Chapter 313

Helheim, the secret place of death.

In the ice blue sky, ice and snow continue to fall, the edge has not yet disappeared without a trace. Fog rises from the abyss, accompanied by strange and soft bell sound, quietly diffuses in the lower layer of the whole world.

Between the snow and fog, an eye with blood colored tentacles floats on the bridge deck. In front of the blood colored eyes, Hoffa, who has just landed, is surrounded by hundreds of people.

Those people are wearing strange birdcages and black robes, standing on the ground like Obsidian sculptures. They have curiosity, vigilance and exploration in their eyes, but they are not friendly.

He fell into the den of thieves.

The picture in front of him was chilling. He realized what had happened. No wonder greendevo disappeared. His men were also haunted. It turned out that they were not in the real world at all, but in the secret place of death. Look at the posture. These people are preparing for something big.

As time went by, both sides of the confrontation did not move. Hoffa's Adam's apple stirred up and down. A cold sweat trickled down his forehead. In the secret place of death, there is no shadow, and there is no moon of night God. He is determined not to be the opponent of so many people here.

Under the gaze of thousands of people, Hoffa slowly took a step back, so everyone's eyes followed his steps for a while, looking very strange quietly.

Dong.

I hit something hard on my back.

He looked back and found that he had hit a man's chest, which was a strong man of more than two meters.

"Where are you going? Bach

The strong man looked down at him, and his eyes behind the cage were like stagnant water: "stay here."

"How on earth did you survive from World War II to the present?"

Hoffa's heart was pounding, but it was still as if nothing had happened.

"We're in the same cage as you are."

Another man in black answered him. During the conversation, about ten people in black came up quietly and formed a circle around him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Try to escape."

A man in black pointed to the cage on his head: "would you like to come with me?"

Pop!

Hoffa turned abruptly, pushed away the strong man in front of him, and rushed to the eye behind him. He wants to return to the real world from the exit, which is like lighting the fuse. The men in black who stood like sculptures moved at the same time. Zombies surrounded him and surrounded him in the blink of an eye.

The sole of his feet couldn't be smeared with oil. Without saying a word, Hoffa waved his arm directly. A lightning whip appeared in his hand. In the twinkling of an eye, the electric light flashed, and dozens of people in black were blasted by the electric current.

Other people brush back, and he carefully opened the distance.

After a successful attack, Hoffa didn't mean to be happy at all. Although he has human form now, he is just a kind of spiritual body. His body has been left in the real world, and there is no strong body. It is not like the last time, holding a magic wand in his hand, he can become various weapons.

Soon, he will be at his wits' end.

The man in black, who was blasted off by the electric current, slowly got up from the ground. This number is a drop in the bucket for them.

At this time, Hoffa suddenly felt a tight waist. Someone held him tightly behind his back. He turned back and broke the man who held him. However, another man in black raised the chain on his arm and strangled his throat.

"Maybe Mr. Bach enjoys the prison and doesn't want to leave," the man in Black said in his ear

"Er......"

the sense of suffocation surged up, Hoffa closed his eyes, and the talking guy's body twitched, which turned him into coke.

Let him open his eyes again, only to find that the black crowd rushed up like a torrent, pressing him to death on the cold bridge deck in the fog.

The electric light keeps flashing, but those people are not afraid of death. One by one, they will become Hoffa under their body. They are in step, move in order, and cooperate with each other like a precision machine or an ant eating locusts.

In this way, he was pushed to the ground without any fancy. At the moment of being pushed down, an iron cage was put on his head. Suddenly, Hoffa, who was caught in the cage, was aware of the power of the nihilistic dragon again. In this abyss, the huge spiritual power can devour almost all souls.

His spirit is down, the current is no longer flashing.

Helheim's cold wind in this moment became extremely piercing, almost blowing him to the death of God and form.

"Puppet curse, who controls you? Is it grindevo? "

Hoffa was pressed down by dozens of people in black, freezing his soul.

"You'll know."

When the man in Black said that, Hoffa, who was pressed on the ground, saw where he came from. Next to the floating blood eye portal, several men in black pulled out the chains from their waists, stepped forward on the left and right, firmly tied to their eyes, and pulled left and right.The squeezed blood eye portal instantly twisted, congested and made a heartbreaking groan.

"Let go!"

Hoffa's eyes were wide open, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but he was rushed up by more people in black. Some of them pressed Hoffa, others took out the chain, and kept coming forward to lock the blood eye portal.

Finally, with a bang!!

Under the pull of nearly a hundred people, the blood eye portal burst out countless blood, splashed on the bridge deck of herheim, turned into something like broken glass, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

Hoffa was stunned by the cold wind of herheim.

Just a minute ago, he made an appointment with Miller to go back as soon as the time arrived, but less than a minute after landing, the portal was destroyed.

You're left in the underworld?

Can't get out?

What's the difference between that and death?

He's a little confused.

Countless people in black dragged him up, pushing and dragging him with all sorts of hands, just like the leaves picked up by ants, advancing quietly in the thick fog.

Not far away, he saw a high platform on the bridge deck. On the platform, there was a blood eye portal bigger than his own eyes. Under the portal, there was a white haired man standing with his hands down.

This guy... Recognized greendevo, and Hoffa's heart, which was already cold, fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

There is no shadow in death's world, and there is no ghost walking. Not only that, he has lost his body, and he can't feel the blessing of the night God. Now his only available powers are metamorphosis and Thunderbird, but only these two powers are determined to defeat greendevo.

Grindevo glanced at him and then withdrew his eyes:

"just a moment, when I finish collecting the soul of this city."

He was as calm as he said to go to the bathroom at the party. He was not surprised by Hoffa's arrival.

The man in black held him still.

Hoffa followed grindworth's eyes. Through the pupil of the blood eye portal, he saw that outside the portal was a crowded city stock exchange in an unknown city. Countless people crowded in the exchange, staring directly at the data on the display screen.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling green light broke out in the crowded stock exchange. Several men in black exploded in the crowd and opened herheim's door at the same time.

Those who watched the data were quickly distracted by the cold wind of herheim, and then countless transparent light spots floated in from the portal and fell into the underworld, tens of thousands of them. After the light spot falls into herheim, it becomes one shadow after another, old or young, male or female.

After landing, they floated in the cold wind, looking at each other, completely unaware of what had happened.

It was not until they saw the giant eagle in the distance that they covered their faces and uttered a cry of surprise, which was an instinctive fear engraved in their bones.

Grindevo opened his mouth, and those helpless ghosts, like dandelions, floated to the distance with the wind, disappeared into the thick fog in the howling.

"What are you... Doing?"

Hoffa could not help shouting.

"Wake up the world."

After all this, grindevo turned from the high platform: "the half man king has dragged the world into a dream. I don't know how many years. It's time to wake up."

"Wake up the world."

Hoffa looked at the ghost flying in the sky and groaned: "how many people have you killed..."

"Three hundred thousand," grindworth broke his finger: "seriously calculate, 20 countries, more than 300000 people look like, not much, but don't worry, when I completely get through the channel between the secret world of death and the real world, I will drag all the souls of the world into herheim, bring another face, bring them a new life."

"Are you crazy?"

Hoffa looked at him with unreasonable eyes: "who told you it was a dream, grindevo, what's in your mind?"

Grindevo waved his hand. The two men in black knelt down and immediately sacrificed their bodies to ashes. As a price, another huge blood eye appeared on the stage. Grindevo opened the portal to the real world again.

Through the portal, Hoffa saw a street in a foreign city. It was probably a subway in Tokyo. On the subway, countless men were wearing suits, Bowties, and pulling the rings on the tram.

Several men in black clothes and bird cages passed by them, waving their magic wands slowly in the car. However, the men and women in the tram turned a blind eye to the men in black, and some people simply closed their eyes and made no sound.

Even when the men in black set up corrosive agents at the station, they moved their feet so that they could put the corrosive agents at their feet.

"If it's not a dream, why don't those people notice the danger?" greendevo said?If it's not a dream, won't people in reality notice our strange dress?

If it's not a dream, who doesn't care about the death of people close by?

If it's not a dream, who will turn a blind eye to the endless magic? "

Greendevo kept asking questions, but Hoffa didn't know how to answer them. He looks at the faces in the subway outside the transmission door, which are so indifferent that they are very similar to the controlled human beings that the God of nightmares saw in his dreams.

Do you really live in a dream world?

"No... no way!"

Hoffa suddenly covers his head. He has had a dream. The absurd scene and his own experience are two kinds of experiences.

"No way."

He looked up at grindevo, "those people just live in peace for a long time, and a lot of people have noticed your actions, alasto moody, Dumbledore, Nicole lemme..."

grindevo: "how does Dumbledore perceive it, and how does Nicole lemme know it, each of them has his own thing, and everyone has his own My own thought is destined not to feel sad for things other than myself, nor to be aware of the wailing and struggling of other lives. It's an innate sin. "

"Again? Isn't that normal? "

Hoffa's heart suddenly gushed with deep disgust and disgust, he disdained to sneer: "why do you always have to take care of others? Opening your mouth is evil. How can others have a fart relationship with you? You want to build a memorial archway for yourself when you're a whore? You are the most shameless terrorist

"Don't rush to scold me. I can feel your thinking."

Grindevo shrugged and calmly pointed to the cage at the top of his finger. "You hate me because I cheated fatil to kill my daughter. As for the 300000 people who have gone up in smoke, you have no feeling. Three million, three million, three hundred million, three billion, what does it have to do with you? It's just a number. They have nothing to do with you. They don't pass you at all. They're not even living in the same world as you. "

"Old thing!"

Hoffa took a step back, and his hatred made him clench his fists. Now he didn't want to have any communication with grindevoir, and he didn't want to change his mind. He just wanted to kill him directly, but his ability was too weak in the underworld.

Grindevo waved, and the man in black let go of his arms and legs, and retreated like the tide.

"Whether the world is a dream or not, for ourselves, it is similar to a dream. What you see is just a piece of image, a few moving pictures. One hundred years of life has told me that people will not be sad because they die with people they don't want to do. They won't...

Hoffa's face is livid, "shut up! Why are you so wordy? "

Grindwall didn't mean to shut up at all: "pressure, competition, reproduction, survival, greed, this original sin will one day turn reality into hell. To be honest, if I can kill three billion people, the rest of the living people will be grateful to me for doing what they want to do but never dare to do, and for helping them relieve the pressure of survival. "

"Shut up..."

Hoffa lowered his head and trembled slightly.

Standing on the bridge of herheim, grindwall looked at the giant eagle in the distance and said in a soft voice, "the best and the worst are two sides of one. In the past, I always hoped that people could learn to understand each other from pain. But I was wrong. I learned a little from my fight with the Demi king that no one really cares about anything other than himself. No one can defeat the innate instinct of pursuing happiness. This powerless and indifferent world makes me feel sick, so I just destroy it. "

"I'm so tired of you!"

Hoffa grabs the cage on his head, which is used to imprison his power, tears it in half, and then - Yila!!

He raised his hand abruptly and shot an electric current at grindevo. However, he dodged quickly and only smashed the platform under him.

Hoffa roared: "so that's what you really think. The real world can't accommodate you, so why don't you start a new business?"!? Why don't you ever think about your own problems? "