Chapter 314

The electric current blew up the high platform, and the people in black all jumped on it when they saw the situation. They could not resist and locked him firmly with chains.

Grindevo rumbled up from the rubble. For the first time, there were other expressions on his face, which seemed to be anger. But soon, the expression disappeared. He gently said to his men:

"you all get out of the way, I'll deal with it."

The man in black with tight chains retreated like a tide. Hoffa looked at him with great vigilance. As he did 50 years ago, grindevo moved his neck and asked, "did anyone say that you should go back to 50 years ago?"

Hoffa's newly emerged words completely disappeared. He looked at grindevoir in amazement, and his words were stopped for a moment. It's true that Nicole lemme wanted to go back 50 years. The God of nightmares wanted to go back 50 years. He didn't use his real body to see Dumbledore. But he instinctively felt that if he saw Dumbledore, he would want to go back 50 years.

"But I don't want you to go back 50 years." Grindevo looked at him sympathetically: "Hoffa, even if everyone wants you back, I don't think it's necessary. I think it's a kind of torture for you. It's unbearable for anyone. You can stay in this world and do what you want to do.

When I completely destroy the dream world, destroy the source of dreams, I will join your soul and the souls of other people in the world to create a new world. It's a world where everyone understands and feels for each other. "

"Ha?"

For a moment, Hoffa's thought was even a little loose, and he even thought that what he said might be a little right. But when he thought of agraia and fatil, he clenched his teeth, and the understanding that had just arisen disappeared.

Grindevo has a large number of people, so he must not be an opponent. Today, his plan to find the soul of aglea has gone bankrupt, and he must leave here immediately.

In a flash of thought, his body expanded rapidly, and his magic was surging. He quickly became a Thunderbird, and the huge six winged Thunderbird flew high. He fixed his eyes on the bloody eye portal on the high platform and wanted to leave hellheim from the portal opened by grindevo.

"Want to go?"

Grindevo moved his head: "where can you go? There are prisons everywhere. "

With that, he raised his palm, which expanded and became huge and transparent. He threw his arm heavily.

The transparent arm hit Hoffa into a six winged bird. The huge and surging force made Hoffa fly upside down on the helheim bridge, flying straight over a distance of thousands of meters, bumping countless people in black all the way.

After that, grindevo's body swelled and finally turned into a transparent and colorful dragon. He was sitting on the bridge that herheim passed by. His head was down and his huge pupils swept across the bridge. The eyes shuddered.

It's the same as it was three years ago. The only difference is that no matter how hard grindevo struggles, no matter how big a metal cage it has on its head, it can't be removed.

"As prisoners, why do we have to put each other in a dilemma?"

The dragon of nothingness opens his mouth and makes a rumbling sound. He opens his wings and jumps down.

"Damn it

Hoffa's eyes turn very fast, and the giant dragon that grindevo transformed into is very fast. In the blink of an eye, he drags him up and down in the fog of the underworld.

I'm sorry!

An electric current came from Hoffa's body and ran all over the body in a twinkling of an eye, completely wrapping their bodies.

In the dense electric current, grindevo picked up Hoffa and smashed him to the bridge deck like a meteor.

The fog rolled and the ground broke.

Then, the falling of the dragon was as light as pianhong, which made numerous cracks appear on the surface of huofa's body. It was the spiritual strength as thick as mountains.

"I told you, if you want to kill me, you'll be the same as me!" Grindevo held Hoffa down, his huge, twisted eyes fixed on the Thunderbird's pupil.

"You dream, I reflect on myself a hundred times a day!" Hoffa, who turned into a Thunderbird, denounced grindevo. "You're afraid you haven't seen it once in a hundred years!"

"What's the use? Our destiny is reincarnation. No matter how we do it, everything is doomed. Poor you, you don't even know what reincarnation is - roar!"

After that, he opened his mouth with a dragon's breath burning on Hoffa. Burned his Thunderbird feathers to pieces.

Crackle!

With a flash of electric light, the six winged Thunderbird glides out with its back to grindwall, crackling crackling, three successive electric lights, and he flashes into the air thousands of meters away.

In the thick fog, greendevo disappeared.

He watched warily ahead, but greendevo's voice came from behind: "no one can escape from death."

He turned his head, and the dragon's body floated behind him. He rolled and fell, but he was crushed by grindevo and couldn't move at all.

The mental field began to penetrate into each other. Under the extremely unstable mental field, both of them could no longer maintain the deformation state, and one after another changed back into human form."Why, just like me!"

Grindevo pressed Hoffa's neck, and the white hair behind the cage danced like tentacles.

"You are so ugly..." Hoffa squeezed out of his teeth: "it's always someone else's fault."

"It seems that I have no choice but to destroy you."

'said grindevo, with more force in his arm.

Looking at the pressure on himself, greendevo is almost indestructible in his soul, and here is the secret place of death, which is his home court.

The last scene of the third grade seems to be staged again. Hoffa raised his head a little difficultly to call Miller?

It seems that he has to be called.

Hoffa thought that his state was slipping, and it would be more and more difficult to compete if he went on like this. He opened his mouth, ready to call Miller's name.

But at this time, grindevo suddenly retreated, like lightning. Far away, climbing on the high pier of herheim, looking down at him like a stone ghost. There was a trace of fear and irony on his face.

Hoffa stayed alone on the deck of herheim and felt something was wrong. He wanted to step back and distance himself from grindevo. Inexplicably, the body is more and more heavy.

What's going on?

Meanwhile, in the thick fog, a figure slowly emerged. With the clatter of the chain sound, more clear.

It wasn't grindevo's men, but the figures with stone tablets on their backs. They were all chained, bony and bent. On his back, he carried extremely heavy stone tablets, some of which were very large, others were slightly small.

So they came in silence from a distance.

Helheim's tablet bearer, Hoffa met in his first grade.

I do not know when the sky began to float a thin snowflake.

A piece of snowflake falls on me. When I twist it, I can see that there is a memory in the snowflake. That is the picture of Albus Dumbledore meeting himself for the first time in London's Wu's orphanage. In the picture, Dumbledore is chatting with himself.

This is...

Hoffa feels a little bad in his heart. If you look at grindworth standing at a distance with a look of fear on his face, the bad feeling becomes more and more intense.

The snowflakes in the sky fall on him one by one. In the snowflakes, there are memories of him studying hard in Hogwarts, escorting Silby on the Spanish coast, going to jail in Azkaban, selling weapons in Paris...

no!

There's something wrong with this place!

Hoffa started running, but as he ran, he couldn't run any more.

Those memory like snowflakes fell on him, gradually forming one stone tablet after another on his back.

Hoffa was shocked. He began to shake himself, but the more he shook, the more snowflakes would float in the sky, from the orphanage to Hogwarts, from Saint Mungo to the Ministry of magic, from Europe to Africa, from the Ministry of magic to France, from France to Britain.

Hoffa's action became slower and slower. Those snowflake concrete generally piled up into a stone tablet as high as 10 meters, firmly pressed on his back. The stone tablet was wobbly, and several chains hung down. Hoffa instinctively grasped the chains and did not let the stone tablet fall to the ground.

He even became one of hohheim's bearers.

"Can't walk?" Grindevo said, laughing from a height.

"Grindevo?"

Hoffa was carrying a stone tablet several tens of meters high, panting and staggering. Every step was very difficult.

Grindevo showed appreciation: "helheim - the bridge of the past, but those who step on it will not be entangled by the past memory. The more colorful life, the heavier your memory will be."

He became a dragon again, climbing high in the sky with great interest and leaping forward with ease.

"Abandon the stone tablet, abandon it, you can catch up with me, can you do it?"

Looking at the limping, skinny, faceless people around him, Hoffa finally knows the meaning of this bridge, herheim - the bridge of the past.

In the first grade, when he saw these people, he felt that they were pitiful, didn't understand and couldn't do anything.

But now he understood that at that time he did not have any memory of the past, and he could do anything he wanted, clean as a piece of white paper. Now, the education in the past and the stories in the past are just like piles of mountains. They are his identity and his life. He can't abandon them at all.

"You... Don... Want to..."

Hoffa said tremblingly, carrying the huge stone tablet on his back.

"You will be crushed to death by the past." Said grindevo. "Why not learn from me, kill everything in the past and welcome a new life?"

"It's nothing to do with... It's nothing to do with you..."

Hoffa looked at grindevo in the sky: "I'll never... Never, listen to you again... Say a word, your... Every... Every... Every word... Is right... Shit...""Right shit, the first time I heard someone say that."

Nihilistic dragon raised his head, empty and indifferent eyes swept across the ice blue sky, "I was full of expectations for you, but now I am only disappointed."

He waved his wings to block out the sun.

"I don't have to do it myself. I can't let go of the past. The destination is just ahead. Go ahead, death will weigh your soul

With that, he fluttered his wings and soared to the sky, leaving the bridge of the past. At the same time, countless eyeball shaped portals opened beside his men in black, and the men in black rushed out, entering the real world from the secret land of death.