322 Chapter 44, Arena

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

"What kind of place is there?"

"arena."

Hoffa replied subconsciously, "The Eternal Arena, the stage prepared by the god of death for the undead."

"how do you know?"

Little Barty looked at Hoffa strangely.

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, and then became curious, yes, how could he know. This knowledge is like getting into your own head out of thin air, waiting for others to ask questions.

Countless streams of ghostly ghosts generally flowed past the two of them and flowed towards the ring-shaped arena. They whispered as they fluttered: "Who will the god of death ask to perform this time?"

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

"Stay for a long time, how long?"

"At least two hundred years."

"It's a good thing Death still remembers it."

"Who knows, it must look good anyway."

After the ghost floated by, Barty Jr. excitedly said to Hoffa, "Let's go and have a look, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa nodded. They followed the ghosts and floated into the huge amphitheatre. This place is very similar to the complete version of the ancient Roman Colosseum. Unknown flag.

The only difference is that the gravel in the center of the ring is scarlet, soaked in blood. Even if you don't have a sense of smell, you can still feel the bloody smell contained in the gravel.

Looking at the scarlet gravel, Hoffa couldn't help but shiver, feeling a cruel feeling of facing the avenue.

At this moment, he thought of those primitive humans who used children and virgins to sacrifice to the gods in ancient times, the bloody altars and the butcher knives held high. Times may have changed, but the status of human beings in the world has never changed. Like an actor on the stage, he does his best to please the audience. And this kingdom of the dead belongs to the stage of death. Maybe the real world is God's stage.

On the ring-shaped high field, countless floating ghosts shouted in unison, their postures were more fanatical than their appearance in the dark underground.

Hoffa shuttled among the ghosts, secretly surprised in his heart. This scene was even worse than the previous Quidditch World Cup. If all the living people were replaced by ghosts, it would almost be the scene of the Quidditch World Cup. So many ghosts gather here, what are they going to do?

boom! !

As if to answer his doubts, it was accompanied by the sound of a balloon exploding. Countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky.

A huge clown balloon head suddenly popped out from the stand in the middle of the ghost. On the clown balloon head sat a big black man with a height of four meters. See his excited white teeth.

Hoffa recognized him, and the guy sitting on the clown balloon was none other than Arvada, Death's servant.

"Welcome everyone to come to the Eternal Arena again to watch the game between mortals and gods!!"

Avada held up the microphone and made an extremely resonant voice: "Everyone who comes to this arena will face three opponents. After defeating three opponents, he can leave this world, and even let the god of death realize his wish." A wish."

Accompanied by Avada's words, countless ghosts erupted into extremely fanatical cries as if they had drunk nitroglycerin. Batty Jr. was infected by the atmosphere, and also lay down on the stands and shouted frantically.

Hoffa was quite calm. It turned out that these people came to visit the Reaper's game. Could it be that Reaper invited other people besides himself?

Avada stood up on the balloon, and said with a very heroic posture: "Next, we invite you, from Davis Sawyer in 1864!!"

bang bang bang

Accompanied by the sound of armor colliding, a tall knight in armor stepped out from the edge of the sandy ground, his steps were steady and his momentum was astonishing.

Hoffa recognized the armor the moment he saw it. Isn't it the guy who served Aglaia? Why did he also come to participate in the death game?

I only heard Avada standing on the balloon, pointing to the armor below, and said enthusiastically: "Davis Sawyer is an Englishman. His family was bankrupt when he was born, and his father was killed by the enemy. In order to live, he once He hunted lions alone in Africa, sold black slaves, and returned to England to kill his enemies after earning enough money. However, he was exiled to the American colonies for raping the judge's daughter, where he killed tens of thousands of Indians and became a prominent figure at the time. Planter."

"Hush!!"

Avada told the life of the man in the duel arena in detail, but the ghost as the audience made a strange sarcasm, and Hoffa couldn't understand what he was sarcasm.

Avada sat on the balloon and continued happily:

"Now, in this consideration from the soul, can this man defeat the once formidable enemy and achieve his long-cherished wish? Let us wait and see, now—please invite the first Davis Sawyer's first opponent , from the wild magical world, one of the most dangerous magical creatures, Griffin!!"

Roar!

As soon as the words fell, the iron cage on the other side of the sandy ground was shattered, and a huge eight-meter-long monster with the body of a lion, the head of an eagle and wings rushed out. Opening its extremely sharp beak, it went straight to the armored knight standing on the other half of the sand.

The armored knight was torn together with the griffin immediately, and his flesh and blood flew in the blink of an eye, and the ghosts in the stands let out bloody cheers.

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

"How did that guy get his body?"

The middle-aged man stared intently at the arena, and said loudly: "If you want a body, you can go to the underground lair to find a witch. She will always come and satisfy your request."

"He also took his body from her?"

"of course."

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

"They are all ordinary bodies. As long as the witch is willing, she can also give you a body made of iron." The man said excitedly: "But the price is not ordinary, at least fifty years of working for her."

"Why does she keep refining her body?"

Hoffa asked his most perplexing question, a question Aglaia never gave him an answer to.

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

After speaking, he suddenly screamed wildly, appearing extremely excited, and the other ghosts also screamed wildly with him.

It turned out that the armored knight in the middle of the sand defeated the giant griffin and disemboweled it, and the intestines and organs flowed out across the sand.

Hoffa looked at the blood on the sand and lost interest. He always felt that something was wrong, which made him have no interest in watching the duel.

It took fifty years of work to change a body. This armored man named Davis Sawyer actually worked for Aglea for fifty years?

Reminiscing about Aglaia's indifferent attitude towards him, the more Hoffa thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. Could it be that he was green already?

Awada's excited voice came from above the clown balloon: "Look, the most heroic warrior of the nineteenth century, Davis Sawyer, defeated the most ferocious Griffin in his first game, Like the other monsters he has conquered in his life, there is no difficulty. But Davis has conquered countless external objects in his life, but he has a lustful addiction, although he has countless women."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The ghosts in the duel field let out bursts of laughter, but Hoffa bit his lips and clenched his fists. He was actually a lustful person. How can such a person stay with Aglaia?

The armored man on the sand stood motionless, his chest heaving violently as he stood in the middle of the griffin's intestines.

Awada teased: "During this feast of souls, God of Death has prepared for him not only powerful monsters, but also tempting delicacies."

While speaking, the corpse of the griffin on the sand turned into red smoke and disappeared into the air.

Hoffa thought that some monster was about to appear again, but there was no such thing. The red smoke swirled and settled, turning into a western dance hall flickering red. In the ballroom, several glamorous women walked towards the armored knight holding wine bottles, their postures were extremely enchanting.

The ghosts in the stands booed loudly again, looking forward with excitement.

The armored man on the sand was not excited at all. He stood in the red-lit ballroom and retreated cautiously, as if he was facing some kind of prehistoric beast. Backing away, a steel pipe wrapped around beautiful legs appeared behind him without warning, he bumped into it, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

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

But the other watching ghosts were very excited, and 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 on the sand. Davis violently tore apart the woman lying on top of him, pulling out the tongue at least half a meter long from his throat.

This action was like igniting the fuse, and the three beautiful women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time, and threw him to the ground violently. He hit one of the three on the head, knocking the other unconscious, but In a blink of an eye, he was thrown to the ground by two other people, who pressed down on the armor and slammed it violently, tearing off the iron sheet layer by layer on his body. After tearing off the iron sheet, the bright red flesh and blood behind him were exposed. The two women lay down on his bright red wound and began to suck. While sucking, it splits into more individuals, looking like a group of leeches from a distance, the picture is shocking.

"More people beat less people?"

Hoffa looked at the man in the crowd struggling among the women, and asked in surprise.

"It doesn't matter. There are no redundant rules here, and there is no need for so-called fairness. Death never cares about the process, only cares about the result. Winners and losers."

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

"Has anyone ever won?"

"have no idea."

The middle-aged man shrugged noncommittally, anyway, I don't know. But maybe in this game, Davis Sawyer seems to be losing. "

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

Hoffa looked at the center of the field, and for some reason, two voices rose up in his heart at the same time, a weak voice expressed sympathy for him, while the other louder voice was applauding loudly.

This guy has stayed with Aglaia for fifty years, so it would be cheaper for him to die like this. I am afraid that there is no death in the world of the dead.

He was thinking secretly, but the man who fell on the sand struggled to stand up, and unknown flames burned all over his body. The flame had a faint blue color, and the woman guarding him and entwining him was burnt to ashes in an instant after touching the flame, screaming and disappearing.

"He won, he defeated the second opponent!"

Avada shouted frantically, "Look, that man defeated his lust, what helped him defeat his lust!? What was going on in his mind?"

Arwada stood up from the balloon, "Let's appreciate Sir Davis Sawyer's thinking."

As he said that, several bubbles appeared on the forehead of the man standing awkwardly on the sand, and the bubbles became bigger and bigger.

Finally, a picture appeared in the bubble. In the picture, he was reborn from a huge cauldron. A cold-faced transparent silver-haired girl controlled the stone puppet and stuck pieces of red-hot armor on him.

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

Avada exclaimed exaggeratedly: "The companionship of more than two hundred years made him fall in love with the object he served, the cold witch, the flesh maker in the dark lair."

Countless ghosts made ear-piercing hisses, which belonged to the sound of gossip. Hoffa's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip, the booing was infinitely magnified in his mind, it was so harsh.

"Hahahahaha, so, before the final match, I would like to interview Mr. Davis Sawyer, what is your wish?"

"I want to free her from endless samsara."

The bloody man shouted with all his might, he looked at Avada sitting on the balloon, "Let her go, you devils!!"

"You love her! Tell me, won't you?"

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

Davis roared with a ferocious face.

boom! !

Hoffa's brain seemed to be ignited by something, and some kind of slandered anger rushed straight to the top door. He stood up suddenly on the stand and roared like thunder: "How dare you!"

"Hahahahaha,"

Awada laughed wildly, "That's right, that's right, that's right, that's it!"

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

"The following welcomes you, from the magical world, the youngest legendary wizard who chased his lover from the world of the living to the kingdom of the dead——Planeswalker Hoffa Bach!"

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

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

How could Hoffa hear Little Barty's words, he just wanted to tear his "rival in love" alive.

At this time, the middle-aged ghost on the side said beside Little Barty: "Ha, what are you thinking, let him go, he has won the game of the god of death, and it is not easy for you to leave."

Other ghosts also echoed: "It's the last opponent, it's too bad to give up like this."

Little Batty stared wide-eyed: "This guy can leave after winning?"

"Of course, Avada is the spokesperson of the god of death, and he never lies."

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

However, this sentence was the same as Barty Jr.'s obstruction, and Hoffa did not listen to it. He came to the center of the duel field, the gravel rustled under his feet, and the cheers of the ghosts disappeared in an instant, never to be heard again. He could only see the broken flesh and armor of Davis Sawyer in front of him.

The two stood face to face for less than a few seconds. Davis moved first. He ran straight away without saying a word. Hoffa also directly opened up his mental power to the maximum. The gravel under his feet rolled and surged like a river. Swallow Davis.

The gravel rubbed against Davis' flesh and blood, and he rushed out of the sand with both hands and feet, and rushed towards Hoffa with an unrecognizable face. The gravel formed a wall of spikes on his way forward, sandwiching from both sides to the middle.

This time, his face was cold and he didn't hold back at all.

The huge spiked wall would shatter Davis' armor and flesh with every impact, but it couldn't stop him, and he rushed desperately to where Hoffa was standing.

Hoffa kept backing away, keeping a distance from him. He knew that the kingdom of the dead did not die, so he could only hope that he could destroy his body.

But the man was surprisingly resilient. No matter what shape Hoffa turned the sand into to destroy him, he would always stand up from the stormy attack and approach him relentlessly.

In the end, Hoffa was forced to the edge of the sand by him, leaning against the stands of the duel arena.

Davis, who didn't have much flesh on his body and only had a skeleton left, broke through the last obstacle, hung on Hoffa's body suddenly, put his arms around his shoulders, and screamed in his ear with difficulty: "It's not what you imagined, she treats me like that!" It's like a mother"

"Mother, uncle," Hoffa said angrily, "she is less than half your age."

After finishing speaking, the sand turned into a fist and punched Davis away.

The ghosts in the stands let out excited cheers.

Accompanied by cheers, Hoffa controlled the sand and pressed Davis on the Roman column in the duel field, roaring: "Say, why is she so cold to me, does it have something to do with you?"

"Give it up," Davis said sadly with a bloody face. "As long as you admit defeat and let me finish the death game, I will tell you everything."

Hoffa sneered: "Why didn't you say that when you threw me out last time?"

"I just remembered when I threw you, but it's too late. Hurry up and admit defeat, as long as you admit defeat." Davis's lips twitched, and his voice became more and more urgent: "As long as you admit defeat, we still have hope, otherwise none of us will win No."

Hoffa was freed from his emotions, and carefully looked at the bloody man in front of him, his eyes were so earnest and so anxious. It seems that there is really something unspeakable.

He is not a stupid person. Everything that happened just now was driven by violent emotions. Aglaia's indifference to him deepened this anxiety. His control is like an invisible big hand, pushing him forward, toward an invisible end.

Hoffa: "Not what I thought it was?"

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

Hoffa was a little hesitant, but he still untied the transformation technique a little bit.

However.

boom! !

Accompanied by a muffled sound, an untimely stone appeared and landed heavily on Davis' head, smashing his head in half. The brains flowed out.

His unexpected blow made Hoffa stunned, Davis' anxious expression froze, his head tilted powerlessly, revealing an excited face behind him.

"Mr. Bach!"

Little Barty controlled a stone, excited as if claiming credit, "I did it, I did it, how about it? Have we finished the death game?"

Hoffa looked at Davis, who was lying on the ground, unable to speak a word.

"Hush!!"

The ghosts in the stands hissed sharply, expressing their contempt for this act.

"A close duel, but an unexpected failure."

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

The clown balloon floated over the sandy ground of the duel arena and stopped, and Avada floated from the balloon to the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, another loser."

Standing in front of Davis whose head had been smashed in half, he said emotionlessly: Since you are here to participate in this game, you already know the outcome of your failure. "

The man lying on the ground had his head cracked and couldn't speak. He gulped blood and stared at Hoffa with extremely painful eyes.

Hoffa saw clearly the look in his eyes, which was deeply helpless.

But why is it helpless? It was too late for him to ask.

A giant clown balloon was attached to Davis and carried him upwards. Blood fell like lines, and Hoffa's gaze followed the man a little bit higher until he disappeared into the sky without a trace.

Hoffa knew exactly where he went. A few kilometers above the arena was the Way of Thorns, and those who failed in the Arena of Eternity would be hung on the Way of Thorns.

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