In Helheim, little Barty looked at the noisy ring building in the distance.

"Where is that place?"

"arena."

Hoffa subconsciously replied, "The Eternal Arena, the stage prepared by Death for the undead."

"How do you know?"

Little Barty looked at Hoffa strangely.

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and then he became curious, yes, how could he know it? It was as if this knowledge had slipped into his head out of thin air, waiting for others to ask questions.

Countless ghosts flowed past the two of them like water and towards the ring arena. They whispered as they floated: "Who will the God of Death find to perform this time?"

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

"Stay long, how long?"

"It's been more than two hundred years at least."

"Thank God Death still remembers it."

"Who knows, it must look good anyway."

...

After the ghost passed by, little Barty said excitedly to Hoffa: "Let's go take a look, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa nodded, and they followed the ghosts and floated into the huge ring arena. It looked like a complete version of the ancient Roman Colosseum, with layers of high stone benches and dancing lights on the top.

Unknown flag.

The only difference is that the gravel in the center of the ring is scarlet, soaked with unknown amounts of blood. Even if you don't have a sense of smell, you can still feel the bloody smell contained in the gravel.

Looking at the scarlet gravel, Hoffa couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if he was facing the cruelty of 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 bloody altars and the raised butcher knives. Maybe times have changed, but the status of human beings in the world has never changed. Just like the actors on the stage.

, doing their best to please the audience. And this kingdom of the dead is the stage that belongs to the God of Death. Maybe the real world is the stage that belongs to God.

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

Hoffa shuttled among the ghosts and was secretly surprised. This scene was even better than the previous Quidditch World Cup. If all the living people were replaced by ghosts, it would be almost the scene of the Quidditch World Cup. So many

The ghosts gather here, what are they going to do?

Bang!!

As if to answer his doubts, there was a sound of balloons exploding. Countless colorful ribbons fell from the sky.

A huge clown balloon head suddenly popped out of the stands in the middle of the ghost. On top of the clown balloon head, sat a four-meter-tall black man. The black man wore gold and silver and held a microphone, which could be heard even from a long distance away.

See his excited white teeth.

Hoffa recognized him. The guy sitting on the clown balloon was Avada, the servant of Death.

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

Avada held up the microphone and made a very loud voice: "Everyone who comes to this arena will face three opponents. After defeating three opponents, he can leave this world, and even let the God of Death realize his own destiny.

A wish.”

Following Avada's words, countless ghosts burst into extremely fanatical shouts as if they had drunk nitroglycerin. Little Barty was infected by this atmosphere, and he also lay on the stand and shouted fanatically.

Hoffa was quite calm. It turned out that these people were here to visit Death's game. Did Death invite other people besides himself?

Avada stood up on the balloon and said with a very heroic attitude: "Next, we invite Davis Sawyer from 1864!!"

Bang, bang, bang...

Accompanied by the sound of armor clashing, a tall knight in armor walked out from the edge of the sand, with steady steps and amazing momentum.

Hoffa recognized the armor the moment he saw it. Wasn't it the guy who served Aglaia? Why did he also come to participate in the game of death?

I heard Avada standing on the balloon, pointing to the armor below, and said enthusiastically: "Davis Sawyer is an Englishman. His family went bankrupt when he was born, and his father was killed by the enemy. In order to survive, he once

He hunted lions alone in Africa and sold black slaves. After making enough money, he returned to England to kill his enemies. However, he was exiled to the American colonies for raping a judge's daughter, where he killed tens of thousands of Indians and became a prominent figure at the time.

Planter."

"Shhh!!"

Avada recounted the life stories of the men in the duel arena in detail, but the ghost in the audience made a strange sarcastic sound. He didn't know what he was sarcastic about, but Hoffa couldn't understand it.

Avada sat on the balloon and continued cheerfully:

"Now, in this soul-searching, can this man defeat his once powerful enemy and achieve his long-cherished wish? Let us wait and see. Now we have the first opponent of Davis Sawyer,

Coming from the wild magical world, one of the most dangerous magical creatures, the griffon!!"

roar!

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron cage on the other side of the sand was shattered by the impact. A huge monster eight meters long, with the body of a lion, the head and wings of an eagle, rushed out. It opened its extremely sharp beak and flew straight into the air.

Get the armored knight standing on the other side of the sand.

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

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

"Where did that guy get his body?"

The ghost of the middle-aged man stared at the arena intently and said loudly: "If you want a body, you can go to the underground lair to find a witch. She will not refuse anyone who comes, and she will definitely be able to fulfill your request."

"He also got his body from her?"

"Of course."

"But didn't that body melt away in a moment?"

"Those are 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, at least it will take fifty years of working for her."

"Why does she have to keep refining her body?"

Hoffa asked his most puzzling question, a question Aglaia had never given him an answer to.

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

After saying that, he suddenly shouted wildly, appearing extremely excited, and other ghosts also shouted wildly along with him.

It turned out that the armored knight in the middle of the sand defeated the giant griffin and disemboweled it, and its intestines and internal organs were spilled all over 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 have no intention of watching the duel.

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

Reminiscent of Aglaia's cold attitude towards him, the more Hoffa thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Could it be that he was already... green?

Avada's excited voice came from the height of the clown balloon: "Look, the most heroic warrior of the nineteenth century, Davis Sawyer, defeated the most ferocious griffon in his first game.

Just like 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 addicted to lust. Although he had countless women, he was eventually raped three times because of drunken sexual intercourse.

An Indian woman bit off her lower body and bled to death."

"Hahahahahahaha..."

The ghosts in the duel field burst into laughter, but Hoffa bit his lips and clenched his fists. He was still a lecher. How could such a person stay with Aglaia?

The armored man on the sand remained motionless, standing in the middle of the intestines flowing out from the gryphon, his chest rising and falling violently.

Avada teased: "In this feast of souls, the God of Death not only prepared powerful monsters for him, but also tempting delicacies."

As he spoke, the gryphon corpse on the sand turned into red smoke and disappeared into the air.

Hoffa thought that another monster was going to appear, but no, the red smoke swirled and settled, turning into a western dance hall with swaying red light. In the dance hall, several beautiful women walked toward the armored knight with wine bottles.

, the posture is extremely enchanting.

The ghosts in the stands booed loudly again, looking forward to it excitedly.

The armored man on the sand was not excited at all. He stood in the red-light ballroom and backed away cautiously, as if he was facing some wild beast. As he backed away, a steel pipe wrapped around beautiful legs appeared without warning.

Behind him, he bumped into someone and fell to the ground in a panic.

The slender thighs slipped from 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, allowing one of the women to take off his armor.

Next, the woman stuck out her long tongue and inserted it into his mouth. The woman's tongue was so long that the hairs on Hoffa's back stood up.

But the other ghosts watching were very excited and even stood up one after another, stretching their necks.

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

Suddenly, the stiff knight moved, and there was a violent sound on the sand. Davis suddenly tore the woman lying on him apart, and pulled out the tongue from his throat, which was at least half a meter long.

This action was like lighting a fuse. Three beautiful women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time and threw him to the ground. He hit one of the three people on the head, knocking the other person unconscious, but

In the blink of an eye, he was thrown to the ground by two other people. They held down the armor and beat it wildly.

The iron sheets on his body were torn off layer by layer. After tearing off the iron sheets, the bright red flesh and blood was exposed. The two women lay on his bright red wounds and sucked them hard. While sucking, they split into more individuals, far away.

It looks like a swarm of leeches, a shocking sight.

"A lot of people beat a lot of people?"
To be continued...