Death Mysteries - Helheim.

In the ice-blue sky, the ice and snow kept falling, and disappeared without a trace before they landed. The mist rises from the abyss, accompanied by the eerie and soft sound of bells, silently filling the lower levels of the world.

Between the snow and the mist, an eye with blood-colored tentacles floated on the bridge deck, and in front of the blood-colored eyes, Hoffa, who had just landed, was surrounded by hundreds of people.

The men were all wearing strange birdcages and black robes, and stood on the ground like obsidian sculptures. There was curiosity in their eyes, they were wary, they were inquisitive, but there was no friendliness.

Fallen into the den of thieves.

The picture in front of him was chilling, he realized what was going on, no wonder Grindelwald was nowhere to be seen, and his men were also elusive, it turned out that they were not in the real world at all, but hidden in the mysterious realm of death. Look at the stance, what big moves are these people preparing.

As the minutes ticked by, the two sides of the confrontation were motionless, and Hoffa's Adam's apple swayed up and down. Cold sweat slowly trickled down his head. There are no shadows in the Realm of Death, and there is no moon of the god of the night, and he is no match for so many people here.

Under the gaze of thousands of people, Hoffa slowly took a step back, and everyone's eyes followed his steps, quietly looking very strange.

Boom.

Hit something the back.

He looked back and found himself bumping into the chest of a man, a strong man over two meters tall.

"Where are you going? ”

The strong man looked down at him, and his eyes behind the iron cage were like stagnant water: "Stay here." ”

"How did you survive from World War II to the present?"

Hoffa's heart was pounding, but on the surface he was still like no one.

"We're in a cage just like you. ”

Another man in black replied to him, and as he spoke, about ten men in black silently surrounded him and formed a circle around him.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Find a way to get out of jail. ”

A man in black pointed to the cage on his head: "Do you want to come along?"

Syllable!

Hoffa turned abruptly, pushed away the strong man in front of him, and rushed to the eye behind him. He wanted to go back to the real world through the exit, and this action was like lighting a fuse. The black-clad men who stood like sculptures moved at the same time, and the zombies surrounded him like a siege, and surrounded him in the blink of an eye.

The soles of his feet couldn't be greased, Huo Fa waved his arm directly without saying a word, and a lightning whip appeared in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the lightning flashed, and dozens of people in black were blown up by the electricity.

The others stepped back in unison, carefully distancing themselves from him.

The blow was successful, but Hoffa was not happy at all. Although he has a human form now, he is only a kind of spiritual body, his body has been left in the real world, there is no powerful body, and it is not like the last time he came, with a magic wand in his hand, which can be transformed into various weapons.

Soon, he will be exhausted.

The black-clothed man who was blown up by the electric electricity slowly got up from the ground, and this amount was a drop in the bucket for them.

At this time, Hoffa suddenly felt a tightness in his waist, and someone hugged him from behind, and he turned around and smashed away the man who hugged him, but the other man in black lifted the chain on his arm and strangled his throat.

The man in black who strangled him whispered in his ear: "Maybe Mr. Bach is enjoying this prison and does not want to leave. ”

"Uh....."

A feeling of suffocation came over him, and Hoffa closed his eyes, and the body of the guy who spoke twitched, and he was electrified into charcoal.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the crowd of black oppressors rushed up one after another like a torrent, crushing him to the cold bridge deck in the thick mist.

The lightning kept flickering, but those people were not afraid of death, one after another, they densely pressed the Hofa under them, in unison, with neat movements, like a sophisticated machine, and like ants gnawing at locusts.

He was pressed to the ground without any fancy feelings, and the moment he was pressed down, an iron cage was put on his head, and suddenly, Hoffa, who was trapped in the cage, once again sensed the power of the Void Dragon, in this abyss, the huge spiritual power could devour almost all souls.

His spirit languished, and the current no longer flickered.

The cold wind of Helheim became extremely biting at this moment, almost blowing him to death.

"Puppet Charm, who's controlling you? Is it Grindelwald?"

Hoffa was pressed down by dozens of men in black, and his soul was frozen.

"You'll know. ”

After the man in black finished speaking, Hoffa, who was pressed to the ground, saw where he came from, next to the floating blood-eye portal, several men in black pulled out the chains from their waists, took a step forward on the left and right, firmly bound to the eyes, and pulled left and right.

The squeezed blood-eye portal instantly twisted, engorged, and let out a heartbreaking moan.

"Let it go!"

Hofa's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to get up hard, but more black-clothed people rushed up one after another, some of them pressed Hofa, and some of them took out the chains, and they continued to step forward, locking the blood-eye portal.

Finally, with a pop pop!!

Under the pull of nearly 100 people, the Bloody Eye Portal burst out countless blood water, splashed on the bridge deck of Helheim, turned into a puddle of broken glass, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

In the cold wind of Helheim, Hoffa was stunned.

Just a minute ago, he had made an appointment with Miller to go back as soon as the time was up, but less than a minute after he landed, the portal to return was destroyed.

Left behind in the underworld?

Can't get out?

What's the difference between that and dying?

His mind was a little confused.

Countless men in black dragged him up, pushing and dragging him with all hands and feet, like leaves pinned up by ants, silently advancing in the thick fog.

He didn't go far before he saw a high platform on the bridge, on which there was a blood-eyed portal larger than the eye he had made, and under the portal, there stood a white-haired man, who stood with his hands in his hands.

This guy ...... Recognizing Grindelwald, Hoffa's already cold heart fell to the bottom in an instant.

There are no shadows in the world of the Grim Reaper, there is no ghost wandering, not only that, but he has also lost his body, and he does not feel the blessing of the power of the god of the night, and now the only thing he has at his disposal is the power of Transfiguration and the Thunderbird, but only these two powers are decisive and cannot defeat Grindelwald.

Grindelwald glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze:

"Wait a minute, until I'm done with the soul of this city. ”

He looked as calm as he did at a party, going to the bathroom, and was not surprised by Hoffa's arrival.

The man in black held him motionless.

Hoffa followed Grindelwald's eyes, and through the pupils of the blood-eye portal, he saw that outside the portal was a crowded city stock exchange in an unknown city, and countless people were crowded into the exchange, staring directly at the data on the display.

Suddenly, a burst of blinding green light erupted in the crowded stock exchange. Several men in black blew themselves up in the crowd and opened the gates of Helheim at the same time.

Those who watched the data were blown by the cold wind of Helheim, and their eyes quickly drifted away, and then, countless transparent points of light floated in from the portal and fell into the underworld, numbering in the thousands. As the point of light fell into Helheim, it turned into one figure after another, old and young, male and female.

They landed and floated in the cold wind, staring at each other, completely unaware of what was happening.

It wasn't until they saw the giant eagle entrenched in the distance that they covered their faces and let out an exclamation of surprise, an instinctive fear engraved in their bones.

Grindelwald opened his mouth to blow, and the helpless ghosts drifted away like dandelions, disappearing into the thick fog in a wave of wails.

"You're ...... What to do?"

Hoffa couldn't help but shout.

"Wake up the world. ”

After doing all this, Grindelwald turned from the high platform: "The Half-Human King has dragged the world into a dream for I don't know how many years, it's time to wake up." ”

"Wake up the world. ”

Hoffa looked at the ghosts flying in the sky and groaned, "How many people have you killed......?"

"300,000," Grindelwald snapped his fingers: "Seriously calculate, twenty countries, more than 300,000 people, not much, but don't worry, when I completely open the passage between the mysterious realm of death and the real world, I will drag all the souls of the world into Helheim and bring them a new life with another plane." ”

"Are you crazy?"

Hoffa looked at him with an incomprehensible gaze, "Who told you it was a dream, Grindelwald, what do you have in your head?"

Grindelwald waved his hand, the two men in black knelt down, and in the blink of an eye, they sacrificed their bodies to ashes, and in return, another huge bloody eye appeared on the high platform, and Grindelwald once again opened a flash of portal to the real world.

Through the portal, Hoffa saw the streets of a foreign city, probably a subway in Tokyo, where countless men wore suits and bow ties, pulled the rings on the train, and staggered.

Several men dressed in black and wearing birdcages passed by them, holding magic wands and waving slowly in the carriage, but the men and women in the tram turned a blind eye to the men in black beside them, and some simply closed their eyes and did not make the slightest sound.

Even when the Men in Black set up the corrosive potion at the station, they moved their feet so that the Men in Black could place the corrosive potion under their feet.

Grindelwald said, "If it's not a dream, why don't those people perceive danger?"

If it weren't for the dream, wouldn't people in reality notice our strange costumes?

If it's not a dream, who doesn't care about the death of someone close at hand?

If it's not a dream, who would turn a blind eye to the endless flow of magic?"

Grindelwald continued to ask, and Hoffa didn't know how to answer for a while. He looked at the indifferent faces in the subway outside the portal, how similar they were to the controlled humans that the nightmare god had brought him to see in his dreams.

Are you really in a dream world?

"No... No way!"

Hoffa clutched his head, he had dreamed that the absurd and bizarre scene and the one he had experienced were completely two different experiences.

"No way. ”

He looked up at Grindelwald, "Those people have only been living in peace for a long time, and there are many people who have noticed your movements, Alastor Moody, Dundedo, Nicol Lemay, ......"

Grindelwald: "Dumbledore perceives what, Nicol Lemay knows, each of them has his own business, each has his own thoughts, and is destined not to grieve for anything other than himself, nor to perceive the wailing and struggles of other lives." This is an innate original sin. ”

"You're here again, isn't that normal?"

Hofa's heart suddenly swelled with deep disgust and disgust, and he sneered disdainfully: "Why do you always have to care about others? If you open your mouth, you are a crooked way, how can others have a fart relationship with you? Do bitch things and set up a torii for yourself? You are really the most shameless terrorist!"

"Don't be in a hurry to scold me, I can feel your thoughts. ”

Grindelwald shrugged and calmly pointed to the cage above his head, "You only hate me because I tricked Fatil into killing my own daughter." As for why 300,000 people disappeared, you don't feel it, 3 million, 30 million, 300 million, 3 billion, what does it have to do with you, it's just a number. They have nothing to do with you, they don't pass by you at all. They are not even creatures of the same world as you. ”

"Old thing!"

Hoffa took a step back, the indissoluble disgust in his heart made him clench his fists, he didn't want to have any communication with Grindelwald at all now, let alone change his mind, he just wanted to kill him directly, but his ability was too weak in the underworld.

Grindelwald waved his hand, and the man in black let go of his arms and limbs, and the tide receded like a tide.

"Whether the world is a dream or not, for us, it's actually like a dream, and what you see is just a video, a few moving pictures. A hundred years of life have taught me that people don't grieve because they die with someone they don't want to do, they don't ......"

Hoffa's face turned pale, "Shut up, why are you so verbose?"

Grindelwald didn't mean to shut up at all: "Stress, competition, reproduction, survival, greed, this original sin will one day turn reality into hell." To be honest, if I could kill three billion people, the rest of the living would be grateful to me, for doing what they wanted to do but never dared to do, and for helping them reduce the pressure of survival. ”

"Shut up ....."

Hoffa lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

Grindelwald stood on the bridge of Helheim, looked at the giant eagle phantom in the distance, and whispered: "The best and the most evil are originally two sides of the same coin, and I have always hoped that people can learn to understand each other from suffering. But I was wrong, I learned one thing from the battle with the Centaur King, no one really cares about anything other than themselves, and no one can overcome the innate instinct to seek pleasure. Such a powerless and indifferent world makes me feel disgusted, so I should simply destroy it. ”

"I'm so annoying to you!!"

Hoffa grabbed the cage in his head that was used to imprison his powers, tore it in half, and then- Ahh

He suddenly raised his hand and shot an electric current at Grindelwald, but he reacted very quickly to dodge, only to smash the high platform under him.

Hoffa roared, "So that's what you really think, the real world can't accommodate a stupid freak like you, so why don't you just start a new one!? Why do you never think about your own problems!?"