Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Inside the glass ball, the little octopus-like monster was shining with a peculiar pulse of light, and its four tentacles were trembling regularly. In the black mass of the hollow head, there was a white light spot similar to an eye.

This little thing had communicated with himself once before, before he saw Ryan, but that time, it didn't speak, some only flashed light.

"Did you hear me talking?"

It didn't have a mouth, and it didn't speak, but the sound was transferred to Hoffa's brain very accurately. This was a very magical experience, and he found that he could do it as well, as if instinctively. He held the glass ball, looked at it carefully, and thought: "Are you talking to me?"

"Isn't there anyone else?"

The little monster in the glass ball flew around, and the chaotic black fog of the empty brain was shining with pulsed light like electric current from time to time.

"what are you?"

"The **** of nightmares, Leviathan's youngest son, a member of the ancient gods." The Tentacle Monster said.

Hoffa: "......"

If someone claimed to be a **** before him. Then he would definitely add a scripture to him, but after experiencing so many treacherous stories, he didn't even doubt this little monster. After all, he just saw the huge phantom in the moon. These things seem incomprehensible even from the perspective of magic, and can only be described by miracles.

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

"Yes, everyone who meets me will fall into a nightmare, and I take pleasure in it." The Tentacle blame is not embarrassed at all, it generously admits that its voice has no fluctuations or ups and downs.

"Why are you killing me?"

"I want to clarify. I never thought of killing 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 a projection of your own inner anxiety."

Hoffa thought about it carefully and found that what this guy said was also the truth. It's just that he still can't accept that there is a **** around him suddenly, this kind of thing has a big impact on his worldview.

"God...what exactly is it?"

He had seen the power of the death **** before, and now he saw a guy who claimed to be the youngest son of the ancient god. He became more curious about the origin of this world.

"If you insist on explaining to you, the gods are like a kind of memory, a kind of inheritance, or more specifically, a complex of ideas. When a person is alive, some people know him and some people remember him. But when He died, and after the last person completely forgot about him, he ceased to exist.

The same goes for gods. When people believe that there are gods, whether it is evil, good, scary, kind, crazy, or rational, then it will exist.

But the crowd does not believe in the existence of gods. When the thinking of the crowd is consumed by endless daily life, when people no longer think and no longer need gods, then gods no longer exist. "

As it said, it continued to float in a circle, "Look, now I only have a slap as big as my slap. Before ancient times, I existed in everyone’s dreams, floating in the universe of thinking, running rampantly, even God couldn’t control me. behavior.

That's because the crowd fears and worships dreams, but now, they don't care about dreams anymore. This trend has become stronger over time. I have a hunch that maybe in fifty years, I will become only the size of an ant. "

The little monster said a lot, but Hoffa felt contradictory.

"Listen to you, it seems that God is man-made."

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

Hoffa looked at his chest, and the three-ring scar on his heart was beating slightly like a mark. It is hard to imagine the power that made this mortal wound heal in a short time.

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

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

The unknown creature in the glass ball said: "I am not a human being, nor can I communicate with you in words. However, you now have a part of the power of an ancient **** in your body, which is barely my kind, so you can hear me now. Speak."

"The power of the ancient gods...wait, are you the one who saved me, repairing my wounds?"

"It's not me, but the power of the night **** saved you. It's not so much to save it, it's better to say that you deprived him of a part of his power, allowing your own life to continue. Look at the scar on your own chest, that is. The totem of the night god, the ancient ancestors would engrave this kind of thing on their chests to pray for the blessing of the night."

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

"It wants to convert you into blood relatives, but it didn't succeed." It rolled around in the glass ball. "Some wizards are more fierce. You seem to be a typical of them. This means that the gods don't like to interact with wizards. The reason for dealing."

Hoffa thought for a moment, and he thought of the huge and unmatched spiritual power he had encountered in the blood pool. The spiritual power he was proud of was before that power, just like the difference between a mouse and an elephant. He knew that he was not an opponent of that power at all.

"I don't think I have the capital to deprive it of power." He said slowly: "It's you. After I made my choice, the power of the Night God faded."

"I am also a member of the ancient gods. You have chosen me. What can it do? Is it going to start a **** war with me? The age is different. It is no longer a world ruled by the gods. It is also a lingering little god. , We don’t have the strength to toss anymore."

Speaking of this, Hoffa gradually understood his situation. Compared to being a vampire, nightmares sounded acceptable. But what is he now? A believer in the **** of nightmares? Merlin Beard, he doesn't even know what the **** of nightmares 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 said suddenly, "As for my purpose, I want to return to the ancient physique, just like you saw in a dream. Now I am too unhealthy."

"Are you reading my thinking?"

Hoffa was very vigilant, and he took the glass ball away from a distance, as if it were a nuclear warhead.

"Otherwise, how can I communicate with you?"

"You come here less, and if you do this again, I'll just throw you away."

Hoffa wanted to throw it away, he said categorically: "No one can read my thinking."

"Understandable."

The little monster’s head trembled in the glass ball, like a human being nodding: “You are still a member of human beings after all. Everyone feels that their thinking is unique and inviolable. But in my opinion, everyone’s Ideas are the same. To survive, you need benefits, for reproduction, you need sex, and for spirit, you need emotions. I have read the thinking of hundreds of millions of people, and with all due respect, your ideas are no different from theirs... ."

Snapped.

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

Hoffa looked at his palm, and an unspeakable anxiety surged into 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, "Do I usually hate it too?" "He couldn't help talking to himself.

"If you like to throw things, you can play baseball in the future."

The voice rang in his mind again.

"Damn!"

Hoffa was startled, and saw a silver light flashing in the sky, and the glass ball he threw out came back like a meteorite. It hit his forehead with precision, as if what he had just thrown out was a boomerang. Instead of a glass ball.

"Why are you still here!?"

Hoffa said angrily, clutching his forehead.

"Since the moment you touched 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 was just saved by the night god. Pass you."

"Why are you saving me, so kind? Maybe you want to take my body, then devour my soul and make me your slave."

"That's what the night **** did."

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

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

Hoffa was unwilling.

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

Said the monster in the glass ball.

"No interest, I am a human. I still want to be normal."

Perhaps in order to reflect the characteristic of being a human being, Hoffa said this sentence specially with his mouth.

"Fine."

The monster in the glass ball said calmly, "I do this just to facilitate communication and not to waste time, but if you feel that I don't respect you, then I don't need to do this."

Hoffa picked up the glass ball and looked at the monster in the ball with some trepidation, his palms a little hot. The monster in the glass ball was also looking at him.

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

After a while, he restrained his inner feelings for some reason and turned his mind to business. Mans took Chloe away. The fate of the nun was at stake, but he didn't know anything about the man. How could a Muggle pierce the heart with a knife and not die?

"Since you said 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 stuck a knife in his chest, but he didn't do anything. How did he do it, is he also a vampire?"

"Only the top but kinsmen can achieve the destruction of the body and not die, but Mullermans is not. The reason for his immortality is that his soul is not on him, and no matter how much you do to his body, it is meaningless. "Yes." The little monster said: "He is a believer in the **** of death, and the **** of death has already taken his soul."

"I do not understand."

Hoffa looked dumbfounded.

"Compared to the weak gods of us who have been forgotten in the dust of history, the existence of some gods has never diminished over time, such as the **** of death.

As the supreme **** in this world, it has the right to decide the life and death of life. Although you stabbed the knife into his body, his soul is not in the body. As long as you don't cut the connection between the body and the soul, you will never kill him. His soul can control that body in an unknown and safe place like a marionette. "

"Does that mean immortality?" Hoffa was horrified.

"Everything is relative. You can say that he is immortal, or you can say that he is dead a long time ago. The one who is fighting with you is just an empty puppet."

Puppet... This statement made Hoffa a little shuddering. He thought of his first meeting with Mans in Paris and the subsequent clashes in secret. This vigorous and cruel fellow didn't look like a puppet at all.

However, he suddenly remembered that before he fought Dominic, Dominic had asked himself if Grindelwald had bestowed immortality on him.

If Mans was sent by Grindelwald to capture Chloe, then the person who took his soul was undoubtedly Grindelwald, because only he possessed the Deathly Hallows, the Elder's Wand. So...Is the power of immortality that Dominic calls this power?

When he was thinking, the monster in the glass ball looked at him calmly, did not make a sound, and did not seem to read his thinking anymore.

"Tell me how to beat him?"

Hoffa asked, "You must know the way."

"You know the answer, don't ask me."

The little monster in the glass ball suddenly hovered and closed, elegant as a mimosa, "Also, as a partner, Hoffa Bach. I advise you to find some clothes to wear, someone is coming."

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

Hoffa shook the glass ball and tried to communicate with it. But the light of the glass ball disappeared, and the little monster turned into a tuft of black seeds, ignoring him. At the same time, there were dense and hurried footsteps behind him.

Hoffa turned around and saw a few boys and girls in black and green suits jumping down from a height, and the boy headed to the ground and exclaimed: "Holy　shit!"