Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Helheim, Batty Jr. looked at the noisy circular building in the distance.

"Where is it?"

"arena."

Hoffa replied subconsciously, "Eternal Arena, the stage where death prepares for the undead."

"how do you know?"

Little Batty looked at Hoffa strangely.

Hoffa was taken aback, and then he became curious, right, how could he know. This knowledge is like getting into one's head out of thin air, waiting for others to ask questions.

Countless ghost waters generally flowed past the two of them, towards the ring arena, and they whispered as they fluttered: "Who will the **** of death look for to perform this time?"

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

"Stay long, how long?"

"It's less than two hundred years."

"Fortunately, death can remember it."

"Who knows, it must be pretty anyway."

After the ghost drifted by, Little Batty said to Hoffa with some excitement: "Let's go and see, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa nodded, and they followed behind those ghosts and floated into the huge circular arena, which resembles the full version of the ancient Roman Colosseum, with stacked stone benches high and floating on the top. Unknown flag.

The only difference is that the gravel on the center of the ring is scarlet. I don't know how much blood is soaked. Even if I don't have a sense of smell, I can feel the blood contained in the gravel.

Looking at the scarlet gravel, Hoffa couldn't help but shiver, and he had a cruel feeling of facing the road.

At this moment, he thought of the primitive humans who used children and virgins to sacrifice to the gods in ancient times, the **** altar and the high butcher knife. Perhaps the times have changed, but the status of mankind in the world has never changed. It's like an actor on the stage, trying his best to please the audience. And this kingdom of the dead is the stage that belongs to the **** of death. Perhaps the real world is the stage that belongs to God.

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

Hoffa travels through the ghosts, secretly surprised. This scene is even better than the previous Quidditch World Cup. If all the living people are replaced by ghosts, it will be almost the pomp of the Quidditch World Cup. With so many ghosts gathered here, what are we going to do?

boom! !

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

Suddenly a huge clown balloon head burst out from the stands in the middle of the ghost. On the clown balloon head, a **** man with a height of four meters was sitting. The black man was wearing gold and silver and holding a microphone. Seeing his excited white teeth.

Hoffa recognized him. The guy sitting on the clown balloon was Arvada, the servant of the **** of death.

"Welcome to the Eternal Arena again to watch the game of mortals and gods!!"

Arvada raised the microphone and made a very loud voice: "Everyone who comes to this arena will face three opponents. After defeating the three opponents, you can leave the world and even let the **** of death achieve his own A wish."

Accompanied by Arvada's words, countless ghosts erupted like nitroglycerin, with extremely feverish cries. Little Batty was infected by the atmosphere and screamed feverishly from the stands.

Hoffa was calm. It turned out that these people were here to visit the game of Death. Did Death invite anyone other than himself?

Arvada stood up on the balloon and said boldly: "Next, we have a request, from Davis Sawyer in 1864!!"

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang

Accompanied by the sound of armor colliding, a tall, armored knight walked out on the edge of the sand, with steady steps and amazing aura.

Hoffa recognized the armor as soon as he saw it. Isn't it the guy who serves Aglaia? Why did he come to participate in the game of death?

Just listen to Arvada standing on the balloon, pointing to the armor below, and saying enthusiastically: "Davis Sawyer was an Englishman, his family was bankrupt at birth, and his father was killed by the enemy. To live, he used to be alone. One man hunted lions in Africa, sold black slaves, and made enough money to return to Britain to kill his enemies, but was exiled to the American colony for **** the judge’s daughter, where he killed tens of thousands of Indians and became a prominent plantation at the time. Owner."

"Shhh!!"

Arvada tells the life of the men in the duel, but the spectator ghost makes a ridiculous voice. I don't know what the ridicule is, Hoffa can't understand.

Arvada sat on the balloon and continued cheerfully:

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

Roar!

As soon as the words fell, the iron cage on the other side of the sand was smashed into pieces. A huge monster with a body of a lion, an eagle's head and wings, eight meters long, rushed out. He opened his sharp beak and took the armored knight standing on the other half of the sand.

The armored knight and the griffin were torn together immediately, and the flesh and blood flew in the blink of an eye, and the ghosts on the stands let out **** cheers.

Hoffa looked at Cyclonus blood on the sand and couldn't help asking a middle-aged ghost next to him.

"How did that guy's body come from?"

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 is always here, and you can definitely satisfy your request."

"He also took his body from her?"

"of course."

"But the body, isn't it going to melt away in a while?"

"They are all ordinary bodies. As long as the witch is willing, she can also give you an iron body." The man said excitedly: "But the price is not ordinary. It takes less than 50 years to work for her."

"Why does she keep refining her body?"

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

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

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

It turned out that the armored knight in the middle of the sand defeated the giant griffin and broke it open. The intestines and organs flowed out of the sand.

Hoffa looked at the blood on the sand, with some lack of interest. He always felt that something was wrong, which made him totally unwilling to watch the duel.

It takes fifty years to work for another body. This armored man named Davis Sawyer actually worked for Aglaia for fifty years?

Reminiscent of Aglaia's indifferent attitude towards him, the more Hoffa thinks about it, the less he feels, is he already green?

Arvada’s excited voice came from the height of the clown balloon: “Look, Davis Sawyer, the most heroic warrior of the nineteenth century, defeated the most ferocious Griffin in his first game. Like the other monsters he defeated in his life, there was no difficulty at all. However, Davis defeated countless foreign objects in his life, but he was lustful and addicted. Although he had countless women, he was finally caught by three people because of his drunken sex. The Indian woman bit her lower body and bleed to death."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The ghost of the duel field let out a burst of laughter, but Hoffa bit his lip and clenched his fist. He was still a womanizer. What kind of a person can stay with Aglaia?

The armored man on the sand stood still, standing in the middle of the intestines flowing out of the griffon, his chest undulating violently.

Avada teased: "In this soul feast, the **** of death has not only prepared powerful monsters for him, of course, there are also tempting food."

While talking, the corpse of the griffon on the sand turned into red smoke and hovered into the air.

Hoffa thought that there would be another monster, but it didn't. The red smoke circulated and settled and turned into a red-swaying western ballroom. In the ballroom, a few glamorous women walked towards the armored knight holding wine bottles in a very enchanting posture.

The ghost in the stands let out a loud hiss again, looking forward with excitement.

The man in armor on the sand was not excited at all. He stood in the red light-shrouded ballroom, stepping back cautiously, as if facing some wild beast. Backing back, a steel pipe entangled with beautiful legs appeared behind him without warning. He slammed into it and fell to the ground embarrassedly.

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

But the other ghosts who watched were very excited, and even stood up one after another, their necks stretched out.

The armor is taken off less and less, and the tongue is getting longer and longer.

Suddenly, the stiff knight moved, and there was a violent noise from the sand. Davis violently tore the woman lying on his body, and pulled out the tongue from his throat at least half a meter long.

This action was like lighting the fuse. The three glamorous women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time and threw him to the ground. He hit one of the three in the head, knocking the other person unconscious, but In a blink of an eye, two other people fell to the ground, pressed the armor and knocked violently, tearing off the iron skin on his body layer by layer, after tearing off the iron skin, revealing the bright red flesh and blood behind him. The two women lay on his bright red wound and sucked. While sucking, it splits into more individuals, looking like a group of leeches from a distance, the picture is shocking.

"Many people hitting few people?"

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

"It doesn't matter, there are no extra rules here, and there is no need for so-called fairness. The **** of death never cares about the process, only the outcome, success or failure."

The middle-aged ghost next to him said excitedly: "You can find any teammate, any help, as long as you can find it, you use everyone in the world as a physical shield, and the **** of death will not mind."

"Has anyone ever won?"

"do not know."

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

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

Hoffa looked at the center of the venue. For some reason, two voices rose in his heart at the same time. A weak voice then expressed sympathy for him, while the other louder voice was loudly applauding.

This guy has stayed with Aglaia for fifty years, it would be cheaper for him to die like this. I am afraid that the world of the dead is not dead.

He was thinking secretly, but the man who fell on the sand struggled to stand up, and an unknown flame burned all over him. The flame has a faint blue color, guarding him, and the woman who entangled him was burned to ashes in an instant after touching the flame, and disappeared screaming.

"He won, he defeated the second opponent!"

Arvada shouted feverishly, "Look, that man defeated sensuality, what helped him defeat sensuality!? What is he thinking of?"

Arvada stood up from the balloon, "Let's admire Sir Davis Sawyer's thinking."

As he said, a few bubbles appeared on the forehead of the man standing in embarrassment 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, and a cold-faced transparent silver-haired girl controlled the stone puppet and stuck pieces of red armor on him.

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

Arvada exaggeratedly exclaimed: "The company for more than two hundred years has made him fall in love with the person he serves, the cold witch, the body maker in the dark lair."

Countless ghosts uttered harsh hissing sounds, which belonged to gossip searching sounds. Hoffa's face was gloomy and was about to drip, and the hiss was infinitely magnified in his mind, so harsh.

"Hahahahaha, so, before the last duel, I want to interview Mr. Davis Sawyer, what is your wish?"

"I want to free her from endless reincarnation."

The **** man shouted vigorously. He looked at Arvada sitting on the balloon, "Let her go, you demons!!"

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

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

Davis roared grimly.

boom! !

Hoffa's brain was ignited by something, and a certain slanderous anger rushed to the top door. He suddenly stood on the stand and stood up, roaring like thunder: "Dare you!"

"Hahahahaha,"

Arvada laughed wildly, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it!"

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

"Let me please, from the magical world, the youngest legendary wizard, who came from the living world to chase his lover to the kingdom of the dead-the travel wizard Hoffabach!"

Arvada: "Let us see, this battle between love and love."

Driven by emotion, Hoffa left the stands step by step. Little Batty hurriedly stopped Hoffa, he was surprisingly calm, "Mr. Bach, we have to find a way to leave here first!"

How could Hoffa hear Barty Jr., he just wanted to tear up the "rival in love" in front of him.

At this time, the middle-aged ghost on the side said next to Little Batty: "Ha, what are your kid thinking, let him go. You won the Grim Reaper's game of Grim Reaper. Don't be too simple to leave."

Other ghosts also echoed: "It's the last opponent. It would be a shame to give up like this."

Little Batty's eyes widened: "If you win, this guy can go?"

"Of course, Arvada is the spokesperson of the **** of death, he never lied."

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

However, this sentence was the same as Barty's obstruction, and Hoffa was not heard. He came to the center of the duel, the gravel rustled under his feet, and the cheers of the ghosts disappeared for a 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 stood face to face for less than a few seconds. Davis moved first. He ran directly without saying a word. Hoffa also directly maximized his mental power. The gravel under his feet was tumbling and surging like a river in the blink of an eye. Engulf Davis.

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

This time his face was cold, and he didn't keep his hands at all.

The huge spiked wall smashed Davis's armor and flesh with every impact, but failed to stop his footsteps, and he rushed towards the place where Hoffa was standing.

Hoffa kept retreating and distanced himself from him. He knew that the kingdom of the dead was not dead, so he could only hope that he could destroy his body.

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

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

There is not much flesh on his body, only the skeleton is left. Davis broke through the last obstacle and hung on Hoffa suddenly, holding his shoulders, and screaming in his ears with difficulty: "It's not what you think, she told me It’s like a mother."

"Mother, your uncle," Hoffa became angry with anger. "She is less than half your age."

After speaking, 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 pillar of the duel, and roared: "Say, why is she so cold to me, is it related to you?"

"Give up," Davis said. "As long as you admit defeat and let me finish the game of Reaper, I will tell you everything."

Hoffa sneered: "Why didn't you tell me the last time you threw me out."

"I just thought of it when I threw you, but it's too late. Give up quickly. As long as you surrender." Davis's lips squirmed and his voice became more and more urgent: "As long as you give up, we still have hope, otherwise none of us will win. No more."

Freed from his emotions, Hoffa carefully looked at the **** man in front of him, his eyes were so earnest and so worried. There really seems to be something unspeakable.

He is not a stupid person. Everything that just happened was driven by intense emotions. Aglaia's indifference to him has deepened this anxiety. But when you think about it carefully, something is looming and everywhere. His control is like an invisible big hand, pushing him forward and toward an invisible end.

Hoffa: "Not what I thought?"

"No," Davis looked at him anxiously, "Quickly, hurry up and give up, we only have one chance."

Hoffa hesitated, but still a little bit to unlock the transformation technique.

however.

boom! !

Accompanied by a muffled noise, a rock appeared out of place, and it fell heavily on Davis's head, directly smashing his head in half. The brains flowed out.

His unexpected blow stunned Hoffa, Davis's anxious expression solidified, and his head tilted weakly, revealing an excited face behind him.

"Mr. Bach!"

Little Batty controlled a stone and was excited as a tribute, "I did it, how about it? Did we finish the game of death?"

Hoffa looked at Davis who collapsed and couldn't say a word.

"Shhh!!"

The ghosts in the stands let out a sharp hiss, expressing their contempt for this behavior.

"A close match, but an unexpected failure."

A huge clown head balloon floated 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 intimate servant."

The clown balloon floated over the sand in the duel, and stopped, and Arvada floated from the balloon to the ground.

"Tsk tusk, another loser"

Standing in front of Davis whose head was smashed in half, he said without emotion: Since you have come to participate in this game, you already know the outcome of failure. "

The man lying on the ground had his head cracked and he could not speak. He gulped his blood and stared at Hoffa with extremely painful eyes.

Hoffa saw his eyes clearly, it was deep helplessness.

But why is it helpless? He was too late to ask.

The huge clown balloon was tied to Davis's body and flew up all the way with him. The blood fell down like lines, and Hoffa's sight followed the man a little bit higher until he disappeared into the sky without a trace.

Where he went, Hoffa is clear. A few kilometers above the arena is the way of thorns. Anyone who fails in the eternal arena will be hung on the way of thorns.

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