The three of them followed the narrow path of the Underworld all the way down. The Son of the Night God followed behind them like a ghost, getting closer and closer. Finally, they boarded the elevator to the bottom and left the Son of the Night God far behind.
In the elevator, the two of them looked behind them nervously, neither of them speaking. A terrible pessimism pervaded this temporary team.
This was only the second opponent, and it was already so terrifying. How terrifying would the third opponent be? If he was defeated, wouldn't he never be able to return to the real world? Moreover, he would forever be hung on the Path of Thorns by the Grim Reaper, falling into endless torment.
Hoffa thought as the elevator slowly descended to the ground. He and Buddy Jr fell back to the filthy and dark pancreatic island at the bottom. Compared to the frenzied Arena of Eternity just now, this place was as quiet as a different world.
He didn't know if it was because the physical body had run out of time, or if they had all gone to watch the game between him and the Grim Reaper. The ghosts who had controlled the physical body to party here last time had all disappeared. On the dark and rugged island, only grass-like worms were left on the surface, dancing in the wind.
From afar, there was a strange beauty.
"Is this the Hörheim? It's really strange. "
Mille couldn't help but whisper.
Hoffa didn't say anything. He followed Buddy Jr back to the entrance of the crypt where they first saw Aglaia. But this time, the crypt was firmly sealed by an iron door. It wouldn't budge even if they pushed it.
"How do we get in? Do you have a way? "
Hoffa pointed at the door and asked Mille.
"Don't you know how to knock?"
Mille asked teasingly.
"She probably doesn't know how to open it."
Hoffa muttered.
"Tsk, you'll have this day too."
Mille controlled Hoffa's right hand to raise and point at the iron door. "Araho, open."
The gray curse hit the iron door, but it didn't cause any ripples.
"No, this door might be made of some anti-magic material. The curse can't open it," Mille said.
Hoffa: "…"
"Look, Mr. Bach."
Buddy Jr. nudged Hoffa and pointed into the distance.
Following Buddy Jr.'s finger, a crack opened at the top of a tall tower in the distance. Countless fresh corpses fell to the ground from the crack.
Like flies that smelled rotten meat, the scattered souls flew up and drilled into the bodies one by one, making those bodies move. This time, there were very few of them, and most of their bodies were wasted.
"What are you doing?"
Buddy Jr. said in shock.
"We can go in from there."
Buddy Jr. pointed at the crack high up. "That should lead to the inside."
"Let's go."
Hoffa nodded.
No one cared about the confused Mille, and no one answered his question. He opened his mouth and cursed unhappily.
The two of them quickly climbed up the dilapidated tower and squeezed through the narrow slit in the tower that was used to transport bodies. Not long after, the crack closed again and the light disappeared completely. Mille raised his right hand. "Flicker."
The deep tunnel was illuminated by the light. With the help of the light, they could see some broken limbs in the tunnel that were slowly decomposing into worms.
"Disgusting. Are you sure Aglaia is with these things every day?" Mille looked around in his right hand.
Hoffa didn't say anything. He was also very upset.
The ground shook, and something outside let out a sharp roar, causing the entire tower to shake.
It was the Son of the Night God who had caught up, but he was one step too late. The crack that transported the corpses had closed.
Hoffa was scared out of his wits. He quickly increased his crawling speed, and they crawled through the dark tunnel. They came to a gloomy room with countless stone puppets. Each of these stone puppets was as big as the statues on Easter Island. They moved slowly in the dark like workers in an assembly line, cleaning stone troughs, cauldrons, transporting worms, and stones.
There was a pipe in the deepest part of the cave. An unknown transparent liquid flowed like a waterfall.
"What is this? A factory in the Underworld?"
Mille asked softly.
"I don't know … Don't talk." Hoffa and Buddy Jr. slowly climbed through the pipe at the top, trying not to attract the attention of the stone puppets.
However, the puppets were dull and had no consciousness. They only knew how to work mechanically, and they didn't care about the two people climbing through the pipe.
They followed the pipe and crawled through the workshop like cave. Then, they entered a tunnel that spiraled downward. Soon, they reached the end of the tunnel, and it opened up before them.
They came to the top of a crypt. The crypt was the same as last time. It was dilapidated but gorgeous. There were some stone cabinets and belongings. The only thing missing was the huge cauldron from before. It looked much more spacious.
A translucent silver-haired spirit floated in the room, rummaging through the cabinets in front of it. It was very quiet.
Seeing that figure, Miller sucked in a breath of cold air and moaned, "God, how many years has it been …"
* Boom! *
The tower shook twice, and the dust on top of the crypt fell straight down.
Even from far away, Huo Fa could feel his body violently slamming into the cave. The situation was getting worse and worse.
Without the time for Mille and Aglaia to catch up, Hoffa jumped down from the ceiling and walked quickly to the silver-haired spirit.
"Aglaia, Aglaia?"
Hoffa raised his hand, afraid of causing a misunderstanding. "Listen, it's me. Although I changed my body, you have created so many bodies. You must understand that it's just a shell. "
The silver-haired spirit didn't look at him. She just picked through the cabinets, ignoring the three people who came into the room. She also turned a deaf ear to the violent shaking outside. It was as if she didn't care about anything that happened. She was so cold that it was frightening.
Hoffa quickly continued, "I joined the Game of Death and have to defeat three opponents. Now, it's the second opponent, but I've encountered some problems.
I want to ask if you can prepare a Blood Decay Potion for me. If you need time, Mille and I can buy you time. If you need materials, I can ask Buddy Jr … "
"Move."
The silver-haired spirit floated out of Hoffa's body. She moved her arms, and the stone puppets in the room followed her movements, moving things around in the crypt room.
"Aglaia, I'm running out of time. I know, you're very good at potions … "
"Move."
The silver-haired ghost still interrupted Huo Fa indifferently.
No matter how patient Huo Fa was, he could not help but stomp his feet in frustration. "I'm trying to save you! Can't you talk to me like a normal person?" he yelled frantically as he followed the silver-haired spirit around.
Mille suddenly opened her mouth. "You're not Aglaia."
"What?" Hoffa was shocked. "What are you talking about?"
"The person I know isn't like you. She's passionate, more proactive than anyone else. She's so proactive that I hate her. But even so, it doesn't stop me from admiring her." Mille continued, "You're not her. That trait that's engraved in your soul can't be changed. You're too negative."
"What?"
Hoffa was shocked. He quickly turned his head and looked at the silver-haired spirit.
The silver-haired ghost stopped what he was doing and looked at Huo Fa with an inexplicable luster in his blue ghost-like eyes.
"No …"
Hoffa slowly shook his head. "I know who she is. I'll recognize her even if she's turned to ashes."
"Then why didn't she react when she saw me?" Mille shouted indignantly. "Hey, I'm her best friend's brother. I've been through what you've been through!"
* Bang!! *
Accompanied by a jarring sound, a pair of blood-red hands were inserted into the gap of the crypt room's door. The veins on the hands were bulging as they forced the door open.
The door stopped Hoffa and Mille, but it couldn't stop the Son of the Night God. Mille stopped talking. Hoffa and Buddy Jr leaned close together and raised their right hands. Facing the monster in this small space, they had nowhere to run.
"You two, take ten steps to the left and go behind the cabinet."
The silver-haired spirit gave the order without looking up.
"What?"
Buddy Jr didn't react. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes."
She said simply.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Little Barty said indignantly, "I think Mr. Bach came to this godforsaken place just for you. Can't you be a little nicer?"
"Shut up."
Hoffa quickly covered Buddy Jr's mouth to stop him from talking. Then, he didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Aglaia's tone was much gentler than before.
He didn't know where his confidence came from, but he pulled Buddy Jr behind the cabinet.
Just as they went behind the cabinet, the Son of the Night God tore the door in half with a loud bang. He crawled in from the side. Gray-haired, golden-eyed, his upper body was covered in blood, and his eyes were as ferocious as a beast's. He looked around as soon as he entered.
Hoffa hid behind the cabinet and shouted, "Aglaia, that's not me. That's the body of the Grim Reaper. Don't mistake it for someone else."
"You're still thinking about her at a time like this? You've lost your mind."
Mille said angrily, "Think about how to escape!"
The Son of the Night God immediately located Hoffa behind the stone cabinet. He stepped forward and appeared in front of Hoffa in the blink of an eye, reaching out to grab him.
"Go around the cabinet three times clockwise."
The silver-haired spirit's calm voice entered Hoffa's ears.
Huo Fa immediately pulled Little Barty and circled around the cabinet. Although the Son of the Night God was extremely strong, without the control of his rationality, he did not seem to be very bright. He did not manage to grab Barty with one hand, so he followed Huo Fa and circled around behind the cabinet.
After three rounds, the silver-haired spirit said again, "Walk twenty steps to the right and stay where you are."
Hoffa quickly pulled Buddy Jr away from the cabinet. Buddy Jr looked back in disbelief. They had already left the cabinet, but the Son of the Night God was still circling around it. It looked a little funny.
Twenty steps to the right was a tattered carpet. Hoffa remembered that there was a big cauldron here last time, but it wasn't there this time.
After a dozen rounds, the Son of the Night God finally realized that Hoffa was gone. He violently smashed the stone cabinet in front of him and slowly walked toward Hoffa with his fists clenched.
However, because he had walked too many rounds, he was dizzy and couldn't walk as fast as before. Instead, he staggered as if he was drunk.
"What should we do next?"
Hoffa looked at the guy who was staggering toward him and turned to ask Aglaia.
"Don't move."
She didn't even look back as she continued to pick and choose from the pile of bottles and jars. Huo Fa's heart burned with anxiety as he watched her.
However, at this moment, there was a dull thud. A heavy object fell from the sky and accurately hit the Son of the Night God's head.
Hoffa looked up. It turned out that the stone golem had brought back the cauldron that had been cleaned and placed it on the spot where the Son of the Night God had passed.
What's going on? Did Aglaia expect him to walk in that spot?
Hoffa couldn't help but feel that it was ridiculous.
However, it was a little too unrealistic to use a large crucible to smash the body that had been blessed by the Night God to death …
As expected, the cauldron shook twice and let out a crisp sound. The Son of the Night God had punched through it from the bottom. He crawled on the edge of the cauldron and was about to climb out.
"Aglaia, he's free!!"
Hoffa shouted loudly.
"What the hell? I have to do it myself! "
Mille quickly raised his right hand and began to chant an incantation.
However, the silver-haired spirit freed one hand and snapped his fingers with his back facing the cauldron.
* Splash! *
The tall stone golem opened the pipe.
A clear liquid fell from the pipe and splashed into the cauldron. In the blink of an eye, the cauldron was filled to the brim.
The Son of the Night God in the cauldron let out a shrill cry. As the clear liquid rushed into his body, his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
First, it was the skin, then the flesh, and then the bones and organs. He struggled and roared in the cauldron. However, he couldn't stop his body from melting.
In less than three seconds, he was completely melted into a skeleton.
Hoffa stared with his mouth agape as the clear liquid in the cauldron gradually turned blood-red. He watched as the blood-red skeletal hand on the surface of the cauldron slowly sank until it couldn't make a sound anymore.
Buddy Jr and Mille were also dumbfounded. They stared at the cauldron on the ground and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Hoffa held his breath and walked to the side of the cauldron. He looked inside and saw that the blood-red cauldron was bubbling. There were also some bone fragments rolling inside. However, the bone fragments quickly melted and the cauldron finally fell into complete silence. He was afraid that he would never be able to revive again.
"That's Horaswald's stomach juice. Don't touch it."
After warning him, the silver-haired spirit floated away and continued to rummage through her precious stone cabinet. From beginning to end, she didn't turn around. She didn't even look at the Son of the Night God.
After a while, Hoffa turned his head mechanically and looked at the calm Aglaia. He asked in a hoarse voice, "You … What have you experienced???"
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