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

Under this unprecedented energy, Silby suffered extremely severe injuries almost instantly. His entire body was engulfed in white light, and his skin cracked, revealing the bones, internal organs, and bright red muscles inside.

Hoffa felt equally sad at this time. He felt that the capillaries in his eyes were about to burst completely, so that his vision was filled with blood.

But these pains were nothing compared to the despair in his heart. In the white light of destruction, Silby did not die. Instead, he stood up little by little, bathed in the white light, and opened his arms. But this action was just a movement.

In an instant, the power of the flow spell is far from reaching its peak.

"End it!"

Hoffa vomited blood and roared. All the mental force fields rushed out! He returned to his human form from the bubble shape.

The power spurted out without any reservation! On the surface of the destructive white light he released, a series of extremely shrill and piercing rays of light suddenly shone out, enough to blind the eyes. They were almost substantial spiritual force fields, and they turned into

The sharp sword bound the incomparable and surging power and focused it into a thin line!!

The clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed to both sides. After a huge burst of energy was concentrated, the entire city of Pandora collapsed instantly, and the endless towers were broken from it. The space collapsed and collapsed, extremely miserable, extremely shocking, and it suddenly felt like the end of the world.

When it came, countless majestic and towering buildings collapsed at the same time after being swept by the white light of destruction. They were all cut off by the power of destruction and turned into ashes!

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

If a sharp blade roared with energy like that and attacked head on! It seemed like it was going to tear and smash even the soul! In just one second, Silby was pierced through the chest by the annihilating power brought by the flow curse! Like a butterfly in a tornado, she was powerless to attack.

It floated away and finally hit the ground lightly.

The second before the dream god floating in the sky escaped, it was instantly covered by the huge energy brought by the heart flow spell. It didn't even have time to struggle, and was wiped out in the white light.

The energy of the flow spell was restrained by Hoffa's mental force field, and it did not escape at all, and completely hit Silby. But just the air fluctuation it caused caused Hoffa as the origin,

Afterwards, all the plants on half the earth fell down in a radiating pattern.

The white light lasted for a long time before going out.

During the brief white night phenomenon, darkness returns again.

There was no more sound in Hoffa's ears, and the world fell into absolute, eerie silence. You could hear a pin drop. In that silence, it was as if the ability to think was lost, like the brain was frozen and stagnant! That kind of intense

The feeling of being absent-minded is indescribable.

He stood on the ground with a face as pale as paper, and blood dripped from his chin to the ground. The huge magic power in his body was vented, and not a drop of his own strength was left.

The Tower of Babel that reaches the sky has long since collapsed under the power of the Xinliu Curse to destroy the heaven and the earth. The ground is full of dilapidated ancient buildings. The dream bubbles created by the God of Dreams have long since disappeared. Even the God of Dreams himself, in his heart,

The moment the flow curse broke out, there was no time to escape. Its once huge body was now only a large piece of whale bone-like corpse, lying across the ruins of the wall.

Next to its wreckage was Sylby, whose chest had been blasted with a big hole. The body that once belonged to Chloe was covered in bruises. There was nothing in the chest except for the remaining ribs. He fell to the ground in a big shape.

Staring at the sky blankly, there was no chance of survival.

Hoffa looked at everything in front of him, but there was no joy in his heart, only deep sadness that could not be resolved. He closed his eyes in great pain and staggered back.

Everything was over. Silby couldn't withstand the power of the flow curse, which was a power that even gods couldn't withstand. He was just a cursed mortal.

After all, nothing will change. All of Silby's ideals are just lies after all. They will only collapse in the face of the huge power of reality. However, this is not bad, Hoffa thought, maybe he can wait until fifty years later

, hide in the mountains and never care about the world again. Maybe he will no longer have to run around exhausted, no more annoying people will torture his soul, no more painful growth, no more struggles again and again

Metamorphosis.

So be it.

...

"Hello......"

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

Silby, who had a big hole in his chest, climbed up from the ground little by little relying on the remains of the God of Dreams. It was simply unbelievable. How did he do it? It was completely impossible!

Hoffa opened his mouth and looked at Silby stupidly. At this moment, he actually felt a confused admiration from the bottom of his heart, hoping that he could realize his ideal.

Silby did not disappoint.

"Hey... brother..." He stood up unsteadily and said weakly: "Is this... is this the end..." There was not much blood left.

His chest was filled with tears, but he actually stood firmly on the ground and did not let the empty shell fall. He said: "So...such...in this grand occasion...how can it be...

...just walked away..."

A dim light spot appeared in his empty chest. Was that his soul?

Suddenly, Silby suddenly looked up at Hoffa, and a dazzling brilliance burst out from the broken body. He used his soul and life to let out the wildest cry: "How can we leave in such a grand situation?"

Yes! Witness me!!"

That was the wildest cry Hoffa had ever heard so far! With that cry, Silby started running again, and the dazzling white light was compressed to the extreme in his empty chest, like a

A pure white beating heart.

Under that astonishing spiritual power, Silby's speed was as fast as lightning. He laughed, blooming life unscrupulously, and his red hair danced wildly in the air, like reeds, like a crazy devil. He was so unlike a human, but more powerful than anything else.

People are like people.

He rushed to Hoffa and stretched out his finger like lightning!

Hoffa, who was completely exhausted, could not dodge this fatal blow. He stood there blankly, watching the fingertips continue to enlarge in his pupils.

boom!!

Silby's fingertips collided with Hoffa's body, and at the same time his pure spiritual power, which was like substance.

He fainted on the spot as if struck by lightning!

...

...

When he woke up again, he found himself standing on a green grassland. The sky was light gray with a few clouds. It was neither pretty nor ugly. In this green sea, there were alfalfa flowers.

Dancing in the wind, it’s like returning to the dreamland of that night.

Hoffa was walking waist-deep in the clover, with the sound of wind all around him. He remembered what he was looking for. He should be looking for someone, someone he 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. There was no one under the tree. He looked at the river and remembered that he had been here before and that he had stepped into it.

A river of pain.

But this time, he carefully stepped into the river, avoiding the sharp stones, and swam to the other side of the river little by little.

On the other side of the river was a more complex and vast grassland. He walked one foot deeper and one foot shallower. Occasionally he encountered foxes, rattlesnakes, and brown cow dung on the road, but he carefully avoided them and continued to move forward.

.

Finally, we came to a small clearing in the grassland. On the clearing, there were some hay and flowers, and a very young boy stood on it.

After 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 had bare feet. He looked like an angel. People couldn't help but feel affection for him.

The boy came to Hoffa, looked up at him, crossed his arms, "You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time." After a pause, he said with a smile: "I have been waiting for a long, long time, and finally I have waited for this day.

La."

"Yeah, you finally did it."

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

"The world is never perfect, so that's the point of working hard." said the little boy.

His comfort did not make Hoffa feel much relieved. The moment he released the flow spell, he had already understood the mystery of the flow spell and knew the secret of the second half of the flow spell. He knew that he had lost.

, it is difficult to collect water.

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

"That time...?"

Hoffa muttered the answer.

"That time we drove together in Casablanca."

"Remember."

"Are you happy?"

Hoffa nodded, his eyes less gloomy, and he said softly: "Happy."

The boy's eyebrows were smiling and curved into a crescent moon: "Let's play together next time."

Hoffa shook his head.

Boy: "Why are you not happy?"

Hot liquid rolled down from Hoffa's eyes. He already understood some truths and read some stories. He knew that it was really difficult for him to be the guy in front of him. But the most terrifying thing was that he was already standing beside him.

, became his accomplice.

The boy stepped forward and wiped his eyes.

He said softly: "All impermanent things are nothing more than references, nothing more than metaphors, just a story. Don't take it too seriously."

"Is it worth it?" Hoffa asked with a choked voice: "Abandon everything, just for one idea, no one will even know who you are, no one will care about what you have done or what you have experienced."
To be continued...