The three of them followed the narrow path of the underworld, all the way down, and the children of the night god followed them in a ghostly manner, getting closer and closer. Eventually, they boarded the elevator to the bottom floor, leaving the Children of the Night God far behind.

In the elevator, the two looked nervously behind them with one hand, and neither of them spoke. A certain terrible pessimism permeated this makeshift squad.

This is only the second opponent, it is already so terrible, what is the third opponent terrible, if he loses the battle, will he never return to the real world, and will always be hung by death on the path of thorns, falling into endless torment.

Hoffa thought as the elevator slowly fell to the ground, and he and Barty Jr. fell back to the filthy and dark pancreatic island at the bottom, which was as quiet as another world compared to the frenzied and restless Eternal Arena that had just begun.

I don't know if it's time for the flesh, or if I'm all going to watch the game between myself and the Grim Reaper. The last time here, the spirits of the carnal were gone, and the black, rugged islands were left with only grassland-like worms fluttering in the wind on the surface.

From a distance, there is a strange beauty.

"Is this Helheim? It's weird. ”

Miller couldn't help but whisper.

Hoffa didn't speak, and followed Barty back to the entrance to the crypt where he had first seen Aglaia, but this time the crypt had been firmly sealed by an iron door, and it didn't move.

"How do you get in?"

Hoffa asked Miller by pointing to the door.

"You're not going to knock?"

Miller asked playfully.

"She probably won't drive. ”

Hoffa muttered.

"Cut, you have this day too. ”

Miller's right hand that controlled Hoffa was raised, pointing to the iron gate: "Alaho Cave opens." ”

The gray spell struck the iron gate, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it did not cause any waves.

"No, this door may be made of some anti-magic material, and the spell can't be opened. Miller said.

Hoffa: "......"

"Look, Mr. Bach. ”

Barty Jr. nudged Hoffa and pointed into the distance.

Following Barty's fingers, a crack opened at the top of a tall tower in the distance, and countless fresh flesh opened through a gap at the top of the tower, falling to the ground with a clatter.

The sparse spirits flew up like flies smelling rotting flesh, burrowing into the flesh one by one, moving the bodies to the ground. This time there were very few of them, and the vast majority of their bodies were wasted.

"What is this for?"

Barty Jr. said in shock.

"We can go in from there. ”

Barty Jr. pointed to the chasm in the heights, "There should be a way to the interior." ”

"Let's go. ”

Hoffa nodded.

He didn't care about the confused Miller, and no one answered his questions, and he opened his mouth unhappily and cursed.

The two of them sped up the crumbling tower and slipped through the slit in the tower that transported flesh. Not long after entering, the crack behind him closed again, the light completely disappeared, and Miller raised his right hand, "Fluorescent flickering." ”

The deep corridors are illuminated by fluorescent light. With the help of the light, it can be seen that there are some broken limbs in the corridor, which are slowly decomposing into worms.

"It's disgusting, are you sure Aglaia lives with this kind of thing every day?" Miller, in his right hand, looked around.

Hoffa didn't speak, and he didn't feel good about it.

The ground shook, and something outside let out a sharp roar, knocking the whole tower and shaking the ground.

It was the son of the night god who chased after him, but he was a step slower, and the rift that transported the flesh was closed.

Hofa was frightened, and quickly increased the speed of his crawling, and they crawled through the deep corridor. Came to an eerie room with countless stone golems, each the size of an Easter Island statue, moving slowly in the dark, scrubbing stone troughs, crucibles, transporting worms, and stones like workers in front of an assembly line.

There is a pipe in the deepest part of the cavern, and inside it flows like a waterfall with an unknown transparent liquid.

"What is this, the Underworld Chemical Factory?"

Miller asked in a whisper.

"I don't know...... Don't speak. Hoffa and Barty Jr. slowly climbed over the pipe at the top, trying not to attract the attention of the stone golems.

However, those puppets were all dumbfounded, unconscious, only working mechanically, and did not care about the two people who climbed over the top.

Following the pipe, climbing through the workshop-like cave, they entered a downward spiral passage. Soon, the road came to an end, and the front suddenly opened up,

They came to the top of a crypt, which was still the same as last time, dilapidated and gorgeous, with some stone cabinets and belongings on display, except for the oversized crucible that they had seen before, which looked much more spacious.

A translucent, silver-haired ghost floated around the room, rummaging through rows of stone cabinets, silent.

Seeing that back, Miller gasped and groaned, "God, how many years..."

Boom!!

The tower shook twice, and dust fell from the top of the crypt.

Even from a distance, Hoffa could feel his body violently pounding into the crypt outside, and the situation was getting worse.

Without time for Miller and Aglaia to catch up, Hoffa leaped from a great height to the ground and hurried to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia, Aglaia?"

Hoffa raised his hand, for fear of causing some misunderstanding, "Listen, it's me." Even though I have changed my body, you have created so many bodies, you can surely understand that it is just skin. ”

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, just picked and chose in front of the cabinet, ignoring the three people coming to the room, and also turned a deaf ear to the violent vibrations outside, as if nothing that happened was taken to heart by her, and it was cold and frightening.

Huo Fa continued at great speed: "I participated in the game of the Grim Reaper, and I had to defeat three opponents, and now I have reached the second opponent, but I have some problems.

I want to ask, can you prepare a pair of septic potions for me, if you need time, Miller and I can drag it for you, if you need materials, I can make little Barty ....."

"Get out of the way. ”

The silver-haired ghost floated past Hoffa's body, her arms moving, and the stone golems in the room followed her movements, moving things around the crypt room.

"Aglaia, I don't have time. I know, you're good at potions....."

"Get out of the way. ”

The silver-haired ghost interrupted Hoffa with no saltiness.

No matter how patient Huo Fa was, he couldn't help jumping to his feet at this time, "I'm saving you, can you talk to me normally." He said frantically, following the silver-haired ghost.

Miller suddenly opened his mouth, "You're not Aglaia. ”

"What," Hofa was startled, "what are you talking nonsense?"

"The person I know is not like you, she is enthusiastic, more positive than anyone else, so positive that I hate her, but even so, it doesn't stop me from admiring her. Miller continued: "You are not her, that quality imprinted in the soul cannot be changed, you are too negative. ”

"What?"

Hofa was startled, and he quickly turned his head to look at the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost rarely stopped what he was doing, and also looked at Hoffa, there was some kind of inexplicable luster in those blue ghost-like eyes.

"No ......"

Hoffa shook his head slowly: "I know who she is, and I know who she is." ”

"Then why did she see that I didn't react at all," Miller shouted angrily, "Hey, I'm also her best friend's brother, and I've been through what you've been through together!"

Bang!!

With a tooth-aching sound, a pair of blood-red palms slammed into the crack in the door of the crypt room. The hands of the muscles burst out, and the iron door of the room was forcibly divided to both sides.

The iron gate outside the cave stopped Hoffa and Miller, but not the Children of the Night God. Miller stopped talking, and Hoffa and Barty Jr. leaned close together, raising their right hands. In this small space, they could barely retreat from that monster.

"You two, take ten steps to the left and go around to the back of the cabinet. ”

The silver-haired ghost gave orders without raising his head.

"What?"

Barty Jr. hadn't reacted yet, "You're talking to me?"

"Hmm. ”

She said succinctly.

"Hey, what do you mean?" said little Barty angrily, "I think Mr. Bach came to this place specifically for you, can you be better?"

"Shut up. ”

Hoffa quickly covered little Barty's mouth to prevent him from speaking, and then, I don't know if it was his delusion, he felt that Aglaia's tone was much softer than just now.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, so he pulled little Barty and went around to the back of the cabinet.

As soon as it went around to the back of the cabinet, there was a loud bang, and the iron door of the crypt was completely torn in half by the son of the night god, and it burrowed sideways. Gray-haired and golden-eyed, with blood on his upper body and eyes as ferocious as a beast, he searched everywhere as soon as he entered the door.

Hoffa hid behind the cabinet and shouted, "Aglaia, that's not me, it's the Grim Reaper's body, don't be mistaken." ”

"What time is it, you are still thinking about her, and you are crazy. ”

Miller said angrily, "Think about how to escape!!"

The son of the night god immediately located Hoffa behind the stone cabinet, and with a stroke of his footsteps, he came to Hoffa almost in the blink of an eye, and reached out to him.

"Circle the cabinet three times clockwise. ”

The faint voice of the silver-haired ghost reached Hoffa's ears.

Hoffa immediately pulled little Barty around the cabinet, although the son of the night god was infinitely powerful, but without rational control, it didn't seem that his brain was too bright, and he didn't catch it with one hand, he also followed Hoffa around the back of the cabinet.

As soon as he finished three laps, he heard the silver-haired ghost in the distance say again: "Walk twenty steps to the right, stay where you are, and don't move." ”

Hoffa hurriedly pulled little Barty out of the cabinet with a bewildered face, and little Barty looked back in disbelief, seeing that they had all left the cabinet, and the son of the night god was still circling around the cabinet, which looked a little funny.

Twenty paces to the right was a broken carpet, and the last time he visited, Hoffa remembered that there was a cauldron here, but this time he didn't.

After a dozen circles, the son of the night god found that Hoffa was gone, and the violent one smashed the stone cabinet in front of him with a fist, and slowly walked towards Hoffa with a fist.

However, due to too many circles, it was dizzy and did not walk as fast as it had at the beginning, but staggered as if it was drunk.

"What's next?"

Hoffa looked at the guy who was staggering close to him, and asked Aglaia sideways.

"Don't move. ”

She didn't look back, she kept picking and choosing among the piles of bottles and cans, and that look made Hoffa's heart burn.

But at this moment, there was a muffled bang. A heavy object fell from the sky and smashed into the head of the son of the night god with precision.

Hoffa looked up, and it turned out that the stone puppet had taken the cleaned cauldron back and placed it in its place, and the place where it was put down happened to be where the son of the night god passed?

What's going on, did Aglaia expect it to take that position?

Hoffa couldn't help but feel a little absurd.

It's just that it's too unrealistic to use a big crucible to smash the body that has been blessed by the night god......

Sure enough, the oversized crucible shook twice, made a crisp sound, and was directly pierced from the bottom by the son of the night god. He crawled on the edge of the crucible and was about to crawl out.

"Aglaia, it's out of trouble!!"

Hoffa shouted loudly.

"What kind of plane? I'll have to do it myself!"

Miller quickly raised his right hand and began to chant and cast spells.

But the silver-haired ghost freed up a hand and snapped his fingers with his back to the cauldron.

Whoa!

The tall stone golem opened the pipe.

A stream of clear liquid fell from the high pipe and landed in the crucible, filling the cauldron in the blink of an eye.

The Son of the Night God in the cauldron let out a terrible wail, and was swept into its body by the clear liquid, and its body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First skin, then flesh, then bones and organs, it struggled and roared in the cauldron. But it didn't stop the body from melting.

In less than three seconds, it was completely fused into a skeleton.

Hoffa watched in amazement as the clear liquid of the cauldron gradually turned blood red. I watched as the blood-red skeleton's palm was raised on the surface of the cauldron, gradually sinking, and finally it could no longer make a sound.

Barty Jr. and Miller were also dumbfounded, staring at the crucible on the ground, unable to say a word for a long time.

Hoffa held his breath and walked over to the crucible, and when he looked inside, he saw that the blood-red crucible was bubbling out, and there were some bone fragments tumbling inside. However, the bone fragments were quickly dissolved, and the cauldron finally fell into complete calm. I'm afraid I won't be able to resurrect it again.

"That's Heras Varger's gastric juice, don't touch it. ”

With a warning to him, the silver-haired ghost floated away again, rummaging through her precious stone cabinet. From the beginning to the end, she didn't turn around, not even glance at the son of the night god.

After a while, Hoffa turned his head mechanically, looked at Aglaia with an indifferent face, and asked hoarsely, "You... What exactly have you been through???"