Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

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

"Where is there?"

"Arena."

Hoffa's subconsciously answer, "Eternal Arena, Death's arena for the undead. "

"How do you know?"

Barty Jr. looked at Hoffa strangely.

Hoffa was taken aback, and then he became curious, yes, 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 flow from the sides of the two to the ring arena, and they whisper as they flutter: "Who will the Death look for to perform this time?"

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

"Stay for a long time, how long?"

"Let’s say it has been more than two hundred years. "

"Fortunately, Death can still remember it."

"Who knows, it must be pretty anyway."

..... .

After the ghosts drifted by, Barty Jr. was a little excited and said to Hoffa: "Let’s go and see, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa nodded, they followed those ghosts , Floated into the huge circle arena, which is very similar to the complete volume of the ancient Roman Colosseum, with layers of stone bench yards high and unknown flags floating on the top.

The only difference is that the gravel in 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 perceive the blood-reeking qi contained in the gravel.

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

At this moment, he thought of Far Ancient Era, those primordial humans who sacrificed to the Spiritual God with children and virgins, the bloody 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 belongs to the stage of Death. Perhaps the reality of the 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 Quiddich world cup before. If all the living people are replaced by ghosts, it is almost the ostentation of the Quiddich world cup. NS. 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 of the stands in the middle of the ghost. On the clown balloon head, a big black man with a height of four meters was sitting. The black man was wearing gold and silver and holding a microphone. Even far away, he could see his excited white teeth.

Hoffa recognized him. The guy sitting on the clown balloon was Arvada, Death's servant.

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

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

With Avada If so, countless ghosts erupted like nitroglycerin, with extremely feverish cries. Barty Jr. was infected by the atmosphere and also screamed feverishly from the stands.

Hoffa is still calm. It turns out that these people are here to visit the Death game. Did Death invite anyone other than himself?

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

Dangdangdangdang...

Along with the sound of armor colliding, a tall, armored Knight walked out on the edge of the sand, with steady steps and an amazing imposing manner.

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

Just listen to Arvada standing on the balloon, pointing to the armor underneath, and saying enthusiastically: "Davis Sawyer is a British man, his family went bankrupt when he was born, and his father was killed by the enemy. Death. To live, he alone hunted lions in Africa, sold black slaves, and returned to Britain after earning enough money, but was exiled to the American colony for raping the judge’s daughter, where he killed tens of thousands of Indians. He became the famous plantation owner at that time."

"Shh!!"

Avada tells the life of the man in the duel, but as the spectator's ghost Qiqi made a sarcasm, and Hoffa couldn't understand what he was ridiculing.

Avada sat on the balloon and continued cheerfully:

"Now, in this soul-based consideration, whether this man can defeat the once powerful enemy, Fulfill our long-cherished wish? Let's wait and see, now-please first Davis Sawyer's first opponent, from the wild magic world, one of the most dangerous magic creatures, Griffin!!!"

roar!

tone barely fell, the iron cage on the other side of the sand was hit and shattered. A huge monster with a length of eight meters, a lion's body, an eagle's head and wings rushed out. He opened his sharp beak and took the armor Knight standing on the other half of the sand.

The Knight's armor immediately tore to Griffin, and the blood flew in the blink of an eye, and the ghosts in the stands let out bloody cheers.

Hoffa looked at the blood raging 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 ghost stared at the arena intently, loudly said: "If you want a body, you can Go to the underground lair to find a witch, she will not refuse to come, she can certainly satisfy your request."

"He also took his body from her?"

"Of course."

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

"They are all ordinary bodies. As long as the witch is willing, she can give it to you. An iron body." The man said excitedly: "But the price is not ordinary. I can only work for her for fifty years."

"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 screamed and looked extremely excited, and other ghosts followed him. Let's scream together.

It turned out that Knight, the armor in the middle of the sand, defeated the giant Griffin and cracked it. 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, Hoffa felt more uncomfortable the more he thought about it. 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 in his first game. For Griffin, the most brutal, just like the other monsters he defeated in his life, there is 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 drunk. After being chaotic, three Indian women bite off their lower body and bleed to death."

"hahahahahahaha..."

The ghost of the duel field burst into laughter. , Hoffa clenched his lips and clenched his fists. He was still a womanizer. What kind of kindness can such a person stay with Aglaia?

The armored man on the sand stood still, standing in the middle of Griffin's intestines, his chest heaving violently.

Avada teased: "In this soul feast, Death prepared him not only powerful monsters, of course, but also attractive food."

, Griffin's corpse on the sand turned into red smoke and hovered into the air.

Hoffa thought there was going to be another monster, but it didn't. Those red smoke hovered and settled and turned into a red light swaying western dance hall. In the ballroom, a few beautiful and alluring women walked to the armor Knight with their wine bottles in a very enchanting posture.

The ghost in the stands made a loud boo again, excitedly looking forward to it.

The man in armor on the sand is not excited at all. He stands in the red light-shrouded ballroom, backing cautiously, as if facing some Great Desolate 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 beautiful and alluring woman. She climbed onto the armor, and the man named Davis seemed to be petrified. Let it be. A woman took off his armor. The woman spit out a long tongue and stuck it into his mouth. The woman's tongue was so long that the hairs on the back of Hoffa stood up.

But the other ghosts watching were very excited, and even stood up one after another, the old man with his neck stretched out.

The more the armor is taken off, the less, 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.

This action is like lighting a fuse. Three beautiful and alluring women turned into hungry ghosts at the same time, and they 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 they were thrown to the ground by two other people. They 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 afterwards. . 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 horrible to see.

"More people hitting less?"

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, and no so-called fairness. Death never cares about the process, only the result. Winner is the king, loser is the villain."

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 meat shield, and Death won't mind."

"Has anyone won?"

"I don't know."

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

In just a few seconds of speaking, the flesh and blood of Davis has been eaten by almost half.

Hoffa looked at the center of the field, and for some reason, his heart rose at the same time. There were two voices, a weak voice then expressed sympathy for him, and the other louder voice was a loud applause.

This guy has stayed with Aglaia for fifty years, so Death is cheaper for him. 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, his whole body burned with unknown Flame. 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 his second opponent! "

Avada shouted enthusiastically, "Look, that man defeated sensuality, what helped him defeat sensuality!" ? What is he thinking about? "

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

Speaking, 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 bubbles. , He was reborn from a huge cauldron, a cold-faced, transparent silver-haired young girl controlled the stone puppet and stuck pieces of red armor on him.

"It’s love, oh hell, It's actually love, in Helheim! "

Avada 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 physical maker in the dark lair. "

Countless ghosts are making harsh hissing sounds, which are gossip searching sounds. Hoffa's face is gloomy about to drip, and the hissing is infinitely amplified in his mind, so harsh.

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"hahahahaha, so, before the final match, I want to interview Mr. Davis Sawyer, what is your wish? "

"I want to free her from endless within reincarnation. "

The bloody 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 with a sullen face.

bang! !

Hoffa's brain is like being lit by something, some kind of slander Angrily rushed to the top door, he suddenly stood on the stand and stood up, roaring like thunder: "You dare! "

"hahahahaha,"

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

He held the microphone and pointed his zealous finger at the stands. Countless lights gathered on Hoffa who stood up in an instant.

"Please follow me, from magic world, the youngest The legendary wizard, from the living world to chase the lover to the kingdom of the dead-Planeswalker Hoffa.Bach! "

Avada: "Let's take a look at this battle between love and love." "

Hoffa, driven by emotion, left the stands step by step. Barty Jr. quickly stopped Hoffa, he was surprisingly calm, "Mr. Bach, we must find a way to leave here first!" "

Where can Hoffa hear Barty Jr.'s words, he just wants to tear away the "rival in love" in front of him.

At this time, the middle-aged ghost on the side is in Barty Jr. The side said: "Ha, what are you brat thinking, let him go, you won the Death game of Death, don't want to leave too simple. "

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

Barty Jr.'s eyes widened: "If you win, this guy can go?" "

"Of course, Arvada is a Death spokesperson. He never lied. "

Barty Jr. immediately cleared the way for Hoffa when he heard this, and even shouted after him: "Mr. Bach, come on, I'll help you." "

But this sentence was the same as Barty Jr.'s blocking, and was not heard by Hoffa. He came to the center of the duel, and the grit rustled under his feet, and the cheers of the ghosts disappeared for a moment. He can't hear anymore. He can 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, and he said nothing. Speaking of running directly, Hoffa also directly opened up the spiritual power to the maximum. The gravel under her feet rolled and surging like a river, swallowing Davis in the blink of an eye.

The gravel rubbed against Davis’s flesh and blood, He rushed out of the sand with his hands and feet together, and rushed towards Hoffa unrecognizable. The gravel formed one after another spiked wall on the basis of his advancing principle, sandwiching it from both sides to the middle.

This time, his face was cold.

He didn’t leave his hands at all.

Every time the huge spiked wall hits, Davis’s armor and flesh will be smashed, but he failed to stop his footsteps. He rushed to where Hoffa was standing.

In the past.

Hoffa keeps backing away and keeps a distance from him. He knows that the kingdom of the dead is not dead, so he can only hope that he can destroy his body.

But that man is strange. Resilience, no matter what shape Hoffa turns the sand into to destroy him, he can always stand up from the howling wind and torrential rain-like attack and approach him reluctantly.

Finally, Hoffa was killed. He pushed to the edge of the sand and leaned on the stands of the duel.

There was not much flesh on his body, only the last obstacle of Davis's breakthrough, which was the skeleton, suddenly hung on Hoffa and hugged him. Holding his shoulders, yelling in his ears with difficulty: "It's not what you think, she is like a mother to me..."

"Mother, your uncle," Hoffa fly into a rage out of humiliation: "She is less than half your age. "

After finishing speaking, the sand turned into a fist and punched Davis away.

The ghost in the stands cheered with excitement.

Accompanied by cheers, Hoffa controlled the sand and pressed Davis on the Roman pillar of the duel, angrily roared: "Say, why is she so cold to me? Does it have something to do with you? "

"Give up," Davis said sadly with a bloody face. "As long as you give up and let me finish the Death game, I will tell you everything. "

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

"I only remembered when I threw you, but it's too late. Give up quickly, as long as you give up..." Davis's lips squirmed, 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 relieved from his emotions and looked carefully at the bloody man in front of him. His eyes were so earnest and so worried. It seems that there is really something unspeakable.

He is not Stupid people, 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, some kind of faintly discernible, everywhere control Like a big invisible hand, pushing him forward, moved towards an invisible end.

Hoffa: "Isn't it what I thought? "

"No," Davis looked at him anxiously, "Quickly, quickly surrender, we only have one chance..."

Hoffa hesitated, but Still a little bit to untie the transfiguration.

However.

Bang!!

With a muffled sound, a stone appeared out of season and fell heavily. It hit Davis's head and smashed his head in half. The brains flowed out.

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

"Mr. Bach! "

Barty Jr. controlled a stone, excited as a tribute, "I did it, how about it?" Have we finished the Death game? "

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

"Hush! ! "

The ghost in the stands made a sharp hiss, expressing contempt for this behavior.

"The evenly matched duel, but unexpectedly failed. "

The huge clown head balloon floated from the stands, and Arvada said in a very regretful voice: "This game tells us that sometimes there is a capable and caring servant, really Is a very important thing. "

The clown balloon floated to the top of the sand in the duel, and stopped, and Arvada 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 without emotion: Since you have come to participate in this game, you already know the outcome of failure."

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The man lying on the ground had his head cracked and he couldn't speak. He gobbled up blood and stared at Hoffa with extremely painful eyes.

Hoffa saw his eyes clearly, it was deeply helpless.

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 like a line, and Hoffa followed the man a little bit higher until he disappeared into the sky without a trace.

Hoffa knows where he went. 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, Arvada turned around, "Mr. Bach, it's all here, do you want to continue playing?"