317 Chapter 39, the Belly of the Giant Eagle

The bridge to the past of the underworld, Grindelwald has left, but Hoffa is facing a huge test unprecedented in history.

If someone had told him before that there was a bridge built under water, he would have thought that person was crazy, or completely incomprehensible.

But now, a real and strange scene happened in front of him.

Countless ghosts of the dead meandered and flowed through the air a hundred meters above the ancient bridge deck in Helheim, forming a river composed of souls.

And under the torrent of soul, above the bridge deck, the cold wind whizzed past, the temperature was like black ice, and the speed was unknown. The gust of wind is so weird, blowing forward for a while, and blowing backward for a while.

Because the steles on their bodies were so heavy, Hoffa and the stele bearers in Helheim couldn't even turn around, they could only move forward inertially. At first, they were still staggering forward relying on their own legs , but gradually, the strong wind caused their whole bodies to lie down.

He could see with his own eyes the bodies of the few people in front who were also carrying heavy steles, their bodies being blown away by the gust of wind, and some things that looked like body fragments were peeled off in the mist—only after a closer look could they be ears, fingers, ribs, or It was maggots. They rolled in the air and hit Hoffa on the cheek. In the blink of an eye, they were turned into ashes under the strong wind again. It seemed that what was blowing past was not cold wind, but flames.

What's more, they were overwhelmed and died on the ground. Even the people and the monument were swept into the air by the strong wind and disappeared, and even the screams were drowned by the strong wind.

On the bridge of the past, Hoffa trekked extremely hard. Thanks to his mental strength higher than ordinary people, he could barely maintain his body intact. He looked at some ghosts flying lightly above his head, and knew that as long as he loosened the chain, he could If he is willing to throw away the stele, he can fly into the sky like those ghosts.

But he knew instinctively that if he did this, he would lose all his memories in an instant, whether it was Aglaia, Miranda, Chloe, Grindelwald, or Sylby. Well, those things and stories he experienced will be forgotten by him in an instant, which is absolutely unacceptable to him.

So he, like the others on the bridge of Helheim, had to stagger forward, even if it was extremely difficult. Move towards the giant eagle looking around in the distance.

I don't know how long it has passed, how many crazy front and back winds I have experienced.

When Hoffa reached the edge of the passing bridge, there was no one else around him, and those who carried the stele with him were all turned into ashes under the action of the strong wind.

Finally, he came to the end of the bridge of the past, in front of the giant eagle.

The strong wind blew away the fog, and in the slight calm between the strong winds, he could see the eagle clearly.

No, it is not accurate to say that it is an eagle. It is actually a giant with feathers and a height of 10,000 meters. One black and one white.

The giant stood in the abyss filled with thick fog, unable to see the lower part of the body, and the upper half of the body was larger than the entire Mount Everest. Everyone who saw it was terrified.

The entire Helheim-Bridge of the Past sprang from his mouth, spreading to an unseen distance. And the strong wind on the bridge was exactly what the giant breathed.

Such a shocking picture made Hoffa barely breathable, and everything he had seen in the past paled in comparison to the majesty of the Death Mystery Realm. He stood before the giant like a mosquito beside the elephant.

The picture lasted less than a second, and the giant's breathing resumed. He opened his mouth, and a huge and unparalleled suction came from the giant's mouth. This time, due to the extremely close distance, Hoffa had almost no room to resist. Sucked into the giant's mouth by the wind.

During the tumbling, the stele was about to fly away.

Thinking of those shattered stele bearers, Hoffa clung to the chain tightly to keep his memory from being wiped out.

Just before holding on for a while, the direction of the strong wind changed again, and the giant changed from inhaling to exhaling, and Hoffa flew out in the opposite direction. This time, he hit the teeth in the giant's mouth and barely stopped.

"Hurry up and end it, when will it be?"

Hoffa groaned. From the first second of entering the underworld, everything that happened was out of his control, which really sucks.

It seemed that he had heard his prayer. After a long time, the strong wind no longer appeared, even the whistling sound disappeared, and the giant stopped breathing, leaving only the melodious tinkling sound in his ears.

Hoffa, who was under the weight of the stone tablet, raised his head and opened his eyes. At this moment, he was lying in the giant's mouth. The teeth on the top of his head were like hanging mountains, and the rough tongue under his feet was like a red grassland.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Accompanied by the pleasant sound of metal clashing, a pair of long and terrifying black legs came in front of Hoffa.

It was a black man with nothing on. He was frighteningly tall, at least four meters tall, and his whole body was covered in brightly colored paintings and golden rings. Looking sideways, the man's ankle alone was as long as an ordinary person's thigh.

"Come on, let me see."

The blacks made melodious voices and did not distinguish between men and women.

A black man with a bamboo pole nearly four meters high slowly bent down, his slender fingers like stick insects were stained with saliva, and slowly slid across the stone tablet carried by Hoffa.

"Well, it's a wonderful life, no wonder you are reluctant to throw it away."

The black man licked his fingers, "There are not many people who have a life similar to yours, and even fewer can come here."

"Who are you?"

Hoffa was crushed under the stone tablet and said overwhelmed.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Avada, the manager of the Recycle Bin in the underworld, the servant of Death."

The extremely tall and thin black man said happily. He patted the stone tablet behind Hoffa, and the clinking of the bracelets made a pleasant sound.

"The big man outside is Heras Walger, the soul devourer, who lives by devouring souls. Anyone who can come here is the taste that Death likes."

Hoffa suddenly felt a light on his back, and he was able to stand up.

(With his height, he could only reach the black's thighs. He raised his head to identify the guy's gender, but Avada didn't have genitals, and there were only some golden patterns on his bare crotch.)

A group of extremely short dwarves took his stele from his back, carried the stele he brought, and happily disappeared into the giant's mouth, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Where are they taking my memory?" Hoffa asked.

"Take it to the god of death." Avada said.

Hoffa gasped.

Avada crossed his fingers: "Death is a very lonely god. The only thing he likes to read most is various stories. The slate you have memorized is good. I think you have a chance to settle in Helheim."

"Settled in Helheim?"

"Yes, the only option is to give up the past and re-enter reincarnation. But since you are willing to send the stele in the wind, you must not give up the past."

"Am I dead?"

Hoffa couldn't believe it. Miller was still waiting for him to go back at Hogwarts. Maybe his body was still breathing, so it was a bit arbitrary to judge his death.

"You are really humorous. If you enter the underworld, you will be dead?"

Awada, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, said with a smile, "But don't worry, some people live after death, and some people live after death—come with me."

Avada walked forward with great strides. Finally, Hoffa saw a person who was talking to him calmly. He had a hundred questions to ask, so how could he not follow.

But without warning, a stone landed at his feet and rolled twice. Hoffa stared at the stone for a while, then looked back, only saw the mountain-like giant's tooth, but did not see any figure.

He shook his head, and hastily followed Awada's pace.

The two went all the way down, passing through the mouth of the giant, and came to a bronze arch in the shape of a pair of copulating snakes. The arch was as high as ten thousand meters.

They should correspond to the giant's throat.

Avada stretched out a finger, inserted it into a small hole on the door, turned it like a key, and the huge bronze door slowly opened a small crack.

"Walk."

Awada said happily, and squeezed sideways into the door opening.

I don't know if it was Hoffa's illusion, but when he passed the copulating snakes, he seemed to see those snakes smiling at him.

Pass through the giant bronze gate and come to the belly of the giant.

All the sounds disappeared. Looking up, in the sky, the sun and the moon, one black and one white, were shining at the same time. They were the giant's eyes.

The steps on the ground are made of blood-red sandstone, and various animals are carved on them: snakes crawling, kites flying with wings, fish gliding and swimming, mixed with wolves of the red wasteland, zebras and elephants.

Everything here is too unconventional, the giant who devours souls, the thin black bamboo pole who claims to be the servant of the god of death, and this strange world where the sun and the moon are in the sky.

Hoffa didn't dare to say a word. He felt that this was probably the state of the bumpkins entering the city.

All the way down, the steps float in the air. On both sides of the steps are bottomless abysses, and in the abyss are many floating island-like building complexes, which should correspond to the internal organs of the giant. From afar, the complexes appear in solemn shades of violets and sepias in varying shades.

Gradually, the steps under the feet diverged. They branched in all directions like blood vessels, and figures other than Hoffa and Avada also appeared on the steps. They were of different heights, wearing clothes of different ages, like ghosts , without touching the ground, seeing Awada approaching, they showed fearful expressions, lowered their heads, and floated past Awada.

"They seem to be very afraid of you." Hoffa asked weakly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Avada smiled back and asked: "You seemed very calm when you saw me."

"If I'm dead, what's more terrible than death?" Hoffa murmured.

"Is that true?"

Awada clapped his hands and laughed: "I really hope you can keep this mentality forever."

When he's laughing, purr.

Another stone rolled down next to Hoffa's leg. He was startled, and immediately turned his head to look.

It seems that if you look around, you can only see some transparent and pale figures slowly drifting past, and you don't know who threw a stone at yourself.

"what is that?"

Hoffa pointed to a heart-shaped floating island in the distance.

He saw those transparent figures all walking towards the heart-shaped floating island. Even across the 10,000-meter abyss, he could still hear the crazy cry from that heart.

"There, entertainment place."

"A place of entertainment?"

"Entertainment is an instinct, whether it is dead or alive." Avada shrugged: "Let's not talk about this, I will take you around."

Avada led Hoffa through a huge arcade street, and came to one of the suspended floating islands. As soon as he entered the floating island, he could see countless ancient heroes standing on white and green marble On the pillar, three times the size of a real person. They looked like real people, but they were motionless.

Awada: "In history, there are many souls like you. Either they achieved too much, or they had too unforgettable emotions, or some lawless madmen. In short, they can never abandon their own souls. Identity, such a soul, we have to give him a resting place, right?"

While Awada was speaking, the ancient heroes on the stone pillars turned their heads one after another, looked at Hoffa, and nodded with a smile.

After the blustery winds at the Passing Bridge, it's a joy to be at peace here.

But Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He muttered, "It's like a display case in a museum."

"What nonsense, the exhibition cabinet is for people to see, and here is the treasure house of the god of death. It is not open to outsiders."

Avada bent down and whispered in Hoffa's ear, "Gods can't even come in."

Then they passed through a market. The market was located in a huge building with multiple openings. Compared with the absurdity of the nightmare world, every building and house in the world of death seemed extremely solid and steady.

On the walls of those buildings, vivid war scenes are engraved, swords and swords intersect, contradictions strike each other, arrows rain down, heroes fight, babies are slaughtered, and flaming torches burn from the sky to the ground.

In the market, thousands of colorful birds are flying among them. The terrace above the garden is lush with trees and flowers. There are many shops here with a wide variety of products. It seems that everything created by the gods can be bought and sold, which is no different from the real world.

"What do you think of the environment here?" Avada asked, "Can you live here peacefully?"

"Can I ask you about someone?" Hoffa couldn't help asking his most disturbing doubts.

"Anything is fine, I may not answer."

"Aglaia Draces. She died fifty-three years ago. Is she still here, or is she already reincarnated?" Hoffa asked. Under the four-meter-long Avada, he looked A little humble.

"Huh?"

Death's servant showed an unfathomable smile. After examining Hoffa for a moment, he said lightly:

"In Helheim, you can get anything you want, including money, honor, status, and information. But only if you" Avada bent down smiling, and slowly turned his head into Ninety Degrees, "You are willing to play a game with Death."

"Playing games with Death?"

"That's right."

"what game?"

"Oh ~ everyone is different, the god of death will adjust the content of the game according to the different soul characteristics of each person"

As Avada said, Hoffa's heart suddenly twitched, as if a catastrophe was about to happen, something split, overlapped, split, overlapped. Avada's voice became unclear, Hoffa had difficulty breathing, and his heart convulsed. One second is like ten thousand years.

Then, a strong sense of sight pushed his head and tilted it slightly to the side by a centimeter.

Snapped.

The sound of crushed stones falling to the ground sounded again.

This time, the stone hit his head.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly, and this time he saw a figure flashing behind the floating island building.

".What do you think? Mr. Bach."

Awada bent over and asked.

Hoffa turned his attention away from the stone, "What?"

"I said, would you like to have a pleasant and unforgettable game with Death."

"Can I, think about it for a while?"

Hoffa suppressed the undercurrent of turmoil in his heart, and spoke with some difficulty.

"Of course." Awada straightened up slowly, the smile on his face disappeared. "But you'd better give me an answer as soon as possible. After all, the time of God of Death is very precious."

He turned around and walked into the street, "You can think about it here, and call me when you're done thinking about it."

"I've thought about where to find you?"

The naked black man in full color did not answer. He walked forward slowly, and after a while, he disappeared into the air like a ghost without a trace.

After Death's servant left, Hoffa moved immediately. He picked up the small stone on the ground, turned his head and looked around, and quickly locked on a figure in the narrow alley in the distance.

He ran over holding the stones, and saw a young man with ginger hair squatting between two unknown plants. He was squatting on the ground looking at himself and giggling.

"Little Barty?"

Hoffa saw the young man in front of him clearly, and was stunned: "Why are you here?"