around exhaustedly, no more annoying guys to torture his soul, no more painful growth, no more struggles and transformations.

So be it.

......

"Hey......"

So, when Hoffa heard a gossamer-like sound coming from behind, he turned around in shock.

Silby, who had a big hole in his chest, got up from the ground a little bit by the remnant of the **** of dreams. It was incredible. How exactly did he do it? It's totally impossible!

Hoffa opened his mouth and looked at Silby stupidly. At this moment, he unexpectedly gave birth to a confused admiration from the bottom of his heart, hoping that he could realize his ideals.

Silby didn't let him down.

"Hey...brother..." He stood up swayingly, and said weakly with a gossamer: "This... is this over..." There is not much blood left. His chest was shed, but he actually stood firmly on the ground without letting the empty shell fall down. He said: "So...so...so...the current situation...how can... ...As soon as I left..."

A faint light spot appeared in his empty chest. Is that a soul?

Suddenly, Silby suddenly raised his head to look at Hoffa, a dazzling brilliance burst out of that broken body. He used his soul and life to utter the wildest cry: "How can you leave in such a grand occasion! Witness me!!"

That is the wildest cry that Hoffa has heard so far! Accompanied by that shout, Silby ran again, the dazzling white light, compressed to the extreme in his empty chest, like a pure white beating heart.

Under the horrifying spiritual power, Silby's speed is getting faster and faster. He laughed, unscrupulously blooming with life, red hair dancing wildly in the air, like a reed, like a madman, so unlike humans, but better than anything else. People are like people.

He rushed to Hoffa and reached out his hand like lightning!

Hoffa, who had exhausted all his strength, couldn't dodge this desperate blow. He stood there blankly, watching the fingertips keep expanding in his pupils.

boom! !

Silby's fingertips hit Hoffa's body, and at the same time his physical, pure mental power was hit.

He fainted on the spot as if struck by lightning!

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When he woke up again, he found himself standing on a green prairie. The sky was pale gray with a few clouds. It was neither beautiful nor ugly. In this green sea, alfalfa flowers are dancing in the wind. As if back to the dream of that night.

Hoffa walked among the waist-deep clover, surrounded by the sound of wind. He remembered what he was looking for. He should be looking for someone, someone who knew but had forgotten his name.

After walking in the grass for a long time, he came to a river. There was a tree on the other side of the river, and there was no one under the tree. He looked at the river, remembered that he had been here, and remembered the pain of stepping into that river.

But this time, he carefully stepped his foot into the river water, avoided the sharp stones, and swam to the opposite bank of the river little by little.

On the other side of the river is a more complex and expansive grassland. He walked deep and shallow. Occasionally encounter foxes, rattlesnakes, and brown cow dung on the road, but he avoided them carefully and moved on.

Finally, I came to a small clearing in the grassland. The clearing was covered with some hay and flowers, and a very young boy stood on it.

When the little boy saw him, he walked towards him.

Hoffa lowered his head and looked at the little boy. He was wearing pure white clothes and bare feet, like an angel. People can't help but feel compassionate.

The boy came to Hoffa, looked up at him, and folded his arms, "You are finally here, but I have been waiting for you for a long time." After a pause, he smiled and said, "I waited for a long, long time, and finally waited until this day. La."

"Yeah, you finally did it."

Hoffa's eyes were gloomy: "You did it, but is the world perfect?"

"The world has never been perfect. That way, it makes sense to work hard." The little boy said.

His comfort did not let Hoffa feel much relief. At the moment he released the flow curse, he had already penetrated the mystery of the flow curse and knew the secret of the second half of the flow curse. He knew that he had lost. , It is difficult to collect water.

Seeing that Hoffa was so sad, the boy stepped forward and took his hand: "By the way, do you remember that time?"

"that time.....?"

Hoffa murmured answer.

"The time we drove together in Casablanca."

"remember."

"Happy?"

Hoffa nodded, his eyes were not so gloomy, and he whispered, "Happy."

The boy smiled and turned into a crescent: "Let's play together next time."

Hoffa shook his head.

Boy: "Why are you not happy?"

The warm liquid rolled from Hoffa's eyes, he had understood some truths, and he had read some stories. He knew that it was really difficult for him to be the guy in front of him. But the most frightening thing is that he has stood by his side and became his accomplice.

The boy stepped forward and wiped his eyes.

He whispered: "Everything impermanent is nothing more than a reference, nothing more than a metaphor, just a story, don't care too much."

"Is it worth it?" Hoffa asked chokedly: "Abandon everything for one thought. No one will even know who you are. No one cares what you have done or experienced."

"Before I met you, I thought about this question." The little boy said calmly: "Is it worth it? Why does my vision always fail again and again, why no one cares about my thoughts. Later, I will fight with you. Later, I understood that God gave me absolute talent and took away my ability to accept help. After discovering the power of that talent, I relied on it, scorned everything, calculated everything, no disadvantage. I rejected all possibilities. Become a friend, but I did not defeat you and the world in the end.

After the calculation, I even forgot what I looked like when I left home and forgot what a real wizard is. But now, I remember it after all, and I want to come here for your help. I think all this is worth it. "

While speaking, a pure white light spot the size of a rice grain appeared on his chest. The light spot was pure to the extreme. It was the energy gathered by Hoffa using the Mantra of Ten Thousand Laws, that energy and the life of West Xavier. Melting into one, took him to the endless glory, and also took him to the end of the journey.

Hoffa finally grabbed his hand and pleaded: "Don't be like this."

The boy shook his head, and he said gently: "It has to be this way. There are many people in the world who can get help from others. But only I can bear such a solemn revelation."

Then he sat down, looked at Hoffa, and smiled slightly.

"I have found myself. I'll beg you for the rest."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and exhaled one last breath:

Flow, I am the world——Hum

Accompanied by the second spell, the boy turned into a white light and flew towards the sky, changing one to two, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen... just like that, the white light index The levels were split into thousands, billions and billions of white rays of light, brilliant like a meteor, covering all places within sight, flying in all directions.

Even after many, many years, Hoffa could not forget this scene. That is the most shocking picture he has seen so far, and it is also the most sacred revelation he has experienced. Even if you just look at it, the soul will quietly change.

Flowing mantra Hum is wrapped in magic and spiritual information, and flying along the spiritual network created by flow mantra So to all things in the world. Flew into everyone who was awakened from the dream.

In their dreams, their family was wealthy, and after waking up, they were impoverished. From beautiful as a flower, to a dying old man, from being admired by thousands of people, to being as small as an ant, they were already desperate. Maybe if there was no Hoffa's stop, they would start World War III in an instant, but the meteors falling from the sky changed everything.

The meteor contained the energy of profound and complex information, a small group of seeds of hope. After the seed entered their bodies, they immediately changed their endowments and gave them a new life.

They temporarily forgot all that happened in the dream, and began to study the new information in their minds. Study that peculiar and magical endowment.

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The illusion disappeared, and Hoffa's consciousness gradually returned to the body.

Only Silby with a broken body remained in front of him.

He has exhausted all his strength and turned into something similar to a stone sculpture. A gust of wind blew by, and the sky somehow began to patter of light rain.

The rain fell on Hoffa's forehead, slid down his cheek, and fell to the ground. At the same time, it fell on the body of the gray stone carving, turning it into a plain gray.

Some mottled debris broke away from the statue. But he still maintained an offensive posture, with a wild and blooming smile at the corner of his mouth, and put his finger on Hoffa's forehead.

Hoffa looked at the lifeless stone sculpture in front of him.

Maintaining a standing posture, it hasn't moved for a long time.