Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The sound was a small vibration at first, like a fingertip tapping on wood. Not noticeable. But soon, it expanded to the point where the stone hammer hit the ground.

The dark church tower trembled slightly, which was the power of the aftermath of the explosion.

Moonlight shines on the ground through the small windows of the wall, forming spots of light.

In the confinement room, Chloe was awakened by the explosion. She hugged her knees, suppressing her vomiting from time to time, shivering from time to time.

If this dream is going to scare her, then it has indeed achieved its purpose.

When something impossible happened before her, she felt that her beliefs had suffered a huge impact, which was almost a mental concussion.

She keeps reminding herself that this is just her own dream. Dreaming of this kind of thing, she feels ashamed and embarrassed that she should be herself.

But what was even more frightening was that as she stayed in this place longer and longer, she felt that she could not even remember what reality looked like.

"What's in my head?"

She grabbed her hair tightly, trying to pull out the evil thoughts that didn't exist.

I don’t know how long I have been in the confinement room, maybe one night, maybe only ten seconds. Suddenly, a soft voice calling from outside the small window on the wall: "Hey, Miss LeMay, what's the matter with you?"

Chloe slowly raised his head and saw that outside the small window of the confinement room, a man with blond hair was carrying a lantern, looking at himself worriedly, his face half-lit and half-dark under the firelight.

It's Aldo.

"Sorry, did you scare you, Miss LeMay?"

The person outside the window asked.

After she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly became disgusted, not only because of the fright, but also because of the shadow that the incident brought to her, especially in this monastery, she said melancholy and painfully: "What are you doing here?"

"I promised that guy Bach to protect you when he is away. Aldo said, "I came in over the wall. "

"Why doesn't he come by himself?"

"He has something to go."

"Then you don't need to worry about it, stay away from me." She said irritably.

"That won't work, someone has already attacked from outside."

Aldo sighed: "It may be dangerous if you don't leave."

Chloe stood up, his face slowly paled, "Who has attacked? It's you!?"

"Yes, there are also the Mueller Mans group. I'm sorry, Miss LeMay, for your safety. We must take you out of here."

After speaking, he took out an iron saw and saw it **** the chain outside the door. It didn't take long for Aldo to push the door open with the sound of the iron chain. She saw Aldo's sweaty face and the outstretched palm.

"Let's go and find Mr. Bach."

The evil dreams encountered yesterday seemed insignificant under the impact of real memories. She heard shouts from the guard room and the sound of gunfire. Something extremely terrible was about to happen. She had a foreboding, but was unable to stop it.

"No need to."

She bypassed the opponent's outstretched hand and walked out of the confinement room. Standing on a high place, she saw dots of flames shining in the distance, with continuous shelling and gunfire, groups of thugs holding torches, crossing the street, and pouring towards the monastery.

This was the last scene she saw before she was taken away from the monastery by Delfina. The next day, she saw in the newspaper that all the members of the Tylar monastery were brutally murdered by the dark wizard.

"Let's go, it will be too late if you don't leave." Aldo reminded Chloe.

The two went down the stairs and walked out quickly. There was panic all the way, Chloe didn’t see Sister Sanesa and Father Reid, only a few nuns running around in a panic, they didn’t care about Chloe and Aldo beside her at all. .

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a violent blasting sound in the distance. The building of the monastery shook violently a few times, and the dust puffed away, followed by screams and curses.

Concerns were chaotic, and Chloe raised his leg and ran towards the source of the sound.

"Don't go there!"

Aldor stopped her, "These are all false memories, didn't you tell me that at the time?"

The blasting and screams became more intense, and the subconscious nuns fled frantically, a trace of blood spread from the cracks in the ground, and flowed to Chloe's feet little by little.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil."

Aldo said: "The more intense your emotions, the more intense this nightmare environment will be."

"To put it lightly, you were also one of the people who participated in the massacre, didn't you?" Chloe looked at Aldo, gritted his teeth.

"If you want revenge, I don't mind."

Aldor seemed quite calm, "You have that right."

Suddenly, he coughed violently, and some small silver fish mixed with bright liquid fell from his fingers to the ground, jumping alive.

Chloe looked at him, instinctively wanted to be concerned about him, but forcibly suppressed the gentle side of his heart, put on a tough posture, turned his head and left.

She didn't go far, but she stopped again.

A tall figure walked towards him, wearing a black robe, with blond hair, and walking slowly. He also carried a body full of blood. Her face was twisted and her toothless mouth kept opening and closing. Wrapped in blood-stained clothes on his chest, he sobbed uncontrollably, with deep fear in his crying cavity.

It was the nun Vivienne who gave herself food not long ago, and this tragic picture made Chloe sore. She kept reminding herself that all of this was false. It seemed that this would make her feel better, but she couldn't do it because she knew that all of this might have happened.

The tall figure approached.

His facial features gradually became clear under the candlelight in the corridor. Seeing the incoming person clearly, Aldo stopped coughing and cursed annoyedly.

"Damn it!"

"Who are you?" The man dragging his body looked at Aldo in front of him with a confused expression.

"I don't like torture. To be honest, the people who were killed by me in this monastery didn't go so painful." Aldo said to Chloe, but only her hatred eyes were in exchange.

Nightmare Aldo abandoned the remains in his hand like a shoe, "Wait, is the girl behind you Chloe Leme?"

Normally Aldo stopped in front of Chloe.

No one answered the question, and Nightmare Aldo raised his wand and assumed a dueling posture.

Normal Aldo sighed: "But I have to say, from a certain angle, my past is really unbearable."

A transparent beam of light came straight to his door, and he rolled on the spot to dodge the curse. Then, he turned over and jumped up, slammed the other himself to the ground, and the two identical guys wrestled into a ball.

They looked the same and had similar physical abilities, but the only difference was that one could use magic while the other could not. After Nightmare Aldo fell to the ground, he raised his wand and a red flare was shot into the sky.

Normal Aldo had a bad hunch. He opened his mouth and bit on Nightmare Aldor's wrist. There was no image, but the effect was quite fruitful. Nightmare Aldor loosened his wand with pain.

Normally Aldo grabbed the wand, broke it in two, and retreated to Chloe, pushing her shoulders: "Go, leave the monastery, and find Bach."

As soon as the voice fell, the black shadow flashed, and the nightmare Aldo rushed up like a black bear hunting, pressing the normal Aldo against the wall repeatedly: "Who are you, why use compound decoction to disguise me!?"

"You are nothing, not even a shadow." Aldo said sadly, "I won't answer your question."

bass!

Nightmare Aldo drew a dagger and pressed it against the opponent's face.

"Don't tell me, when I kill you, I will take off your face first to see who dares to pretend to be me!"

While wrestling with each other, the blades shook and were extremely dangerous. Seeing that he was going to be blinded by a sharp knife, Aldo said with difficulty, "You...you...you have one on your shoulder... Only... bugs."

Nightmare Aldore's face changed, he turned his head away like an electric shock. At this moment of distraction, the sharp knife was taken away, Aldor turned over and pressed the nightmare version of himself under him, and slashed it across.

It seemed that a leather bag full of blood had been cut, and the red gurgled down. He fell to the ground with a plop, struggling with muscle cramps.

Aldo looked at the other himself with a complicated expression, threw away the sharp knife in his hand, and came to Chloe: "Does this make you feel better?"

"Sure enough, death is nothing to you." Chloe said numbly.

"At least it's something to learn to get used to, Miss Le May."

Aldo said. He looked at Chloe, eyes full of sadness.

Chloe drew a little bit with her back against the wall, her eyes were red, her hair was messy, and she sighed: "Well, you are not the mastermind. The mastermind is Mans. You are just obeying orders. What qualifications do I have? I have been angering you."

......

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After leaving the nun, Hoffa walked out alone along the streets of Paris. Since there is no magic, his speed is no different from ordinary Muggle.

Although he has lived here for more than half a year and has a good understanding of the environment here, the world in dreams and the world in reality are completely different. After a long journey, he deeply realized the paradox of the spatial composition of dreams.

After leaving the monastery where Chloe was, he headed north. Passing through the streets where people sizzle and cars whistle, came to the outskirts of the city.

After arriving here, he could no longer see a half-person figure. Within a few miles are these ugly industrial monoliths, as well as large amounts of cinder, slag, sand and waste.

He felt that he could get out of the dream, but the good times didn't last long. After passing through a suburb of the city full of farmland, warehouses, and truck warehouses, he returned to the place where he started, the busy city center.

As if Dreamland had read out his intentions, he killed the map frame within a range of about 20 kilometers, no matter if he was left, right, east, west, south, or north. He will go through the cycle of cities, factories, and suburbs, and eventually return to the original point.

"Is it only this level?"

After confirming the scope of the dream, he was not discouraged.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate. But this time, I didn't meditate for the purpose of restoring magic power, just to improve my spirit. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became indifferent and empty.

The dreamland seemed to feel something, it was like an overturned paint box, stirring quickly. All the sights visible to the naked eye melted, and when they were combined, he turned into a deep pool like ink, in which his own shadow was reflected.

But the shadow is old and vicissitudes.

"The past has not passed, and the future has not yet come." The shadow said, "Witch, please stop here."

"The wizard's heart never stops."

After Hoffa finished speaking, ignoring the shadow at all, he got up and crossed the deep pool and fell straight down.

There are floating beauties who spread out their limbs, floating towards him naked, lying on him, licking his face, his chest, and his lower body. Hoffa ignores them, and they become a swarm of snakes and spread out. .

Moving forward, he saw a feast on a long table. Participants are all monsters with huge mouths but no other facial features.

They lay awkwardly on the side of the dumped chairs and the messy dining table, which was full of all kinds of unexplainable delicacies from all over the world. At the very center, there are even virgins who are alive inserted into iron rods for people to enjoy, but their faces are shining with the light of martyrs.

At the time of the fall, countless or beautiful, or rare, or terrifying, or weird things appeared around him. Some are shining with noble divinity, while others are utter madness.

But none of these things stopped him at all. He was not interested at all.

In the end, he crossed the false dream.

Came to the bottom of this unknown spiritual world.

Here, he did not see any streets, no factories or warehouses, some only a narrow beach, and an endless sea, just like when he woke up from the beach in the first place.

Look at the sea, then look behind you.

That is a towering cabinet with countless exquisite glass jars. The deserted islands, underground, and so-called Paris that I have experienced are like mini-models installed in the glass cabinets of the sales department. The untrue.

"Is it the limit?"

He stared at the sea in front of him and began to think.

He sorted out everything he had experienced from the beginning of the dream to the present.

After combing, he no longer walked back, but step by step from the beach to the ocean. The sea gradually flooded his clothes, flooded his chest, and flooded his head.

The seabed suddenly broke, he stomped on the air and fell straight down, soaking in the deep blue water.

No schools of fish, no corals, no seaweeds, no life. But in the barrenness, he saw a shocking scene.

A huge arm covered with barbeds was soaked in the sea water, drifting slowly with the waves. The arm plunged straight into the bottomless seabed, with no end in sight.

Hoffa continued to fall, falling deeper and deeper, finally he could see the whole picture of the bottom of this "island" clearly. Where is this island? It is clearly a huge creature. At first glance, it looks like a human being, but it has four arms and its legs are surrounded by ghostly hooked tentacles, which makes it almost necessary to just look at it. Scream out.

What made him more frightened was its head. Every hair of that head was a sea snake that was more than ten meters long. He was soaked in the sea upside down without breathing. His face looked like a woman at first glance, but combined in This body exudes a chilling fear and coercion.

Compared with Him, Hoffa floating in the sea is like an ant.

Is everything that I experienced a dream of this giant creature?

Hoffa tremblingly stretched out his hand and pressed it to the opponent's forehead. It feels as rough as crocodile skin mixed with whales.

The eyes of the behemoth opened slightly.

Inside, the silver-white light circulated.

At this moment, countless images flashed before his eyes.

He saw a bald-headed woman smiling and pulling down the wrench in the hall shining with golden light. He saw in the dark crypt, a white-haired old man praying to himself for death, he saw the world full of flames, the end of life without survivor...

He moved his palm abruptly.

The huge amount of information gave his brain a sharp pain that was almost tearing. In the severe pain, even with the monster in front of him weirdly produced an illusion of intimacy.

This sense of intimacy is terrifying.

He barely restrained the wave of empathy, mobilized all willpower, and put out the terrible impulse to merge with it.

"That's it."

In the sea, he sighed secretly, expelled countless bubbles, and struggling to go upstream.

The creature seemed to perceive something, and raised its mountain-like arm from the bottomless abyss, trying to catch Hoffa.

With a bang of water, Hoffa swam out of the sea. Ten minutes later, he stood on the shore again, trembling all over.

This nightmare was deeper than he had imagined, and the monster's face actually looked a bit like Chloe.

"Damn it, what's the secret in you."

He panted for a while, looking at the frothy sea with lingering fears, turned his head and walked towards the island.