Death's Secret Realm — Hörheim.
In the icy blue sky, ice and snow continued to fall, disappearing without a trace before it hit the ground. Mist rose from the Abyss. Along with the strange yet gentle tinkling of bells, it silently spread throughout the lower layers of the world.
Between the ice, snow, and fog, an eye with blood-red tentacles floated on the bridge. In front of the blood-red eye, Hoffa, who had just landed, was surrounded by hundreds of people.
Those people were all wearing strange birdcages and black robes. They stood on the ground like obsidian sculptures. Their eyes were curious, vigilant, and searching, but there was no friendliness.
He had fallen into a den of thieves.
The scene in front of him caused him to shudder. He finally realized the whole story. No wonder Grindvall was nowhere to be seen. His subordinates were also elusive. It turned out that they weren't even in the real world. They were hiding in the Death God's Secret Realm. Looking at their posture, these people were preparing for something big.
Time passed by, and the two sides facing each other did not move. Hoffa's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. There was no shadow in the Death's Secret Realm, and there was no moon of the God of Darkness. He was definitely not a 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 footsteps. It was very quiet and looked very strange.
Dong.
His back hit something hard.
He looked back and found that he had bumped into a man's chest. It was a strong man more than two meters tall.
"Where are you going? Bach. "
The strong man looked down at him, and the eyes behind the iron cage were like stagnant water. "Stay here."
"How did you survive from World War II until now?"
Hoffa's heart pounded, but he still looked fine on the surface.
"We are the same as you, in a cage."
Another black-clothed man replied. As he spoke, about ten black-clothed men quietly surrounded him, forming a circle.
"Then why are you gathered here?"
"To find a way to escape."
A man in black pointed at the cage above his head. "Do you want to come together?"
Pa!
Hoffa abruptly turned around and pushed away the burly man in front of him. He then rushed towards the eye behind him. He wanted to return to the real world through the exit, but this action was like lighting a fuse. Those men in black, who were standing like statues, moved at the same time. They surrounded him in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that his plan failed, Hoffa waved his arm and a lightning whip appeared in his hand. In the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and dozens of black-clothed men were blasted apart.
The others retreated in unison, carefully distancing themselves from him.
Huo Fa didn't feel happy at all after succeeding with one strike. Although he now had a human form, it was only some kind of spiritual body. His physical body was left in the real world, and he did not have a strong physical body. It was also unlike the last time when he held a magic wand in his hand that could transform into various weapons.
Soon, he would run out of tricks.
The black-clothed men who were blasted apart by the electric current slowly got up from the ground. This number was nothing to them.
At this time, Hoffa suddenly felt his waist tighten. Someone was hugging him tightly from behind. He turned around and smashed the man who was hugging him away, but another black-clothed man lifted the chain on his arm and strangled his throat.
The black-clothed man who strangled him said in his ear, "Maybe Mr. Bach enjoys this prison and doesn't want to leave."
"Uh …"
Suffocating, Hoffa closed his eyes. The man who spoke convulsed and was electrocuted into charcoal.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that a black mass of people was rushing up like a flood, pressing him down on the cold bridge in the midst of the fog.
The electric light kept flashing, but those people were not afraid of death. One by one, they pressed Hoffa under their bodies. They moved in unison, and their movements were neat. Their cooperation was seamless like a sophisticated machine, or like ants gnawing on locusts.
Just like that, he was pressed to the ground without any fancy moves. The moment he was pressed down, an iron cage was placed over his head. Instantly, Huo Fa, who was trapped in the cage, sensed the power of the Void Dragon again. In this abyss, the enormous spiritual power could almost devour all souls.
His spirit wilted, and the electric current stopped flashing.
The cold wind in Hörheim became extremely bone-chilling at this moment, almost blowing him to death.
"Puppet Spell, who is controlling you? Is it Grindelwald? "
Hoffa was pressed down by dozens of black-clothed men, and his frozen soul made cracking sounds.
"You will find out."
After the black-clothed man finished speaking, Hoffa, who was pressed to the ground, saw the place where he came from. Beside the floating blood eye teleportation door, a few black-clothed men pulled out chains from their waists. They took a step forward, tied the chains firmly to the eye, and pulled left and right.
The blood eye teleportation door was squeezed and distorted instantly. It was filled with blood, and it let out a heart-wrenching groan.
"Let go!"
Hoffa's eyes widened in anger. He tried to get up, but more black-clothed men rushed forward. Some of them pressed down on Hoffa, while others took out chains and moved forward continuously, locking the blood eye teleportation door.
In the end, it was accompanied by an explosion!!
Under the tug of nearly a hundred people, the blood eye teleportation door exploded and splashed on the bridge of Hörheim. It turned into a pool of broken glass, and gradually disappeared without a trace.
In the cold wind of Hörheim, Hoffa was stunned.
Just a minute ago, he had made an appointment with Mille to return when the time was up. In the end, less than a minute after he landed, the teleportation door to return was destroyed.
He was left in the Underworld?
He couldn't get out?
What was the difference between that and death?
His mind was a little muddled.
Countless black-clothed men dragged him up, and pushed him in a flurry. He was like a leaf pinched by ants, silently moving forward in the thick fog.
After walking for a short distance, he saw a high platform on the bridge. On the platform, there was a blood eye teleportation door that was even bigger than the eye he created. Below the teleportation door stood a white-haired man with his hands behind his back.
This guy … recognized Grindelwald. Hoffa's originally cold heart instantly fell to the bottom.
There were no shadows in the world of the Grim Reaper, and there was no Ghost Walk. Not only that, he had also lost his body, and he couldn't feel the power of the God of Darkness. The only things he could use now were the power of Polymorph and Thunderbird, but these two powers were definitely not enough to defeat Grindelwald.
Grindelwald glanced at him and then retracted his gaze.
"Wait a moment, wait for me to finish collecting the souls of this city."
He looked as calm as when he said he was going to the toilet during a party. He wasn't surprised by Hoffa's arrival.
The black-clothed men held him motionlessly.
Hoffa followed Grindelwald's gaze. Through the pupil of the blood eye teleportation door, he saw that outside the teleportation door was a crowded city stock exchange in an unknown city. Countless people crowded in the exchange, staring at the data on the screen.
Suddenly, there was a glaring green light in the crowded stock exchange. A few black-clothed men exploded in the crowd, and at the same time, opened the door of the Hörheim.
The shareholders who were watching the data were blown by the cold wind of the Hörheim, and their eyes quickly lost focus. Then, countless transparent light spots floated in from the teleportation door and fell into the Underworld. There were thousands of them. After the light spots fell into the Hörheim, they turned into figures one after another, old or young, male or female.
After they landed, they floated in the cold wind and looked at each other, completely unaware of what had happened.
It wasn't until they saw the giant eagle in the distance that they covered their faces and cried out in alarm. It was an instinctive fear that was engraved in their bones.
Grindelwald opened his mouth and blew. Those helpless spirits were like dandelions, drifting away with the wind and disappearing into the thick fog amidst wails.
"What … are you doing?"
Hoffa couldn't help but shout.
"Awakening 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 who knows how many years. It's time to wake up."
"Awakening the world."
Hoffa looked at the spirits flying in the sky and moaned, "How many people have you killed …?"
"Three hundred thousand." Grindelwald counted with his fingers. "If I count carefully, twenty countries, about three hundred thousand people. It's not a lot. But don't worry, when I completely open the passage between the Death Realm and the real world, I will drag all the souls in the world into the Hörheim and bring them to another plane, giving them a new life."
"Are you crazy?"
Hoffa looked at him with an incomprehensible gaze. "Who told you that this is a dream? Grindelwald, what is in your head?"
Grindelwald waved his hand and the two men in black knelt down. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were sacrificed to ashes. As the price, another huge blood eye appeared on the high platform. Grindelwald opened another portal to the real world.
Through the portal, Huo Fa saw the streets of a foreign city. It was probably a subway in Tokyo. On the subway, countless men in suits and bow ties pulled the rings on the trams, swaying back and forth.
A few men in black with birdcages on their heads walked past them, waving their wands slowly in the carriage. However, the men and women on the tram ignored the men in black. Some of them even closed their eyes and didn't make a sound.
When the men in black set up the corrosive potions at the station, they even moved their feet to make it easier for the men in black to place the corrosive potions at their feet.
Grindelwald said, "If this isn't a dream, why didn't those people notice the danger?
If this isn't a dream, wouldn't the people in the real world notice our strange attire?
If this isn't a dream, who wouldn't care about the death of the people close to them?
If this isn't a dream, who would turn a blind eye to the endless magic? "
Grindelwald kept asking questions. For a moment, Hoffa didn't know how to answer. He looked at the subway outside the portal. The indifferent faces were so similar to the controlled humans that the God of Nightmares had brought him to see in the dream.
Was he really in a dream world?
"No … Impossible!"
Huo Fa covered his head with his hands. He had had a dream before, and the absurd and grotesque scene was completely different from what he had experienced.
"Impossible."
He looked up at Grindelwald. "Those people just lived in a peaceful environment for a long time. Also, many people noticed your actions. Alastair Moody, Dumbledore, Nicole Lemay …"
Grindelwald said, "So what if Dumbledore noticed? So what if Nicole Lemay knew? Each of them has their own things to do. Each of them has their own thoughts. They are destined not to feel sad for things other than themselves. They also can't sense the wails and struggles of other lives. This is the original sin that they were born with. "
"You're doing it again? Isn't this a very normal thing? "
Hoffa suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust and disgust. He sneered disdainfully. "Why do you always care about others? You talk about evil the moment you open your mouth. What does other people have to do with you? You're doing such things and still want to build a monument to your chastity? You're really the most shameless terrorist! "
"Don't be in a hurry to scold me. I can feel your thoughts."
Grindelwald shrugged and calmly pointed at the cage above his head. "You hate me because I lied to Fatir to kill her own daughter. As for the three hundred thousand people turned into ashes, 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 even pass by you. They're not even creatures of the same world as you. "
"Old thing!"
Hoffa took a step back. The disgust in his heart made him clench his fists. He didn't want to communicate with Grindelwald at all, and he didn't want to change his mind. He just wanted to kill him directly, but his ability was too weak in the Underworld.
Grindelwald waved his hand. The men in black released his arms and legs and retreated like the tide.
"Whether the world is a dream or not, to us, it's actually not much different from a dream. What you see is just a video, a few moving pictures. A hundred years of life told me that people won't be sad because they died with someone they don't want to kill. They won't … "
Hoffa's face turned green. "Shut up! Why are you so long-winded? "
Grindelwald didn't have any intention of shutting up. "Pressure, competition, reproduction, survival, greed, these original sins will one day turn reality into hell. To be honest, if I can kill three billion people, the remaining living people will be grateful to me. They will be grateful to me for doing what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do. They will be grateful to me for helping them reduce the pressure of survival. "
"Shut up …"
Hoffa lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.
Grindelwald stood on the Hörheim Bridge and looked at the shadow of the giant eagle in the distance. He said softly, "Ultimate good and ultimate evil are two sides of the same coin. In the past, I always hoped that people could learn to understand each other through pain. But I was wrong. I learned one thing from the battle with the Half-Human King. No one really cares about anything other than themselves. No one can win against the innate instinct to pursue pleasure. This kind of powerless and cold world disgusts me. I might as well destroy it. "
"I'm so annoyed with you!!!"
Hoffa grabbed the cage on his head that was used to imprison his power and tore it in half. Then … Sizzle!!
He suddenly raised his hand and shot an electric current at Grindelwald, but he reacted quickly and dodged it. It only blasted the platform under him into pieces.
Hoffa roared, "So this is your real idea. The real world can't tolerate a freak like you, so you're just starting a new world!? Why don't you think about your own problem!? "
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