On the other side, on the top of the turret, the first ray of dawn appeared. Hoffa's strength instantly declined, his swollen muscles contracted, the flow of magic power weakened, and his speed also slowed down.

"It's daybreak, Bach, the game is over."

Mance appeared behind Hoffa without warning, at the same spot he had been a minute ago. He casually took out a sharp knife and took it directly to Hoffa's temple.

Hoffa raised his hand to hold Mance's sharp knife and pushed him back hard.

Tick ​​tock, tenth of a second.

Time went back, and Mance and Hoffa, who had just been pushed away, were reattached together like two magnets.

Under the sun, half of Mance's originally masculine and resolute male face now looked like a woman, which looked particularly strange. Hoffa suppressed the stomach acid surging in his chest, and he pushed Mance away again.

As soon as he pushed it away, time went back again.

Push away, backtrack, push away, backtrack...

Gradually, under the sun, his strength declined to the size of a normal adult, until he could no longer push Mance away and could only stay in place. When the stalemate continued, Mance said: "It's useless.

Bach, I can see your past. The power of the God of Night cannot last until daytime, so you can’t even hope to survive this time.”

"Shut up, you... a complete selfish ghost! Shameless bastard!" Hoffa said with difficulty. As he spoke, the sharp knife got closer and closer to the tip of his nose. With his strength declining, he finally gave out and was stabbed by the sharp knife.

Center the cheek and insert into the cheekbone.

At this moment, Mance's body swayed, and in a daze, the tip of the knife grazed Hoffa's cheek and fell to the ground. Hoffa jumped up from the ground and stepped on Mance's chest.

, kicking him back against the wall.

He turned around and saw that the female vampire had crawled in front of Chloe at some point and pulled out a catheter from her arm. At this moment, she was looking at the blood dripping from the catheter with a curious look on her face.

Beautiful! Hoffa almost wanted to rush over and kiss her twice. No matter what the vampire's motivation was for doing this, it was exactly what he needed. Mance's power came from the nuns, but he himself did not have it.

Any special ability. As long as the connection between Chloe and Mance is cut off, the cage of time will definitely fall apart.

So he rushed towards the nun on the iron chair and tried to pull out all the things on her arms.

Mance noticed Hoffa's thoughts. He sneered and pulled back his fist. Time was distorted. Hoffa's body was thrown in the air and he was hooked back. A second later, he returned uncontrollably.

It reached a stage where the two were at a stalemate.

At this stage, Mance raised the dagger and stabbed him in the temple. But this time, Hoffa did not waste any more energy. He shouted to the vampire hiding in the corner: "Quick, Bowman, help me pull out those

catheter!"

The female vampire's eyes fell on the nun on the iron chair. He looked at the two people entangled in the distance, gritted his teeth, and crawled towards the nun using his hands and feet.

"Don't even think about it!"

Another voice came from around the corner.

Hoffa's heart stopped for a beat, and he turned around to see an identical Mance appearing at the corner. He strode towards the female vampire and picked her up by her back.

There was no time to think about why two identical guys appeared. At the critical moment, Hoffa made a quick decision, immediately let go of his hand, and tilted his head.

After letting go, Mance's sharp knife fulfilled its wish. It stabbed Hoffa's head hard, but because Hoffa turned his head in time, the blade pierced not his temple, but his mouth.

The sharp knife pierced his cheek. Hoffa bit the sharp steel so hard that his tongue was pierced. The inertia pushed him to the ground. After freeing his hand, he picked up a piece of iron from the ground and threw it to the unconscious Gram.

Loy.

Bang!

The iron piece hit the nun's head, causing her to slowly open her eyes.

"Do something!" Hoffa roared, "Resist!"

"Resistance..."

In a daze, the nun's eyes turned around blankly.

"You expect the nun to resist?" Mance suddenly pulled out the sharp knife, pressed Hoffa's head again, and stabbed toward the temple without mercy. "Why do you want to be a nun if you can resist?"

The sharp blade enlarged in Hoffa's eyes, and the other Mance strangled the female vampire tightly and stuck out her strangled tongue.

A moment of life and death.

Tick ​​tock.....

Mance himself suddenly retreated uncontrollably, and Hoffa also floated up from the ground uncontrollably. The female vampire was released and retreated step by step. The sunlight on the wall turned black at the speed of turning off the lights.

In the blink of an eye, day turned into night.

The moment the moonlight shone down, Hoffa took a long breath, and Mance, who was suppressing him, was kicked away hard. Due to the extremely close distance, he was shot against the wall like a cannonball, and his spine was directly broken.

Split in two, half of his chest was dented, sharp bones penetrated from his back, and the violent collision caused objects throughout the room to shake.

Hoffa turned his head and saw Chloe waking up. She struggled to stand up from the iron chair, holding up a chained hand alone, and looked at Hoffa with extremely complicated eyes: "Quick...

..Go quickly, I won’t be able to control it for long.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she sat back in the chair exhaustedly. The broken-backed Mance embedded in the wall spat out a mouthful of blood and got up again. The night quickly disappeared with his movements, and the clock on the wall was spinning forward crazily.

Hoffa didn't dare to hesitate at all, or even take another look at Chloe. He rushed forward, grabbed the female vampire, and took advantage of the last hint of night at dawn to quickly run downstairs.

Just after he rushed out of the terrifying medical room, the unparalleled power of the law spread. The last darkness before dawn disappeared, and the sunlight shone into the window again. Mance showed no mercy and directly let the time reach noon. The fierce sunlight

The sun shone through the round window of the battleship onto the skin of the two of them. Red spots appeared one after another in the place where the female vampire was hit by the sun, and she screamed.

Without hesitation, Hoffa smashed through the steel wall and fell straight down the pipe. He took the female vampire with him and landed at the bottom of the deck, avoiding the sun's rays.

There were piles of wooden barrels placed on the lower deck, which were used by soldiers to supply fresh water for daily tasks. After landing, the two of them smashed through several wooden barrels in succession, choking on the water and making them cough.

The female vampire Jilia got up like crazy, shouting with confusion: "What kind of monster is that? What happened just now!?"

"Shh! Shut up!"

Hoffa didn't bother to rest or check his injuries. He dragged the female vampire up and hid directly in the ghost walking state. At this moment, his whole body was shaking, and sweat dripped from his forehead to his face.

His chin, and what was even more terrible was the feeling of dizziness and exhaustion that made his eyelids feel as heavy as a thousand stones.

Misfortunes never come singly. After a while, footsteps pattered on the stairs, "Where are you? Bach."

Mance's injury has been completely healed, and he walked down the stairs with a head that was completely neither male nor female. There were several red tubes inserted into the back of the head, and it was twitching around in a very strange way. He was spinning a ball in his hand.

Holding a dagger and hunched over, he got into the supply room of the battleship that was full of buckets of water.

All was quiet.

No one answered.

Hoffa covered the female vampire's mouth to prevent him from making a sound. He himself bit his lower lip tightly and arched his toes.

"Stop hiding, nothing can escape my sight."

Along with the voice, another Mance came down the stairs again. Like the previous man, he was hunched over, holding a dagger, and his head was twitching constantly.

"Time is the only eternity, a fate you can never escape." Another Mance said. He walked to another corner of the deck warehouse. Each of them had a thin blood catheter connected to the back of their neck.

The conduit extends from the top of the unreachable turret, like a puppet string being manipulated.

Two identical people stood in the room, speaking different words in the same voice. Hoffa's back was soaked. He swore that this was the most nervous he had been in a year. He even pinched his thigh secretly, wondering.

Are you having a nightmare? I wonder if the god of nightmares is here to collect rent again.

But the severe pain in his leg told him that this was reality, a reality that was even weirder than a nightmare.

"There is nothing more than interests that support me." Mance's voice was mixed with a male's deep voice and a feminine softness. "For a higher value, I will give everything for this. But I am curious, what supports you to come here?"

In front of me?"

While talking, the third Mance came down the stairs. He walked and talked, and stood in the dusty southeast corner of the warehouse.

"Who is not doing it for yourself? You have traveled so many roads and met so many people. Tell me, who is not doing it for yourself?"

The fourth Mance came down the stairs, came to the place where Hoffa and the female vampire ghost were wandering, and stood still.

More and more identical people appeared, bringing almost unparalleled pressure. The vampire with his mouth covered trembled. Hoffa also felt uncomfortable. He still remembered that when he was in Paris, he was in Chloe

When the magic went wild, he split into two of himself, but now, this guy has split into countless selves unscrupulously. Isn't he afraid of the backlash of the rules at all?

"You actually said that I am selfish. Humph, who is not selfish? What does the life and death of others and the destruction of the empire have to do with me?" The four Mance slowly walked around at the same time on the lower deck covered with dust. "Some people are born to be

Slavery, some people are born to enslave others, I just want to be that guy who enslaves others, don’t tell me you don’t want to.”

When the time for the ghost walk was up, Hoffa revealed his figure, and the four Mance heads twitched crazily and turned to him at the same time. They all laughed and said: "You must be doing it for yourself, Bach. Some kind of ulterior purpose."

They leaned forward and drew their swords together.

Hoffa clasped his palms together, and all the magic power poured out.

Bang!!

With a loud noise, the buckets stored in the warehouse suddenly exploded, and countless fresh water rushed out. The fresh water flooded the entire room in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, all the fresh water was transformed into a wave-like solid crystal, and the four Mans were imprisoned in the transformed crystal, maintaining a forward stinging posture, unable to move. Just like mosquitoes in amber.

Hoffa clutched his chest and gasped violently and retreated. The strenuous exercise during the day was like someone stuffing countless coals of fire into his lungs, making it almost impossible for him to continue.

The female vampire looked at the four identical men sealed in the white crystal and sat down on the ground, dumbfounded.

Click.

A crack appeared on the crystal.
To be continued...