Hoffa looked at the man in the crowd 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. The God of Death never cares about the process, only about the results. Winner or loser."

The middle-aged ghost next to him said excitedly: "You can find any teammates or any help. As long as you can find it, the God of Death won't mind if you use everyone in the world as a human shield."

"Has anyone ever won?"

"have no idea."

The middle-aged man shrugged noncommittally. Anyway, I don’t know. But maybe Davis Sawyer seems to be losing this game."

In just a few seconds of talking, almost half of the flesh and blood on Davis' body had been eaten away.

Hoffa looked at the center of the field. For some reason, two voices rose up in his heart at the same time. One weak voice expressed sympathy for him, while the other louder voice cheered loudly.

This guy has been with Aglaia for fifty years, so it would be easier for him to die like this. He is just afraid that there is no death in the world of the dead.

He was thinking secretly, but the man who fell on the sand struggled to stand up, and an unknown flame burned all over his body. The flame had a light blue color, guarding him, and the woman entwining him was touching him.

After reaching the flames, it was instantly burned to ashes, and the screams disappeared.

"He won, he defeated his second opponent!"

Avada shouted enthusiastically, "Look, that man defeated the lust of the flesh. What helped him defeat the lust of the flesh!? What on earth was going on in his mind?"

Avada stood up from the balloon, "Let us appreciate the thinking of Sir Davis Sawyer."

As he said this, several bubbles appeared on the forehead of the man who was standing awkwardly 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 crucible. A transparent silver-haired girl with a cold face controlled the stone puppet and attached pieces of red-hot armor to his body.

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

Avada exclaimed exaggeratedly: "After more than two hundred years of companionship, he fell in love with the person he served, the cold witch, the body maker in the dark lair."

Countless ghosts made harsh hisses, which were the searching sounds of gossip. Hoffa's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip with tears. The hisses were infinitely amplified in his mind, so harsh.

"Hahahahaha, so before the final showdown, 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 covered in blood shouted with all his strength. He looked at Avada sitting on the balloon, "Let her go, you devils!!"

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

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

Davis roared with a ferocious face.

boom!!

Hoffa's brain seemed to be ignited by something, and some kind of slandered anger rushed straight to the top door. He suddenly stood up in the stands and roared like thunder: "You dare!"

"Hahahahaha,"

Avada laughed wildly, "Yes, that's right, that's right, that's it!"

He held up the microphone and pointed his finger feverishly at the stands. Countless lights instantly focused on Hoffa, who stood up.

“Now I’m inviting you, the youngest legendary wizard from the magical world, the planeswalker Hoffa Bach who chased his lover from the world of the living to the kingdom of the dead!”

Avada: "Let's see this showdown between love and love."

Driven by his emotions, Hoffa left the stands step by step. Barty Jr. quickly stopped Hoffa, but he was surprisingly calm, "Mr. Bach, we have to find a way to get out of here first!"

How could Hoffa hear Barty Jr.'s words? He just wanted to tear the "love rival" in front of him alive.

At this time, the middle-aged ghost on the side said to little Barty: "Ha, what are you kid thinking? Let him go. He has won the game of Death. If you want to leave, don't make it too easy."

Other ghosts also agreed: "We have reached the last opponent. It would be a shame to give up like this."

Little Barty's eyes widened: "If I win, this guy can leave?"

"Of course, Avada is the spokesman of death. He never lies to others."

Upon hearing this, Barty Jr. immediately made way for Hoffa, and even followed him and shouted: "Come on, Mr. Bach, I will help you."

However, this sentence, like Barty Jr.'s obstruction, was not heard by Hoffa. He came to the center of the duel field, and the gravel rustled under his feet. The cheers of the ghosts disappeared in an instant and could no longer be heard. He

All he could see was 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 without saying a word. Hoffa also directly turned on his mental power to the maximum. The gravel under his feet rolled and surged like a river. In the blink of an eye, he

Swallow Davis.

The gravel rubbed against Davis's flesh and blood. He rushed out of the sand on his hands and knees, and rushed towards Hoffa beyond recognition. The gravel formed a wall of spikes in his path, pinching in from both sides.

This time his face was cold and he didn't hold back at all.

Every impact of the huge spiked wall would break Davis' armor and flesh, but it failed to stop him. He desperately rushed towards where Hoffa was standing.

Huofa kept retreating and keeping distance 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.

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 attacks and approach him relentlessly.

In the end, Hoffa was forced to the edge of the sand and leaned against the stands of the duel arena.

Davis, who didn't have much skin and flesh on his body and had only a skeleton left, broke through the last obstacle and hung on Hoffa. He hugged his shoulders and screamed in his ear: "It's not what you think, she did to me."

She feels like a mother..."

"Mother, sir," Hoffa said angrily, "she is less than half your age."

After saying that, the sand turned into a fist and punched Davis away.

The ghosts in the stands cheered excitedly.

Accompanied by cheers, Hoffa controlled the sand and pinned Davis to the Roman column in the duel arena, roaring: "Tell me, why is she so cold to me? Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Admit defeat," Davis said sadly with a bloody face. "As long as you admit defeat and let me complete Death's game, I will tell you everything."

Hoffa sneered: "Why didn't you say anything when you threw me out last time?"

"I didn't remember it until I threw you, but it's too late. Hurry up and admit defeat. As long as you admit defeat..." Davis' lips moved and his voice became more and more urgent: "As long as you admit defeat, we still have hope.

, otherwise none of us can win.”

Hoffa was freed from his emotions and looked carefully at the bloody man in front of him. His eyes were so sincere and anxious. It seemed that there was something unspeakable.

He is not a stupid person. Everything that just happened happened under the influence of strong emotions. Aglaia's indifference towards him only deepened this anxiety. But when you think about it carefully, something is looming and appearing everywhere.

His control is like an invisible big hand, pushing him forward towards an invisible end point.

Hoffa: "Not what I thought?"

"No," Davis looked at him anxiously, "Quick, hurry up and admit defeat, we only have this one chance..."

Hoffa was a little hesitant, but still unlocked the transformation trick bit by bit.

However.

Bang!!

With a muffled sound, a stone appeared at an inappropriate time and fell heavily on Davis' head, smashing his head in half. His brains flowed out.

His unexpected blow stunned Hoffa, and Davis' anxious expression froze. His head tilted away, revealing an excited face behind him.

"Mr. Bach!"

Little Barty controlled a stone and was as excited as claiming credit, "I did it, I did it, how about it? Have we completed the game of Death?"

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

"Shhh!!"

The ghosts in the stands booed sharply, expressing their disdain for this behavior.

"An evenly matched duel, but an unexpected failure."

The huge clown head balloon floated up from the stands, and Avada said in a very regretful voice: "This game teaches us that sometimes having a capable and caring servant is really important."

The clown balloon floated above the sand in the duel arena, stopped, and Avada fell 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 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 could not speak. He swallowed blood and stared at Hoffa with extremely painful eyes.

Hoffa saw clearly the look in his eyes, which showed deep helplessness.

But why was he helpless? It was too late for him to ask.

The huge clown balloon was tied to Davis's body and took him flying upwards. Blood fell like lines, and Hoffa's eyes followed the man higher and higher until he disappeared into the sky without a trace.

Hoffa knew exactly where he went. Thousands of meters above the arena was the Path of Thorns. Those who failed in the Eternal Arena would be hung on the Path of Thorns.
Chapter completed!