Helheim, little Barty looked at the noisy ring building in the distance.

"What is that place?"

"Arena. ”

Hoffa subconsciously replied, "The Eternal Arena, the stage prepared by the Grim Reaper for the undead." ”

"How do you know?"

Barty Jr. looked at Hoffa strangely.

Huo Fa was stunned for a moment, and then became curious, yes, how could he know. It's as if this knowledge has been drilled into one's own head out of thin air, waiting for others to ask questions.

Countless stream of ghost water flowed past the two of them and flowed towards the ring arena, whispering as they fluttered, "Who will the Grim Reaper ask to perform this time?"

"I don't know, I heard that he is a great Englishman who has been in the underworld for a long time. ”

"How long, how long?"

"More than two hundred years, to say the least. ”

"It's a shame that the Grim Reaper can still remember it. ”

"Who knows, it's going to look good anyway. ”

......

After the ghost floated by, little Barty said to Hoffa with some excitement, "Let's go and see, Mr. Bach." ”

Hoffa nodded, and they followed the spirits into the huge Circle Arena, much like the Colosseum, with stacks of stone benches high and unknown flags fluttering on top.

The only difference is that the sand and gravel in the center of the ring is scarlet, and I don't know how much blood it is soaked in, even if you don't have a sense of smell, you can sense the bloody gas contained in the sand.

Looking at the scarlet sand, Hoffa couldn't help but shudder, and he actually had a sense of cruelty in the face of the avenue.

At this moment, he thought of the primitive humans who sacrificed children and virgins to the gods in ancient times, the bloody altars and the butcher's knives held high. Times may have changed, but humanity's place in the world has never changed. It's like a play on stage, trying to please the audience. And this land of the dead is the stage that belongs to the god of death. Maybe the real world is the stage that belongs to God.

On the ring-shaped high field, countless floating ghosts shouted in unison from above, and their posture was more fanatical than when they appeared in the shadowy underground.

Hoffa shuttled through the ghosts, secretly surprised in his heart, this scene is better than the previous Quidditch World Cup, if all the living people are replaced by ghosts, it is almost the pomp of the Quidditch World Cup. With so many ghosts gathered here, what are you going to do?

Bang!!

As if to answer his doubts, there was a sound of balloons exploding. Countless colorful streamers fell from the sky.

A huge clown balloon head suddenly burst out of the stands in the middle of the ghost, and on the clown balloon head, sat a big black man four meters tall, the black man wore gold and silver, held a microphone, and his excited white teeth could be seen even from afar.

Hoffa recognized him, and the guy sitting on the clown balloon was none other than Arvada, the servant of the Grim Reaper.

"Welcome back to the Eternal Arena and watch the game of mortals and gods!!"

Arvada held the microphone and made an extremely loud voice: "Everyone who comes to this arena will face three opponents, and after defeating three opponents, they can leave this world, and even let the god of death fulfill one of their wishes." ”

Along with Arvada's words, countless ghosts erupted into extremely fanatical cries as if they had drunk nitroglycerin, and little Barty was infected by this atmosphere, and also lay on his stomach in the stands and shouted feverishly.

Hoffa is quite calm, it turns out that these people are here to visit the Grim Reaper game, could it be that in addition to himself, the Grim Reaper invited other people?

Arvada stood up on the balloon and said in a very heroic manner, "Next, we have please, from Davis Sawyer in 1864!!"

Bang

With the sound of armor clashing, on the edge of the sand, a tall, armor-clad knight stepped out, with a steady and impressive pace.

Hoffa recognized the armor the moment he saw it, wasn't it the guy who served by Aglaia's side. Why did he also come to participate in the game of the Grim Reaper?

I heard Arvada standing on the balloon, pointing to the armor below, and said with great interest: "Davis Sawyer is an Englishman who was born into a bankrupt family and his father was killed by the enemy. In order to make a living, he hunted lions and sold slaves in Africa alone, and after making enough money to return to England to fight his enemies, he was exiled to the American colonies for raping the judge's daughter, where he killed tens of thousands of Indians and became a famous plantation owner at the time. ”

"Shhhhh

Arvada told the life of the man in the dueling arena like a treasure, but the ghost of the audience, made a sarcastic voice, and he didn't know what he was mocking, and Hoffa couldn't understand it.

Sitting on the balloon, Arvada cheerfully continued:

"Now, in this soul-seeking battle, will this man be able to defeat his former formidable foe and fulfill his long-cherished wish? Let's wait and see, now—the first opponent of the first Davis Sawyer, one of the most dangerous magical creatures from the Savage Wizarding World, the Griffin!!"

Roar!

As soon as the words fell, the iron cage on the other side of the sand was smashed in a flash, and a huge monster with a length of eight meters, the body of a lion, the head and wings of an eagle rushed out. Spread its razor-sharp beak and take the armored knight on the other half of the sand.

The Knight in Armor was immediately torn apart by the griffin, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh was flying, and the ghosts in the stands let out bloody cheers.

Hofa looked at the blood rushing on the sand, and couldn't help but ask a middle-aged ghost beside him.

"How did that guy's body come about?"

The middle-aged man's ghost stared intently at the gladiatorial arena and said loudly, "If you want a body, you can go to the underground lair to find a witch, she will not refuse, and she will definitely be able to fulfill your request." ”

"His body was taken from her too?"

"Of course. ”

"But didn't that body melt away in a while?"

"It's all an ordinary body, and if the witch wants to, she can give you an iron body. The man said excitedly: "But the price is not ordinary, let alone working for her for fifty years." ”

"Why is she constantly refining her body?"

Hoffa asked his most perplexing question, which Aglaia had never given him an answer to.

But the middle-aged ghost just shook his head: "No one knows what the witch is thinking. ”

After saying that, he suddenly screamed wildly, looking extremely excited, and the other ghosts also shouted wildly with him.

It turned out that the knight in armor in the middle of the sand had defeated the giant griffin and disemboweled, leaving its intestines and organs flowing all over the sand.

Hofa looked at the blood on the sand, a little lacking in interest, he always felt that something was wrong, which made him not want to watch the duel at all.

It takes fifty years of work to change a body, and this armored man named Davis Sawyer has actually worked for Aglaia for fifty years?

Thinking of Aglaia's cold attitude towards himself, the more Hoffa thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, could it be... Green?

Arvada's excited voice came from high above the clown balloon: "Behold, the most valiant warrior of the nineteenth century, Davis Sawyer, in his first game, defeated the most ferocious griffon, like any other monster in his life, without difficulty. However, Davis defeated countless foreign objects in his life, but he was addicted to lust, and although he had countless women, he was eventually bitten off by three Indian women and bled to death because of a drunken and promiscuous sex. ”

"Hahahahaha......"

The ghosts in the dueling arena let out a burst of laughter, but Hoffa bit his lip and clenched his fists, he was still a womanizer, what kind of kindness could this kind of person be when he stayed by Aglaia's side?

The armoured man in the sand stood still, his chest rising and falling violently in the middle of the griffin's guts.

Arvada teased, "In the midst of this feast for the soul, the Grim Reaper has prepared for him not only powerful monsters, but of course, tempting delicacies. ”

As he spoke, the griffon's corpse in the sand turned into red smoke and swirled into the air.

Hoffa thought there was going to be some monster, but it didn't, and the red smoke swirled and precipitated, turning into a western dance hall with red light. In the dance hall, several beautiful women walked towards the armored knight with wine bottles, and their posture was extremely enchanting.

The ghosts in the stands let out loud boos again, excitedly anticipating.

The man in armor on the sand was not excited, he stood in the red-lit ballroom, and retreated cautiously, as if he were facing some wild beast. Stepping back, a steel pipe wrapped around his beautiful legs appeared behind him without warning, and he crashed into it and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The slender thighs slipped off the steel pipe like a python, and there was a beautiful woman, who climbed on the armor, and the man named Davis seemed to be petrified, and let one of the women remove his armor, and the woman spat out her long tongue and stuck it into his mouth, and the woman's tongue was so long that the hairs on the back of Hoffa's back stood up.

But the other ghosts watching were so excited that they even stood up one after another, their necks stretched out.

The armor is getting less and less, and the tongue is getting longer and longer.

Suddenly, the stiff knight moved, and there was a violent noise in the sand, and Davis jerked the woman lying on top of him open, pulling out the tongue in his throat at least half a meter long.

This action was like lighting a fuse, and the three beautiful women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time, and threw him to the ground, he hit one of the three people on the head, knocking the other party unconscious, but in the blink of an eye, he was thrown to the ground by the other two people, holding down the armor and knocking wildly, tearing off the iron sheet on his body layer by layer, and after tearing off the iron sheet, revealing the bright red flesh behind it. The two women lay on his bright red wound and sucked it heavily. While sucking, more individuals are split, and from a distance, it looks like a swarm of leeches, and the picture is shocking.

"More people beat less?"

Hoffa asked in surprise as he looked at the man in the crowd who was struggling in the pile of women.

"It doesn't matter, there are no superfluous rules here, and there is no need for any so-called fairness, the Grim Reaper never cares about the process, only about the result. ”

The middle-aged ghost beside him said excitedly: "You can find any teammates, any help, as long as you can find it, you can use everyone in the world as a meat shield, and the Grim Reaper will not mind." ”

"Has anyone ever won?"

"I don't know. ”

The middle-aged man shrugged noncommittally, I don't know anyway. But maybe this game, Davis Sawyer looks like he's going to lose. ”

In just a few seconds of speaking, almost half of Davis's flesh and blood had been eaten.

Hoffa looked at the center of the field, and for some reason, two voices rose in his heart at once, a faint voice expressing sympathy for him, and a louder voice cheering.

This guy has been with Aglaia for fifty years, and it would be cheaper for him to die like this. If you are afraid, you are afraid that there is no death in the world of the dead.

He was secretly thinking about it, but the man who fell on the sand struggled to his feet, and an unknown flame burned all over him. The flame was a faint blue color, guarding him, and the woman who wrapped around him was burned to ashes in an instant when she touched the flame, and the screams disappeared.

"He won, he won the second opponent!"

"Behold, the man has overcome carnal desires, what has helped him to overcome them!?

Arvada stood up from the balloon, "Let's take a look at Sir Davis Sawyer's thinking. ”

As he spoke, several bubbles appeared on the head of the man standing on the sand in embarrassment, and the bubbles became bigger and bigger.

Finally, a picture appears in the bubble, in which he is reborn from a large cauldron, and a cold-faced transparent silver-haired girl controls a stone golem and sticks pieces of red-hot armor to him.

"It's love, oh hell, it's love, in Helheim!"

Arvada exclaimed, exaggeratedly, "More than two hundred years of companionship have made him fall in love with the object of his service, the cold witch, the flesh-maker in the dark lair. ”

Countless ghosts let out a piercing boo, which was the sound of gossip. Hoffa's face was gloomy and dripping, and the boos were infinitely amplified in his mind, so harsh.

"Hahaha, so, before the final matchup, I would like to interview Mr. Davis Sawyer, what are your wishes?"

"I'm going to free her from endless reincarnation. ”

The bloodied man shouted as he looked at Arvada sitting on the balloon, "Let her go, you devils!!"

"You love her! tell me, don't you?"

"I love her, and no one loves her more than I do. ”

Davis roared with a hideous face.

Rumble!!

As if his mind had been ignited by something, a certain slandered anger rushed to the top door, and he stood up abruptly from the stands, roaring like thunder: "You dare!"

"Hahaha,"

Arvada laughed maniacally, "yes, yes, yes, that's it!"

He held up the microphone and pointed his fingers feverishly at the stands. Countless lights instantly gathered on Hoffa, who stood up.

"Now, please, the youngest legendary wizard from the wizarding world, who chased his lover from the world of the living to the land of the dead - the traveling mage Hoffa Bach!"

Arvada: "Let's see, this showdown between love and love. ”

Driven by emotion, Hoffa left the stands step by step. Little Barty hurriedly stopped Hoffa, he was surprisingly calm, "Mr. Bach, we have to find a way to get out of here first!"

Where can Hoffa still hear little Barty's words, he just wants to tear the "rival in love" in front of him alive.

At this time, the middle-aged ghost on the side said beside Little Barty: "Ha, what are you kid thinking, let him go, win the game of the Grim Reaper, don't be too simple for you to leave." ”

The other ghosts also chimed in: "It's the last opponent, it's too much of a loss to give up like this." ”

Barty Jr.'s eyes widened: "If you win, this guy can leave?"

"Of course, Arvada is the spokesman of death, and he never lies. ”

As soon as little Barty heard this, he immediately made way for Hoffa, and even shouted after him: "Come on, Mr. Bach, I will help you." ”

However, this sentence, like Barty Jr.'s obstruction, was not listened to by Hoffa. He reached the center of the dueling arena, where the sand rustled beneath his feet, and the cheers of the spirits disappeared in a moment, never to be heard again. All he could see was the broken flesh and armor of Davis Sawyer in front of him.

The two stood facing each other for less than a few seconds, Davis moved first, he ran directly without saying a word, and Hoffa also directly opened his mental power to the maximum, and the sand under his feet rolled and surged like a river, engulfing Davis in the blink of an eye.

The sand rubbed against Davis's flesh as he burst out of the sand with both hands and feet, and rushed towards Hoffa unrecognizable, forming a wall of spikes on his path, sandwiching between the sides and the middle.

This time his face was cold, and he didn't spare the slightest hand.

The massive spiked wall shattered Davis's armor and flesh with every impact, but it didn't stop him, and he desperately rushed towards where Hoffa stood.

Huo Fafa kept retreating, distancing himself from him, he knew that there was no death in the realm of the dead, so he could only hope that he could destroy his body.

But the man was surprisingly resilient, and no matter what shape Hoffa took to destroy the sand, he could always rise from the stormy onslaught and approach him unrelentingly.

Eventually, Hoffa was pushed to the edge of the sand and leaned against the stands of the dueling arena.

Davis, who didn't have much flesh and skin on his body and only had a skeleton left, broke through the last barrier, hung on Hoffa suddenly, put his arms around his shoulders, and roared in his ear with difficulty: "It's not what you think, she's like a mother to me....."

"Mother, your uncle," Hoffa was annoyed, "she's not half your age. ”

With that, the sand turned into a fist and punched Davis away.

The ghosts in the stands let out cheers of excitement.

With cheers, Hoffa controlled the sand and pressed Davis against the Roman pillar of the dueling arena, and roared: "Say, why is she so cold to me, does it have anything to do with you?"

"Throw in the towel," Davis said sadly with a bloody face. "As long as you throw in the towel and let me finish the game of death, I'll tell you everything. ”

Hoffa sneered: "Why didn't you say it the last time you threw me out." ”

"I only remembered when I threw you, but it's too late, hurry up and admit defeat, as long as you admit defeat......" Davis's lips squirmed, and his voice became more and more urgent: "As long as you admit defeat, we still have hope, otherwise none of us can win." ”

Hoffa was relieved from his emotions and looked carefully at the bloody man in front of him, his eyes were so earnest, so anxious. There really seems to be something unspeakable.

He was not stupid, everything that had just happened had happened under the influence of violent emotions, and Aglaia's indifference to him had deepened this anxiety, but when you thought about it, some kind of looming, ubiquitous control was like a big invisible hand, pushing him forward towards an invisible end.

Hoffa: "Not what I thought it would be?"

"No," Davis looked at him anxiously, "Quick, hurry up and admit defeat, we only have this one chance..."

Hoffa hesitated, but unraveled the Transfiguration little by little.

However.

Bang!!

With a muffled sound, a stone appeared out of place and landed heavily on Davis's head, smashing his head in half. The brains are all flowing out.

His unexpected blow stunned Hoffa, Davis's anxious expression froze, and his head tilted feebly, revealing the face of an excited person behind him.

"Mr. Bach!"

Little Barty was holding on to a rock, excited as if he were invited, "I did it, I did it, how about it? Did we finish the game of the Grim Reaper?"

Hoffa looked at Davis, who was slumped to the ground, unable to say a word.

"Shhhhh

The ghosts in the stands let out a shrill boo, expressing disdain for the act.

"A close matchup, but an unexpected defeat. ”

A huge clown's head balloon floated from the stands, and Arvada said in a very regretful voice: "This game teaches us that sometimes it is really important to have a competent and caring servant. ”

The clown balloon floated above the sand of the dueling arena and stopped, and Arvada floated from the balloon to the ground.

"Tut-tut, another loser......"

He stood in front of Davis, whose head was smashed in half, and said emotionlessly: Since you have come to participate in this game, you already know the outcome of failure. ”

The man lying on the ground had his head cracked and could not speak, he swallowed blood and stared at Hoffa with eyes of extreme pain.

Hoffa saw his eyes clearly, and it was a deep helplessness.

But why was he helpless? He didn't have time to ask.

The giant clown balloon was strapped to Davis's body and flew upwards with him. Blood fell like lines, and Hoffa's gaze followed the man little by little, until he disappeared into the air, without a trace.

It is clear where he went, and a few kilometers above the gladiatorial arena is the path of thorns, and those who fail in the eternal arena will be hung on the path of thorns.

After doing all this, Arvada turned around, "Mr. Bach, it's all here, do you want to continue playing?"