Chapter 387

"Can't you help it?"

Miranda's untimely question embarrassed Hoffa. He patted his chest and was determined in front of Miranda, but he was helpless after he arrived here.

Seeing his embarrassment, Miranda's eyes darkened. She shook her head, went around to Hoffa's side, pulled out her wand, and obviously wanted to deal with the problem herself.

"What do you usually do?" Hoffa asked Miranda.

"What else can we do, humanitarian destruction." Miranda sighs. "They've lost consciousness, they're in the cycle of dreams, they won't wake up again. They're long dead, I say."

Then she said something from her mouth, ready to cast magic.

After a while, with Miranda's magic, the ground began to vibrate, a crack appeared in groups of sleepwalkers, and gradually expanded.

Obviously, she wanted to bury the thousands of sleepwalkers alive at one time by magic, so as to solve the future trouble.

It's obviously not the first time Miranda has done it. Hoffa can only sigh and wait and see. She must not be a murderer. It is hard for Hoffa to imagine how much courage and pressure she needs to admit to make such a choice.

Seeing Miranda's powerful magic, those Peruvian witches who were watching in the distance were amazed and chattering about what they were saying.

Even if you don't understand, Hoffa can understand what they mean. The little girl looks gentle, but she has such power in her body.

However, he didn't have much heart to laugh at the ignorance of the aborigines. He went into a dream and knew that these sleepwalkers were not dead physically, but their consciousness was not on them. If they could wake up and go home, nothing would happen.

But to do that, he has to solve the problem. As long as we get rid of Silby, we don't have to kill so many people, and Miranda doesn't have to bear so much mental pressure.

Sylby.

Sylby.

Sylby.

Thinking of him, Hoffa could not help thinking of the strongest spell he had developed.

Flow of heart: all laws are one

"so..." he can't help but recite the mantra.

As soon as the spell was uttered, he noticed a disordered but huge mental field. The mental field is mixed with confusion, loss, and confusion. The source of the mental field is those sleepwalkers who gather in groups.

"Wait a minute!"

Hoffa immediately raised his hand and yelled, interrupting Miranda's casting.

The vibration of the ground stopped, and the crack did not expand. Miranda put down her wand in confusion: "what's the matter?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

Hoffa was sweating. He didn't know why he could sense the emotions of these guys, but the truth was right in front of him.

"Don't rush to destroy them humanely, i... I seem to have other ways..." Hoffa stammered.

"What? Do you have another way? " Miranda was stunned: "true or false, sleepwalkers won't listen to you. If you don't deal with it, the plantation will be destroyed."

"Wait, you let me try first."

With that, Hoffa sat down on his knees outside the protective wall, closed his eyes and recited the heart flow mantra in his heart.

Seeing that he was so determined, Miranda had to put down her wand and stand beside him.

Seeing that the ground no longer cracked, the Peruvian witches were in a hurry. They pointed to Miranda and said something.

Hoffa didn't care about the noise coming from the distance. He sat with his knees crossed, closed his eyes, and kept repeating the half mantra in his heart.

So... So... So...

something magical happened.

Those sleepwalkers are like invisible pipes connecting their thinking and Hoffa's will, whenever he says the mantra "so".

They are bound by the invisible pipe and move forward together.

However, when the spell is over, they will be dazed and confused again.

So Hoffa repeated the spell over and over again.

The invisible pipe is getting bigger and bigger.

There's something rushing into his body, it could be magic, it could be attention, it could be something else.

As a result, sleepwalkers no longer trample on the botanical garden, no longer attack the fence, but step by step toward Hoffa.

Miranda held her breath. This scene was beyond her expectation. The unconscious sleepwalkers, at this moment, seemed to be controlled by Hoffa.

Not only that, she also felt that there was a strange voice in Hoffa, which was yearning for something, calling for something, as if calling for help.

It's just like she noticed Hoffa that day, but it's more intense.

Hoffa was her best friend, and naturally she would not refuse his needs, nor would she be defensive. Naturally, magic and attention quickly flow down the invisible pipe to Hoffa.And those Peruvian witches, who are doing wall watching, feel the same thing. They no longer croak, but stare at the boy sitting cross - legged.

After watching for a while, I don't know who took the first step and walked slowly to Hoffa. It's like pushing the donomi dominoes, and everyone walks towards him.

He didn't know what was happening outside. Under the influence of the heart flow curse, Hoffa could only perceive his own internal world.

With each spell so, there is some power flowing into his body. The power is small at first, and then more and more, like a snowball.

In the end, Hoffa was no longer satisfied with sitting on the ground and chanting incantations. He stood up and walked while chanting incantations.

Those sleepwalkers are like children attracted by the midnight Piper, and they are very much behind him. When Hoffa recites the mantra, they take a step forward. When Hoffa stops reciting the mantra, they immediately lose their composure and wander around, just like a rope with spring, which can only be pulled but not pushed.

But Hoffa found that if he chanted the mantra fast enough, those people would lose their attention for a short time and follow him closely.

So he quickly changed the spell and ran to the valley of Peru in the distance.

This, sleepwalkers all Hula behind him. It's like a zombie chasing the living.

Not only the sleepwalkers, but also Miranda and the Peruvian witches all follow him involuntarily. The faster Hoffa runs, the faster they follow.

Finally, he came to a gourd shaped Valley, the stream where the famous vulture line painting was. Hoffa, who was crazy about incantation, rushed in. Behind him, those sleepwalkers who followed him, were even more ancient brains, and rushed into the valley like the flood of breaking the dike.

At last, Hoffa could not bear it.

Although he led those sleepwalkers to the empty and uninhabited Valley, so that they would not be buried alive.

But in his body, because of the incantation, he gathered enormous strength.

The huge snowball rolled in his body, longing for more power.

An inexplicable inertia forced him to continue to recite the spell so, but Hoffa knew that he could not recite it any more, and he already felt that he was about to burst.

He fell on his knees, grabbed his chest and gasped violently. But I can't breathe.

The force almost lifted his chest so high that he couldn't breathe. It's messy, crazy magic, and other forces that don't make sense.

It's all power drawn from sleepwalkers, Miranda, and Peruvian witches.

Plop, plop!

His heart is beating wildly.

That strange hybrid force is like a completely uncontrollable beast, rushing wildly from left to right in his body, trying to destroy his trunk.

Miranda followed him in a trance, as did the sober Peruvian witches. Under the action of inertia, he walked towards Hoffa with his legs open.

"Don't... don't come here!"

Hoffa raised his hand and drank.

The cry made him almost asthmatic, and he stood up with his chest in agony.

Miranda woke up, and so did the native Peruvian witches.

"Hoffa!"

Miranda screamed. She saw Hoffa's chest bulging. Something was beating violently inside.

Finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it any longer.

He ran to another open valley, raised his head and let out a scream, "ah!"

The energy that didn't belong to him slanted out in his roar, turned into invisible sound wave, carrying unparalleled power, and crashed on the opposite mountain. It's almost as terrible as an avalanche, or even more terrible than an avalanche. It's like a comet hitting the earth.

With that scream.

The mountain, which has been protected from strong wind for tens of thousands of years, broke and collapsed from the middle in an instant, and exploded into two halves.

Hundreds of millions of tons of peaks, slowly, irresistibly, fell down, and finally fell on the open sand.

At first, the power was not yet apparent. The sound didn't come, but soon a gray line appeared on the ground. The gray line expanded rapidly and finally turned into a strong wind. The tsunami came and hit all the faces.

The loud noise awakened the Peruvian witches, who could not open their eyes because of the strong wind, and they were crawling on the ground one by one. Only by grasping the ground, can we not be swept away by the strong wind.

The thunderous sound finally came, and the ground shook for more than ten seconds before it could be calmed down.

Finally, when the strong wind subsided, they were stunned to see that the once towering mountain peak was only half left, while the other half lay on the ground, just sealed the entrance of the gourd in the depression, and sealed all the sleepwalkers in the depression. They're not dead, but they can't get out and do any more damage to the plantation.

This is like a miracle like picture, so that all the indigenous witches kneel down, they pray loudly, crying. The old wizard, who was the leader, even trembled and tearfully threw away the beads in his hand and drew a simple stroke on the ground with his staff.It was Hoffa with a high chest that was drawn in that sketch...

then a group of people worshipped the sketch crazily.

However, Hoffa himself could not control what worship ceremony the Aborigines were engaged in. At this time, he could not support any more and released his chaotic power. His legs softened and he fell down on the ground with stars in his eyes.

He didn't realize it before, but now he felt that the spell was just a madman. After less than ten minutes, he felt headache.

This long lost feeling of mental overdraft has not been experienced since he left Hogwarts. Unexpectedly, he has tasted it again today.

Terrible magic...

terrible spell...

Miranda fell down beside him as if to say something. But Hoffa's head was buzzing, he couldn't hear anything clearly, and he couldn't see anything in front of his eyes.

Miranda held him up and yelled.

The Peruvians, who were engaged in idolatry, finally responded. The main character of the sketch they adored was about to hang up... They rushed to him and pulled him up. Hoffa was pale and took Miranda's arm without saying a word.

A group of people supported Hoffa and went to the tribe with all hands and feet.

When they got to the tribe, the old wizard could not help but press Hoffa on a chair which was probably only for the chief.

As soon as he sat on it, Hoffa's head tilted and his saliva came down.

Miranda stamped her feet in a hurry.

The old wizard seemed to be more anxious than Miranda. As soon as Hoffa sat down in his chair, he yelled out loud. He called his own people in full breath and gave orders in a language he could not understand.

Then his people scattered.

After a while, they brought in all kinds of food. Fruit, dried meat, some weird drinks, and even a fire in front of him. In the fire, unknown leaves were burning, and smoke curled into Hoffa's nostrils, stimulating his spirit.

He slumped in his chair and opened his eyes slightly.

Look at the fire.

The zigzag flame is very fuzzy.

There seemed to be a face in the fire.

That face is smiling to say to him with mouth shape, heart flow: ten thousand law return to one.

Seeing the face, he struggled to sit up straight, but after Miranda straightened him, the face in the fire disappeared, everything was like his illusion.

A Peruvian witch brought him a cup of green cocoa juice. Miranda gave him a sip of it. The cocoa juice, which was full of coolness, made him sober.

"How are you?" Miranda asked anxiously.

"It's ok..." Hoffa said feebly: "if you can't die, just have a rest."

Miranda was obedient and didn't speak, but after a while, she couldn't bear it any more. She asked in a low voice in horror, "what kind of magic is that?"

"Heart flow curse."

Hoffa explained feebly that his fingers were in the green cocoa juice and he wrote the flow mantra on the table.

So?

Miranda stares at the mantra, looks at it carefully for a while, and then takes a breath. "Where did you... Where did you learn this kind of... Ancient and pure mantra?"

"In the dream, Silby..."

Hoffa said briefly that a few words had consumed the strength he had just accumulated, and he began to breathe again.

Miranda shivered, her body trembling slightly.

"It's too pure, too simple. This spell doesn't want to be used by people." She was both frightened and obsessed. She reached out and stroked the line of incantations written by Hoffa. She murmured: "it's hard to imagine that there would be such extreme and pure incantations."