In Hörheim, Buddy Jr looked at the noisy circular building in the distance.
"What is that place?"
"The arena."
Hoffa answered instinctively. "The Eternal Arena, the stage prepared by the Grim Reaper for the undead."
"How do you know?"
Buddy Jr looked at Hoffa strangely.
Hoffa was stunned and then became curious. Yes, how did he know? This knowledge seemed to have drilled into his brain out of thin air, waiting for others to ask it.
Countless ghosts flowed past the two of them and into the circular arena. They whispered as they floated, "Who will the Grim Reaper find to perform this time?"
"I don't know. I heard it's a great Englishman who has been in the Underworld for a long time."
"How long? How long?"
"At least two hundred years."
"It's lucky that the Grim Reaper still remembers it."
"Who knows? Anyway, it must be a good show."
.....
After the ghosts floated past, Buddy Jr said to Hoffa excitedly, "Let's go take a look, Mr. Bach."
Huo Fa nodded. They followed behind the ghosts and floated into the huge circular arena. It was very much like the complete version of the Colosseum in ancient Rome. Tall, stacked stone stools were stacked high, and an unknown flag was fluttering at the top.
The only difference was that the sand in the center of the arena was scarlet. It was unknown how much blood had soaked through it. Even without the sense of smell, one could sense the bloody smell in the sand.
Looking at the scarlet sand, Hoffa couldn't help but shiver. He felt like he was facing the cruelty of the Great Path.
At this moment, he thought of the primitive humans in ancient times who sacrificed children and virgins to the gods, the bloody altars, and the raised butcher's knife. Perhaps times had changed, but the status of humans in the world had never changed. Just like the actors on the stage, they did everything they could to please the audience. And this country of the undead was the stage for the Grim Reaper. Perhaps the real world was the stage for God.
On the ring-shaped platform, countless floating ghosts were shouting in unison. They looked even more fanatical than when they were in the dark underground.
Hoffa shuttled through the ghosts and was secretly surprised. This scene was even better than the previous Quidditch World Cup. If all the living people were replaced with ghosts, it would almost be the same as the Quidditch World Cup. So many spirits gathered here, what were they trying to do?
Bang!!
As if to answer his doubts, there was the sound of a balloon exploding. Countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky.
All of a sudden, a huge clown balloon head popped out of the stands in the middle of the ghosts. On the clown balloon head sat a 4 m tall black man. That black man was wearing gold and silver. He was holding a microphone. Even from afar, Zhang Tie could see his excited white teeth.
Hoffa recognized him. The guy sitting on the clown balloon was Awada, the servant of Death.
"Welcome everyone to the Eternal Arena again. Watch the game between mortals and gods!!"
Awada raised the microphone and said in a loud voice, "Everyone who comes to this arena will face three opponents. After defeating the three opponents, you can leave this world. You can even fulfill one of Death's wishes."
Following Avada's words, the countless spirits seemed to have drunk nitroglycerin as they let out extremely fanatical cheers. Little Barty was infected by the atmosphere as he leaned on the spectator's stand and started cheering fanatically.
Huo Fa, on the other hand, was rather calm. So these people were here to watch the Game of Death. Could it be that Death had invited others aside from himself?
Avada stood up on the balloon and said in a heroic manner, "Next, we would like to invite Davis Sawyer from 1864!!"
Clang clang clang …
Accompanied by the sound of armor colliding, a tall knight in armor walked out from the edge of the sand. His steps were steady and his aura was shocking.
Hoffa recognized the armor the moment he saw it. Wasn't it the guy who served Aglaia? Why is he participating in Death's game?
Awada stood on the balloon and pointed at the armor below. He said excitedly, "Davis Sawyer is an Englishman. When he was born, his family went bankrupt and his father was killed by an enemy. In order to make a living, he hunted lions alone in Africa and sold black slaves. After earning enough money, he returned to England to kill his enemy. However, he was exiled to the American colony for raping the daughter of a judge. There, he killed tens of thousands of Native Americans and became a famous plantation owner. "
"Shh!!"
Awada recounted the life of the man in the arena with great familiarity. The ghosts in the audience strangely made sarcastic sounds. Hoffa didn't know what they were sarcastic about.
Awada sat on the balloon and continued cheerfully.
"Now, in this test from the soul, can this man defeat his strong enemy and fulfill his long-cherished wish? Let us wait and see. Now, let us welcome the first opponent of Davis Sawyer, one of the most dangerous magical creatures from the Wild Magic World, the Griffin!! "
Roar!
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron cage on the other side of the sand was smashed into pieces. An eight-meter-long monster with the body of a lion, the head of an eagle, and wings rushed out. It opened its sharp beak and went straight for the armored knight standing on the other side of the sand.
The armored knight and the Griffin immediately tore into each other. In the blink of an eye, flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The ghosts in the stands cheered bloodthirstily.
Hoffa looked at the blood splattering 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 ghost stared intently at the arena and said loudly, "If you want a body, you can go to the underground lair and find a witch. She doesn't reject anyone and will definitely satisfy your request."
"He got his body from her too?"
"Of course."
"But didn't that body melt in a while?"
"Those are 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. You'll have to work for her for at least 50 years."
"Why does she keep refining her body?"
Hoffa asked the question that puzzled him the most. Aglaia had never given him an answer to this question.
However, the middle-aged ghost just shook his head and said, "No one knows what the witch is thinking."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed in excitement, and the other spirits also started to scream with him.
It turned out that the armored knight in the middle of the sand had defeated the giant Griffin and cut open its abdomen. Its intestines and organs flowed all over the sand.
Hoffa looked at the blood on the sand and was a little disinterested. He felt that something was wrong. This made him not in the mood to watch the duel at all.
It took 50 years to get a new body. This armored man named Davis Sawyer had worked for Aglaia for 50 years?
Recalling Aglaia's cold attitude toward him, Hoffa felt more and more uncomfortable. Was he … cuckolded?
Avada's excited voice came from the clown balloon. "Look, the bravest warrior of the 19th century, Davis Sawyer, defeated the most ferocious Griffin in his first game. Just like the other monsters he defeated in his life, it was not difficult at all. However, Davis defeated countless foreign objects in his life, but he was addicted to sex. Although he had countless women, he was bitten off by three Native American women and bled to death because of a drunken mess. "
"Hahahahaha …"
The ghosts in the duel ground burst into laughter. Hoffa bit his lips and clenched his fists. He was actually a lecher. What good could it be for such a person to stay by Aglaia's side?
The armored man on the sand did not move. He stood in the middle of the Griffin's intestines, his chest rising and falling violently.
Avada mocked, "In this feast of souls, Death not only prepared powerful monsters for him, but also tempting delicacies."
As he spoke, the corpse of the Griffin on the sand turned into red smoke and disappeared into the air.
Hoffa thought that another monster was going to appear, but it did not. The red smoke settled down and turned into a swaying red western dance hall. In the dance hall, a few beautiful women walked toward the armored knight with bottles of wine in their hands. Their postures were extremely enchanting.
The ghosts in the stands booed loudly again, looking forward to it excitedly.
The armored man on the sand was not excited. He stood in the red dance hall and retreated cautiously, as if he was facing a primordial beast. As he retreated, a steel pipe wrapped around a beautiful woman's leg appeared behind him without warning. He crashed into it and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
The slender leg slid down the steel pipe like a python and turned into a beautiful woman. She climbed onto the armor. The man named Davis seemed to be petrified. He allowed one of the women to take off his armor. The woman stuck out her long tongue and stuck it into his mouth. The woman's tongue was so long that it made Hoffa's hair stand on end.
However, the other ghosts in the stands were very excited. They even stood up and stretched their necks.
The armor became less and less, and the tongue became longer and longer.
Suddenly, the stiff knight moved. There was a loud noise on the sand. Davis tore the woman lying on top of him apart and pulled out her tongue at least half a meter long.
This action was like lighting a fuse. The three beautiful women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time and threw him to the ground. He hit the head of one of the three women, knocking him unconscious. But in the blink of an eye, he was thrown to the ground by the other two women. They pressed down on his armor and beat him wildly, tearing off the iron skin on his body layer by layer. After tearing off the iron skin, the bright red flesh behind was exposed. The two women leaned over his bright red wound and started sucking on it with big mouthfuls. As they sucked, they split into more individuals. From afar, they looked like a group of leeches. It was a shocking scene.
"You have the advantage in numbers?"
Hoffa looked at the man in the crowd who was struggling among the women and asked in surprise.
"It doesn't matter. There are no superfluous rules here, and there is no need for so-called fairness. Death never cares about the process, only the result. The winner takes all."
The middle-aged ghost beside him said excitedly, "You can find any teammate, any help. As long as you can find one, you can use everyone in the world as a meat shield. Death won't mind."
"Has anyone ever won?"
"I don't know."
The middle-aged man shrugged noncommittally. Anyway, I don't know. But maybe in this game, Davis Sawyer is going to lose. "
In the short span of a few seconds, almost half of Davis's flesh had been gnawed away.
Hoffa looked at the center of the field. For some reason, two voices rose in his heart at the same time. A weak voice expressed sympathy for him, and a louder voice was cheering.
This guy had been with Aglaia for 50 years. It was too easy for him to die like this. What was scary was that there was no death in the world of the dead.
While he was secretly thinking, the man who fell on the sand struggled to stand up. His whole body was burning with an unknown flame. The flame had a faint blue color and protected him. The women who were wrapped around him were instantly burned to ashes when they touched the flame. They screamed and disappeared.
"He won. He defeated his second opponent!"
Avada shouted fanatically. "Look, that man defeated his lust. What helped him defeat his lust?! What was he thinking? "
Avada stood up from the balloon. "Let us admire Sir Davis Sawyer's thinking."
As he said that, a few bubbles appeared on the head of the man who was standing on the sand in a sorry state. The bubbles grew bigger and bigger.
In the end, an image appeared in the bubble. In the image, he was reborn in a huge crucible. A transparent silver-haired girl with a cold expression was controlling a stone puppet, pasting pieces of red-hot armor on his body.
"It's love. Oh, hell. It's love. In Hörheim!"
Avada shouted exaggeratedly. "Two hundred years of companionship made him fall in love with the person he served. That cold witch, the creator of the body in the dark lair."
Countless specters let out ear-piercing hisses. Those were the sounds of gossiping. Hoffa's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. The hissing was magnified in his mind. It was so ear-piercing.
"Hahahahaha. So, before the final battle, I would like to interview Mr. Davis Sawyer. What is your wish?"
"I want to free her from the endless cycle of reincarnation."
The man who was bathed in blood shouted with all his might. He looked at Avada who was sitting on the balloon. "Let her go, you bunch of devils!!"
"You love her! Tell me, don't you? "
"I love her. No one loves her more than me."
Davis roared with a ferocious expression.
Boom!!
Hoffa's brain seemed to have been ignited by something. The anger of being slandered rushed to the top of his head. He suddenly stood up in the stands and roared like thunder. "How dare you!"
"Hahahahaha."
Avada laughed wildly. "Yes, that's right, that's right. That's it!"
He raised the microphone and pointed at the stands with a feverish finger. Countless lights instantly gathered on Hoffa who stood up.
"Next, let us welcome the youngest Legendary Wizard from the magical world, who chased his lover from the world of the living to the kingdom of the dead — Planeswalker Hoffa Bach!"
Avada said, "Let us see this battle between love and love."
Driven by his emotions, Hoffa walked away from the stands step by step. Buddy Jr hurriedly stopped Hoffa. He was surprisingly calm. "Mr. Bach, we have to think of a way to leave this place first!"
Hoffa could not hear Buddy Jr.'s words. He only wanted to tear his "love rival" apart.
At this time, the middle-aged ghost beside Buddy Jr said, "Ha, what are you thinking, kid? Let him go. It's too easy for you to leave after winning the game of Death."
The other ghosts echoed, "It's the last opponent. It's too much of a loss to give up like this."
Buddy Jr's eyes widened. "We can leave after winning?"
"Of course. Avada is the spokesperson of Death. He never lies."
Buddy Jr immediately made way for Hoffa when he heard this. He even shouted behind him, "Mr. Bach, go for it. I'll help you."
However, this sentence was the same as Buddy Jr's obstruction. Hoffa did not take it seriously. He came to the center of the arena. The gravel rustled under his feet. The cheers of the ghosts disappeared at this moment and could no longer be heard. He could only see the broken flesh and armor of Davis Sawyer in front of him.
The two of them stood face to face for less than a few seconds. Davis was the first to move. Without a word, he started running. Huo Fa also activated his mental power to the maximum. The sand under his feet surged like a river, engulfing Davis in the blink of an eye.
The gravel rubbed against Davis' flesh. He rushed out of the sand on all fours and charged at Huo Fa, his face unrecognizable. The gravel formed a wall of spikes in his path, sandwiching him from both sides.
This time, his face was cold and he did not hold back.
The huge wall of spikes would smash Davis' armor and flesh every time it hit, but it could not stop him. He desperately rushed toward where Hoffa was standing.
Hoffa kept retreating to distance himself from him. He knew that there was no death in the Kingdom of the Dead, so he could only hope that he could destroy his body.
However, the man was surprisingly resilient. No matter what shape Hoffa turned the sand into to destroy him, he could always stand up from the storm-like attacks and relentlessly approach him.
In the end, Hoffa was forced to the edge of the sand and leaned against the stands of the arena.
Davis, who did not have much flesh on his body and was only a skeleton, broke through the last obstacle and hung onto Hoffa. He hugged his shoulder and struggled to yell in his ear, "It's not what you think. She's like a mother to me …"
"Mother your ass." Hoffa flew into a rage out of humiliation. "She's not even half your age."
After that, the sand turned into a fist and punched Davis away.
The ghosts in the stands cheered excitedly.
Accompanied by the cheers, Hoffa controlled the sand and pressed Davis against the Roman pillar in the arena. He roared, "Tell me, why is she so cold to me? Is it related to you?"
"Admit defeat," Davis said sadly with a bloody face. "As long as you admit defeat and let me finish the Game of Death, I'll tell you everything."
Hoffa sneered. "Why didn't you say that when you threw me out last time?"
"I only remembered when I threw you out, but it was too late. Admit defeat quickly, as long as you admit defeat …" Davis' lips squirmed and his voice became more urgent. "As long as you admit defeat, we still have hope. Otherwise, none of us can win."
Hoffa freed himself from his emotions and carefully looked at the man in front of him who was bathed in blood. His eyes were so sincere and anxious. It seemed that there was something that was hard to say.
He was not a stupid person. Everything that had just happened happened under the influence of intense emotions. Aglaia's indifference to him had deepened his anxiety. However, when he thought about it carefully, some kind of looming, omnipresent control was like an invisible hand, pushing him forward towards an invisible end.
Hoffa said, "It's not what I think it is?"
"No." Davis looked at him anxiously. "Quick, admit defeat quickly. We only have this one chance …"
Hoffa was a little hesitant, but he still undid the transformation spell bit by bit.
However.
Bang!!
Accompanied by a muffled sound, a stone appeared out of nowhere and fell heavily on Davis's head, smashing it into two halves. His brain juice flowed out.
His unexpected blow stunned Hoffa. Davis' anxious expression froze. His head tilted weakly, revealing an excited face behind.
"Mr. Bach!"
Buddy Jr controlled a stone and was excited as if he was asking for credit. "I did it, I did it. How is it? Did we finish the Game of Death? "
Hoffa looked at Davis, who was paralyzed on the ground, and could not say a word.
"Shh!!"
The ghosts in the stands hissed sharply, showing their disdain for this behavior.
"An evenly matched duel, but an unexpected failure."
A huge clown head balloon floated up from the stands. Avada said in a regretful voice, "This game tells us that sometimes it is really important to have a capable and caring servant."
The clown balloon floated above the sand of the duel arena and stopped. Avada floated down from the balloon to the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, another loser …"
He stood in front of Davis, whose head was smashed in half, and said emotionlessly, "Since you came to participate in this game, you already know the outcome of failure."
The man lying on the ground with his head smashed open couldn't speak. He swallowed blood and stared at Hoffa with an extremely painful expression.
Hoffa saw his eyes clearly. It was deep helplessness.
But why was it helplessness? He didn't have time to ask.
The huge clown balloon was tied to Davis' body and carried him all the way up. Blood dripped down like a line. Huo Fa's gaze followed the man as he rose higher and higher until he disappeared into the sky without a trace.
Hoffa knew exactly where he went. A few thousand meters above the arena was the Path of Thorns. Those who failed in the Eternal Arena would be hung on the Path of Thorns.
After doing all this, Avada turned around. "Mr. Bach, since you are here, do you want to continue playing?"
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