315 Chapter 37

Death Mystery - Helheim.

In the icy blue sky, ice and snow kept falling, disappearing without a trace before landing. The mist rises from the abyss, accompanied by the eerie and gentle sound of bells, silently permeating the entire lower layer of the world.

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

Those people all wore weird birdcages and black robes, standing on the ground like an obsidian sculpture. There is curiosity, vigilance, and exploration in their eyes, but they are not friendly.

Come out of the den of thieves.

The scene in front of him was chilling. He realized what was going on. No wonder Grindelwald was missing, and his subordinates were also elusive. It turned out that they were not in the real world at all, but hidden in the mysterious realm of death. Judging by the posture, these people are preparing for a big move.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two confronting parties remained motionless, and Hoffa's Adam's apple twitched up and down. Cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead. There is no shadow in the mysterious realm of death, and there is no moon of the God of the Night, so he is definitely not the opponent of so many people here.

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

Boom.

His back hit something hard.

Looking back, he found that he had bumped into the chest of a man, a strong man over two meters tall.

"Where are you going? Bach."

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

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

Hoffa's heart was thumping, but he still looked like a normal person on the surface.

"We are in a cage just like you."

Another man in black answered him. While speaking, about ten men in black quietly surrounded him and formed a circle around him.

"Then what are you guys doing here?"

"Find a way to escape from prison."

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

Snapped!

Hoffa turned around abruptly, pushed away the strong man in front of him, and rushed towards the eye behind him. Nothing can be done, he wants to return to the real world from the exit, this action is like lighting the fuse. Those men in black standing like sculptures moved at the same time, wrapping around him like a zombie siege, and surrounded him in the blink of an eye.

Unable to oil the soles of his feet, Hoffa waved his arms without saying a word, and a lightning whip appeared in his hand. In a blink of an eye, the lightning flashed, and dozens of men in black were blasted away by the electric current.

The others retreated in unison, carefully keeping a distance from him.

Hoffa succeeded in one blow, but Hoffa didn't mean to be happy at all. Although he has a human form now, he is only some kind of spiritual body. His body has been left in the real world. He does not have a strong body, let alone the same as last time. He holds a magic wand in his hand and can transform into various weapons.

Soon, he will be at the end of his rope.

The man in black who was blown away by the electric current slowly got up from the ground, this number was a drop in the bucket for them.

At this moment, Hoffa suddenly felt his waist tighten, and someone hugged him tightly from behind. He turned around and smashed the man who was hugging him, but another man in black lifted the chain on his arm and strangled him. Throat.

The man in black who strangled him whispered in his ear: "Maybe Mr. Bach enjoys this prison very much and doesn't want to leave."

"Well"

A sense of suffocation surged, Hoffa closed his eyes, and the talking guy's body twitched, and he was electrocuted into coke.

Let him open his eyes again, only to find that the black crowd rushed up one after another like a torrent, pressing him firmly on the icy bridge in the mist.

The lightning kept flashing, but those people were not afraid of death. One by one, they densely packed Hoffa under their bodies. They walked in unison, moved neatly, and coordinated seamlessly like a precision machine, like a gnaw. Ants eating locusts.

He was pushed down to the ground without fancy like this. The moment he was pushed down, an iron cage was put on his head. Immediately, Hoffa, who was caught in the cage, felt the power of the Void Dragon again. In this abyss, the huge spiritual power can almost devour all souls.

His spirit was sluggish, and the electric current stopped flickering.

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

"Puppet Curse, who is controlling you? Is it Grindelwald?"

Hoffa was pressed down by dozens of men in black, his soul rattling from freezing.

"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 bloody eye portal, several men in black pulled out the chains from their waists, took a step forward on the left and right, and bound them firmly. On the eyes, pull left and right.

The squeezed blood-eye portal instantly distorted, congested with blood, and let out a heartbreaking moan.

"Let go!"

Hoffa's eyes were wide open, trying to get up, but more men in black rushed up one after another. Some of them held down Hoffa, and some took out the chains. They stepped forward continuously, locking the blood eye teleportation Door.

Finally, there was a bang! !

Pulled by nearly a hundred people, the Blood Eye Portal burst out countless blood, sprayed on the bridge deck of Helheim, turned into a puddle of broken glass, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

In the cold wind blowing in Helheim, Hoffa was stunned.

Just a minute ago, he made an appointment with Miller to go back as soon as the time came. As a result, the portal to go back was destroyed less than a minute after landing.

He was left in the underworld?

Can't get out?

What's the difference between that and being dead?

His brain is a little confused.

Countless men in black dragged him up, pushing and dragging him like a leaf being picked up by ants, moving forward silently in the dense fog.

Before he had gone far, he saw a high platform on the bridge. On the high platform was a blood-eye portal that was bigger than the eye he made. Under the portal, there was a white-haired man standing with his hands behind his back.

This guy recognized Grindelwald, and Hoffa's heart, which was already so cold, fell to the bottom instantly.

There is no shadow in the world of the God of Death, and there is no ghost walking. Not only that, he also lost his body, and he can't feel the power of the God of the Night. Now the only thing he can use is the power of Transfiguration and Thunderbird, but only these two This kind of force is determined to be unable to defeat Grindelwald.

Grindelwald glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze:

"Wait a minute, wait until I finish collecting the soul of this city."

He looked as calm as if he said he was going to the bathroom at a party, and he 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, with countless people crowded in the exchange, staring straight at the stock exchange. Follow the data on the display.

Suddenly, a dazzling green light erupted in the crowded stock exchange. Several men in black exploded in the crowd and opened the gate of Helheim at the same time.

The stockholders watching the data were blown by the cold wind in Helheim, and their eyes were quickly distracted. Then, countless transparent light spots floated in from the portal and fell into the underworld. There were thousands of them. After the light spot fell into Helheim, it turned into one figure after another, old or young, male or female.

After they landed, they were floating in the cold wind, looking at each other, completely unaware of what happened.

It wasn't until they saw the giant eagle entrenched in the distance that they covered their faces and exclaimed, which was the instinctive fear engraved in their bones.

Grindelwald opened his mouth and blew, and those helpless ghosts were like dandelions, drifting away with the wind, and disappeared into the thick mist amidst waves of wailing.

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa couldn't help shouting.

"Wake up the world."

After doing all this, Grindelwald turned around from the high platform: "The half-human king has dragged the world into a dream for many years, and it's time to wake up."

"Wake up the world."

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

"300,000," Grindelwald snapped his fingers, "Seriously do the math, 20 countries, more than 300,000 people, it's not too much, but don't worry, when I get through the death I will drag all the souls of the world into Helheim, and bring them a new life from another plane."

"Are you crazy?"

Hoffa looked at him with unreasonable eyes: "Who told you that this was a dream, Grindelwald, what are you thinking about?"

Grindelwald waved his hand, and the two men in black knelt down, and sacrificed their bodies to ashes in a blink of an eye. As a price, another huge blood eye appeared on the high platform, and Grindelwald opened the flash again. Portal to the real world.

Through the portal, Hoffa saw a street in a foreign city, which was probably a certain subway in Tokyo. On the subway, countless men were wearing suits and bow ties, pulling the rings on the tram, swaying.

Several men in black clothes and birdcages walked past them, slowly waving their magic wands in the carriage, but the men and women in the tram ignored the men in black clothes beside them, and some simply closed their eyes , making no sound.

Even when the men in black set up corrosive agents at the station, they moved their feet so that the men in black could put the corrosive agents under their feet.

Grindelwald said: "If it wasn't a dream, why would those people not be aware of the danger coming?

If it wasn't a dream, wouldn't people in reality notice our strange attire?

If it weren't for the dream, who would not care about the death of someone close to him?

If it weren't for dreams, who would turn a blind eye to the endless magic? "

Grindelwald asked questions continuously, and Hoffa didn't know how to answer for a while. He looked at the indifferent faces in the subway outside the portal, and they were so similar to the controlled humans that the Nightmare God brought him to see in his dreams.

Could it be that he is really in a dream world?

"Not impossible!"

Hoffa clutched his head violently. He had a dream, and the absurd and grotesque scene was completely different from what he had experienced.

"impossible."

He looked up at Grindelwald, "Those people have only lived in a peaceful environment for a long time, and there are many people who have noticed your movements, Alastor Moody, Dumbledore, Nicole Flamel "

Grindelwald: "So what if Dumbledore is aware of it, so what if Nicole LeMay knows it, each of them has their own affairs, each has their own thoughts, and they are destined not to feel sad for things other than themselves , and not aware of the wailing and struggle of other beings. This is the original sin of birth."

"Are you here again? Isn't this a normal thing?"

Hoffa suddenly felt strong disgust and resentment welling up in his heart. He sneered with disdain: "Why do you always meddle with others? Opening your mouth is crooked. Why do others have anything to do with you? You have to set yourself up for being a bitch." Archway? You are really the most shameless terrorist!"

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

Grindelwald shrugged, and calmly pointed to the cage above his head, "You hate me only because I tricked Fatil into killing my daughter. As for the three hundred thousand people being wiped out, you don't feel anything, three million , Thirty million, three hundred million, three billion, what does it have to do with you, it’s just a number. They have nothing to do with you, they didn’t pass by you at all. They are not even creatures of the same world as you.”

"Old stuff!"

Hoffa took a step back, and the inextricable hatred in his heart made him clenched his fists. He didn't want to have any communication with Grindelwald at all, let alone change his mind. He just wanted to kill him directly. , but his ability is too weak in the underworld.

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

"Whether the world is a dream or not, for us, it is actually similar to a dream. What you see is just a video, a few moving pictures. A hundred years of life told me that people will not It won’t be sad if someone you don’t want to die dies.”

Hoffa's face was livid, "Shut up! Why are you so verbose?"

Grindelwald didn't mean to shut up at all: "Pressure, competition, reproduction, survival, greed, this original sin will one day turn reality into hell. To be honest, if I can kill three billion people, the rest The living people will be grateful to me, thank me for doing what they want to do but have never dared to do, thank me for helping them relieve the pressure of life."

"Shut up."

Hoffa lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

Standing on the bridge of Helheim, Grindelwald looked at the phantom of the giant eagle in the distance, and said softly: "The best and the worst are two sides of the same body. In the past, I always hoped that people can learn to understand each other from pain." But I was wrong. I learned a little from the battle with the half-human king. No one really cares about things other than themselves. No one can overcome the innate instinct to pursue pleasure. Such a powerless and indifferent world makes me Feel disgusting, just destroy it."

"I'm so annoying to you!!!"

Hoffa grabbed the cage on his head that held his own power, tore it in half, and— blah! !

He suddenly raised his hand and shot an electric current at Grindelwald, but he dodged it very quickly, only blowing the high platform under him to pieces.

Hoffa roared: "So this is what you really think. The real world can't tolerate a silly freak like you, so why don't you just start from scratch!? Why don't you ever think about your own problems!?"