The electric current blew up the platform, and the surrounding men in black saw that the situation was not good. They all rushed forward and firmly locked him in chains.
Grindelwald climbed up from the pile of rubble. For the first time, there was other expression on his face. It seemed to be anger. But soon, that expression disappeared without a trace. He said gently to his men, "Get out of my way.
I'll take care of this. "
The men in black who tightened the chains retreated like the tide. Hoffa looked at him with great caution. Grindelwald moved his neck like fifty years ago and asked, "Did anyone ask you to go back to fifty years ago?"
The excuse that Huo Fa had just come up with vanished into thin air. He looked at Grindvall in shock and was momentarily speechless. Indeed, Nicole Lemay wanted him to go back to fifty years ago. The God of Nightmares wanted him to go back to fifty years ago. He did not meet Deng Ledo in person, but he instinctively felt that if he met Deng Ledo, Deng Ledo would also want him to go back to fifty years ago.
"But I don't want you to go back to fifty years ago." Grindelwald looked at him sympathetically. "Hoffa, even if everyone wants you to go back, I don't think it's necessary. I think it's a kind of torture for you. It's unbearable for anyone. You can stay in this world and do whatever you want.
When I completely destroy the Dream World and the Source of Dreams, I will bring your soul and the souls of the others to create a new world. A world where everyone can understand each other and feel for each other. "
"Huh?"
For a moment, Hoffa's mind was even a little shaken. He even thought that what he said might be a little right. But when he thought of Aglaia and Fatir, he clenched his teeth. The understanding that had just appeared disappeared instantly.
Grindelwald outnumbered him, and he was definitely not a match for him. Today, his plan to find Aglaia's soul had failed. He had to leave this place immediately.
As the thought flashed through his mind, his body quickly expanded. With a surge of magic power, he quickly turned into a Thunderbird. A huge six-winged Thunderbird flew high into the sky. He locked his eyes on the Blood Eye portal on the platform. He wanted to leave the Underworld Hörheim through the portal opened by Grindelwald.
"You want to leave?"
Grindelwald moved his head. "Where can you go? Everywhere is a prison. "
After that, he raised his hand. His hand wriggled and expanded into a huge and transparent hand. He swung his arm heavily.
The transparent arm hit Huo Fa, who had turned into a six-winged bird. The tremendous and surging power sent Huo Fa flying back on Helheim Bridge. He flew for over a thousand meters, crashing into countless men in black along the way.
After that, Grindvall's body expanded and turned into a transparent and colorful dragon. He sat on the Helheim's Bridge of Past with his head facing down and his huge eyes sweeping across the bridge. The look in his eyes was chilling.
He was no different from three years ago. The only difference was that there was a huge metal cage on his head. No matter how hard Grindelwald struggled, he could not take it off.
"We are all prisoners. Why do you have to make things difficult for each other?"
The Void Dragon opened his mouth and let out a rumbling sound. He spread his wings and jumped down.
"Damn it!"
Hoffa's eyes moved quickly. Grindelwald's dragon was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he dragged him up and down in the fog of the Underworld.
Whoosh!
An electric current appeared on Hoffa's body. In the blink of an eye, it flowed all over his body and completely covered both of them.
In the dense electric current, Grindelwald picked up Hoffa and smashed him onto the bridge like a meteor.
The thick fog rolled and the ground shattered.
Then, the dragon landed lightly, crushing Hoffa's body. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his body. That was the spiritual power that was as heavy as a mountain.
"I told you, if you want to kill me, you have to become like me!" Grindelwald suppressed Hoffa. His huge and distorted eyes stared at Thunderbird's pupils.
"In your dreams. I reflect on myself a hundred times a day!" Hoffa, who had turned into Thunderbird, scolded Grindelwald. "You probably haven't done it once in a hundred years!"
"What's the use? Our fate is a reincarnation. No matter what we do, everything is destined. Poor you don't even know what reincarnation is. Roar!! "
After saying that, he opened his mouth and burned Hoffa with his dragon breath. His Thunderbird feathers were burned into a mess.
Whoosh!
Grindelwald was nowhere to be seen in the thick fog.
He looked ahead cautiously, but Grindelwald's voice came from behind him. "No one can escape from the Grim Reaper."
He quivered and turned his head. The giant dragon's body was floating behind him. He rolled and fell, but Grindelwald was on top of him. He couldn't move at all.
Their mental energy fields began to seep into each other. Under the extremely unstable mental energy fields, the two of them could no longer maintain their transformed forms and reverted back to their human forms.
"Why don't you become like me?!"
Grindelwald pressed down on Hoffa's neck, his white hair fluttering like tentacles behind the cage.
"You're too ugly …!" Hoffa squeezed through his teeth. "You're always blaming others."
"It seems that I have no other choice but to destroy you."
Grindelwald said, exerting more force with his arms.
Looking at Grindelwald who was on top of him, he was almost indestructible in his soul form, and this was the Grim Reaper's Mystic Realm, which was completely his home ground.
The last scene of the third years seemed to be playing out again. Hoffa raised his head with some difficulty. Should he summon Mille?
It seemed like he had to summon him.
Hoffa thought that his condition was slipping, and if this continued, it would only become more and more difficult to resist. He opened his mouth and was about to call Mille's name.
But at this moment, Grindelwald suddenly retreated like lightning. He climbed on top of the Hörheim bridge far away, looking down at him like a gargoyle. A hint of fear and mockery appeared on his face.
Hoffa was left alone on the Hörheim bridge. He felt that something was wrong. He wanted to retreat and distance himself from Grindelwald. But inexplicably, his body was getting heavier and heavier.
What was going on?
At the same time, figures slowly appeared in the thick fog. Accompanied by the clattering of iron chains, they became clearer and clearer.
They were not Grindelwald's subordinates, but figures carrying stone tablets. Their bodies were covered in iron chains, and they were skinny and hunched. They carried extremely heavy stone tablets on their backs. Some of the tablets were very big, while others were slightly smaller.
Just like that, they silently walked over from afar.
Hoffa had seen the Tablet Carriers of Hörheim when he was in his first year.
Thin snowflakes had started to fall from the sky.
A snowflake landed on him. He picked it up and saw that the snowflake contained a memory. It was the scene of Albus Dumbledore meeting him for the first time in London's Wu Orphanage. In the memory, Dumbledore was chatting with him.
This …
Hoffa felt that something was wrong. He looked at Grindelwald standing at a high point in the distance with a look of fear on his face. The ominous feeling grew stronger.
The snowflakes in the sky fell on him one by one. Among the snowflakes were memories. The memories were of him studying hard in Hogwarts, of him escorting Silby on the Spanish coast, of him being imprisoned in Azkaban, of him selling weapons in Paris …
No!
There was something wrong with this place!
Huo Fa broke into a run. But as he ran, he found himself unable to run any further.
The snowflakes that looked like memories fell on his body and gradually formed stone steles on his back.
Hoffa was shocked. He started to shake as if he had been electrocuted. But the more he shook, the more snowflakes fell from the sky. From the orphanage to the Hogwarts, from Saint-Mango to the Ministry of Magic, from Europe to Africa, from the Ministry of Magic to France, from France to England …
No matter how big or small, nothing was left out.
Hoffa's movements became slower and slower. The snowflakes piled up into a ten-meter-tall stone tablet and pressed firmly on his back. The stone tablet swayed, and several chains hung down from it. Hoffa instinctively grabbed the chains to prevent the tablet from falling to the ground.
He had become one of the Tablet Carriers in Hörheim.
"Can't walk anymore?" Grindelwald laughed from a high point.
"Grindelwald?"
Huo Fa carried the stone stele that was dozens of meters tall. He was panting heavily as he staggered forward. Every step was extremely difficult.
Grindelwald showed a look of appreciation. "Hörrheim, the Bridge of the Past. But those who step on it will be entangled by the memories of the past. The more colorful your life is, the heavier your memories will be."
He turned back into a giant dragon and climbed into the sky with great interest, leaping forward with ease.
"Abandon the stone tablet. Abandon it and you can catch up to me. Can you do it?"
Looking at the limping, skinny faceless people beside him, Hoffa finally understood the meaning of the bridge. Hörrheim, the Bridge of the Past.
When he was in first grade, he saw these Tablet Carriers and only felt that they were pitiful. They didn't understand and couldn't do anything.
But now he understood. At that time, he didn't have any memories of the past. He could do anything he wanted. It was as clean as a piece of white paper. But now, the education of the past and the stories of the past were like piles of mountains, pressing down on him. That was his identity, his life. He couldn't abandon it at all.
"You … Don't … Think …"
Hoffa carried the huge stone tablet on his back and trembled as he spoke.
"You will be crushed to death by the past," Grindelwald said. "Why don't you learn from me? Kill everything in the past and welcome new life?"
"It … It has … nothing to do with you …"
Hoffa looked at Grindelwald in the sky. "I will never … listen to you … say another word. Every … every word you say … is correct … bullshit …"
"Correct bullshit. This is the first time I've heard someone describe it like this."
The Void Dragon raised his head. His empty and cold eyes swept across the icy blue sky. "I was full of expectations for you. Now, I'm only disappointed."
He flapped his wings, covering the sky and the sun.
"I don't have to do it myself. The final destination of those who can't let go of the past is just ahead. Go forward. The Death God will weigh your soul. "
After saying that, he flapped his wings and flew straight into the sky, leaving the Bridge of the Past. At the same time, countless eyeball-shaped teleportation doors opened beside his men in black. The men in black filed out and entered the real world from the Death God's Secret Realm.
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