Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Grindelwald left on the bridge of the underworld, but Hoffa was facing a huge test that was unprecedented in history.

If someone had told him before that a bridge was built under water, he must have felt that the person was crazy, or completely incomprehensible.

But now, a real and peculiar scene happened in front of him.

Countless ghosts of the dead snaked and flowed through the air 100 meters above the ancient bridge in Helheim, forming a river of souls.

And under the torrent of souls and above the bridge, the cold wind whizzed past, the temperature was like profound ice, and the speed was not known how fast. The gust of wind was so weird, it blew forward for a while, and backward for a while.

Because the steles on their bodies are so heavy, Hoffa and the people in Helheim couldn't even turn around. They could only move forward with inertia. At the beginning, they were still relying on their legs to stagger forward. , But gradually, the wind caused them to lie down.

He could see with his own eyes the few people in front who were also carrying heavy stone tablets, their bodies being blown away by the wind a little bit, and something similar to body fragments was stripped in the fog-only a closer look did he know that they were ears, fingers, ribs, or It was the maggots, they rolled in the air, hit Hoffa's cheek, and in the blink of an eye they turned to ashes under the strong wind. It seemed that what was blowing was not the cold wind, but the flame.

What's more, he was overwhelmed and perished on the ground. The people and the monument were swept into the air by the violent wind, disappearing, and even the horrible howling was drowned by the gust.

On the past bridge, Hoffa trudged extremely hard, benefiting from the spiritual power higher than ordinary people, he could barely maintain the integrity of his body. He looked at some lightly flying ghosts above his head, and knew that he only had to loosen the chains. If he is willing to throw away the stone tablet, he can fly to the sky just like those ghosts.

But he instinctively knew that if he did this, he would instantly lose all his memories, whether Aglaia, Miranda, Chloe, Grindelwald, Silby. Well, those things he experienced, those stories, will be forgotten by him in an instant, which is absolutely unacceptable to him.

So he, like the others on the Helheim Bridge, had to hobble forward even if it was extremely difficult. Toward the great eagle that looked left and right in the distance.

I don't know how long it has been, how many wild winds have gone through.

When Hoffa reached the edge of the passing bridge, there was no one else beside him. Those who carried the monument with him were turned into ashes under the action of the strong wind.

Finally, he came to the end of the passing bridge, in front of the giant eagle.

The violent wind dissipated the fog, and in the slight calm between the gusts, he could see the eagle clearly.

No, it is not accurate to say that it is an eagle. It is actually a giant with a feather coat and a height of 10,000 meters. At first glance, it has the appearance of an eagle. In fact, it has a human face that is bigger than a mountain, solemn and eyes. One black and one white.

The giant stood in the fog-filled abyss, unable to see the lower part of his body, the upper part of his body was bigger than the entire Mount Everest. People who see it are all in awe.

The entire Helheim-Passing Bridge emerged from his mouth and spread to an invisible distance. The gust of wind on the bridge was exactly the tone that the giant brought when he breathed.

Such a shocking picture made Hoffa almost unable to breathe, and compared with the magnificent things in the mystery of death, everything he had seen in the past paled in comparison. He stood in front of the giant like a mosquito beside an elephant.

The picture lasted for less than a second, and the giant's breathing restarted. He opened his mouth and a huge unmatched suction came from the giant. This time, due to the close distance, Hoffa had almost no room for resistance. Was sucked into the mouth of the giant by the wind.

During the tumbling, the stele was about to fly away.

Thinking of the crushed stelemen, Hoffa clung to the chains to prevent his memory from disappearing.

After not grasping it for a while, the direction of the wind changed again, the giant changed from inhaling to exhaling, and Hoffa flew out in the opposite direction. This time he hit the teeth of the giant and stopped.

"Hurry up... when will it be..."

Hoffa groaned. From the first second he entered the underworld, everything that happened was not under his control. This felt really bad.

It seemed that he had heard his prayers. After a long time, the violent wind no longer appeared, even the whistling wind disappeared, and the giant's breathing stopped, leaving only the sweet tinkling sound in his ears.

Hoffa, who was weighed down by the stele, raised his head and opened his eyes. At this moment, he was lying in the giant's mouth. The teeth of the upper jaw on top of his head were like hanging mountains, and the rough tongue under his feet was like a red prairie.

Jingle bell, jingle bell...

Accompanied by the melodious metal crash, a pair of horrifying black legs came to Hoffa.

It was a black man who didn't wear anything. His height was scary, at least four meters tall, and his whole body was brightly painted and golden rings. Looking sideways, the person's ankle is as long as an ordinary person's thigh.

"Come on, let me see."

The black man made a pleasant voice, not distinguishing between men and women.

The black man with bamboo poles nearly four meters high slowly bent down, his slender fingers like stick insects moistened with saliva, and slowly slid across the stele carried by Hoffa.

"Well, a wonderful life, no wonder you are reluctant to lose it."

The black man licked his fingers, "There are not many people who have the same life as you, and even fewer can come here."

"who are you?"

Hoffa was crushed under the stele and said overwhelmedly.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Avada, the administrator of the underworld recycling bin, and the servant of the **** of death."

The lanky black man said joyfully, he patted the stone tablet behind Hoffa, the clanking of the bracelets, making a pleasant sound.

"The big man outside is Hraswalgel, the soul devourer, who specializes in devouring the soul for a living, and the one who can walk here is the taste that the **** of death likes."

Hoffa suddenly felt light behind his back, and he could stand up.

(As his height can only reach the roots of the black man's legs, he raised his head to identify the gender of this guy, but Avada does not have genitalia, only some golden patterns on his bald crotch.)

A group of extremely short dwarves took his stele from his back, carried the stele he had brought, and disappeared happily among the giant population, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where are they taking my memory?" Hoffa asked.

"Bring to Death." Arvada said.

Hoffa took a breath.

Arvada crossed his fingers: "Reaper is a very lonely god. The only thing he likes to watch most is all kinds of stories. The slate you have memorized is good. I think you have a chance to settle in Helheim."

"Settled in Helheim?"

"Yes, there is only one choice or to give up the past and re-enter the cycle. But since you are willing to send the stele in the wind, you must be reluctant to give up the past."

"Am I... dead?"

Hoffa couldn't believe it. Miller was still at Hogwarts waiting for him to return. Perhaps his body was still breathing, which would make it a bit arbitrary to judge that he was dead.

"You are really humorous. You are dead if you enter the Hades?"

Arvada, who is as tall as a bamboo pole, said with a smile, "But don't worry, some people are alive when they die, and some people are dead when they live-come with me."

Arvada walked forward with great steps, and Hoffa finally saw a man who was calmly talking to him. He had a hundred questions to ask, how could he not keep up.

But without warning, a pebble fell on his feet and rolled twice grumblingly. Hoffa stared at the stone for a while, then looked back, only to see the mountain-like giant's teeth, but no figures.

He shook his head and kept up with Arvada's pace.

The two of them went all the way down, through the mouth of the giant, and came to a bronze arch carved into the shape of a double snake. The arch was 10,000 meters high. The scales of the double snake were exquisite emeralds, obsidian and lapis lazuli.

They should correspond to the giant's throat.

Arvada stretched out a finger and inserted it into a small hole in the door, turning it like a key, and the huge bronze door slowly cracked open.

"go."

Arvada said happily, and squeezed into the doorway sideways.

I don't know if it was Hoffa's illusion. When passing by the snakes, he seemed to see the snakes smiling at himself.

Going through the giant bronze gate, came to the giant's abdominal cavity.

All the voices disappeared, and when I looked up, in the sky, the sun and the moon were shining black and white at the same time. Those were the eyes of the giant.

The steps on the ground are made of blood-red sandstone and are carved with various animals: snakes that meander, flying kites, fishes, and wolves in the red wasteland, as well as zebras and elephants.

Everything here is beyond the norm, the soul-swallowing giant, the thin black bamboo pole that claims to be the servant of the **** of death, and the weird world in the sky.

Hoffa didn't dare to say a word, he thought that the soil buns came into the city like this.

All the way down, the steps float in the air. On both sides of the steps are bottomless abysses, and there are many floating island-like buildings floating in the abyss, and they correspond to the organs in the giants. From a distance, the buildings are of different shades, showing solemn and solemn tones of violet and tan.

Gradually, the steps at the foot were differentiated, and their blood vessels diverged in all directions, and figures other than Hoffa and Avada appeared on the steps. They were of different heights, and they wore clothes from different ages, just like ghosts. , Without their feet on the ground, they saw the oncoming Avada, and they showed a look of fear, bowed their heads, and floated past Avada.

"They seem to be afraid of you." Hoffa asked weakly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Arvada smiled and asked, "You seem to be calm when you see me."

"If I'm dead, what could be more terrible than death?" Hoffa murmured.

"Is it true?"

Arvada touched his palms and laughed: "I wish you could keep this mentality forever."

When he was smiling, Gurulu.

Another stone rolled on Hoffa's leg, and he was startled, and immediately turned his head to look at it.

I can only see some transparent and pale figures slowly drifting by when I look at it, and I don't know who smashed a stone on him at all.

"what is that?"

Hoffa pointed to a floating island in the shape of a heart in the distance.

He saw those transparent figures walking towards the heart-shaped floating island. Even across the 10,000-meter abyss, he could hear the crazy cry from that heart.

"There, entertainment venue."

"Entertainment place?"

"Entertainment is instinct, whether the dead or the living are the same." Arvada shrugged: "Don't talk about this, I'll take you around."

Arvada led Hoffa through a huge arcade street to one of the floating floating islands. As soon as you entered the floating island, you could see countless ancient heroes standing on white and green marble. On the pillar, the size is three times that of a real person. They appear to be real people, but they are motionless.

Avada: "There are many souls like you in history. Either they have achieved too high a success, or have had unforgettable emotions, or...some lawless madman, in short, never can Abandon your identity, such a soul, we also have to give him a place to rest, are you right?"

As Avada spoke, the ancient heroes on the stone pillars turned their heads, looked at Hoffa, and nodded in greeting with a smile.

After experiencing the violent winds of the passing bridge, everything here is peaceful and delightful.

But Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He muttered, "It's like...a museum cabinet."

"What nonsense, the display cabinet is for people to see, and here is the treasure house of the **** of death. It is not open to outsiders."

Arvada bent down and said in Hoffa's ear, "God can't get in either."

Then they passed through a bazaar. The bazaar was located in a huge building with multi-faceted openings. Compared with the absurdity of the nightmare world, every building and every house in the world of death looked extremely solid and stable.

On the walls of those buildings are carved lifelike war scenes, swords intersecting, contradictions fighting each other, arrows are raining, heroes are fighting, babies are slaughtered, and flaming torches burn from the sky to the ground.

In the market, thousands of colorful birds are flying among them. There are dense trees and flowers growing on the platform above the garden. There are many shops here with a dazzling array of goods. It seems that everything created by the gods can be bought and sold, no different from the real world.

"What do you think of the environment here?" Avada asked, "Can you live peacefully here?"

"Can I ask you about someone?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask his most disturbing doubt.

"Whatever you want, I may not answer."

"Agleia De La Cess. She died fifty-three years ago, is she still here, or is she reincarnated." Hoffa asked, under the four-meter Avada, he looked Somewhat humble.

"what?"

The servant of the **** of death gave an unpredictable smile. After examining Hoffa for a moment, he said lightly:

"In Helheim, you can get anything you want, money, honor, status, and information. But only if you..." Arvada bent down with a smile, slowly. Turned his head to ninety degrees, "You are willing to play a game with the **** of death."

"Playing games with Reaper?"

"Yes."

"what game?"

"Oh ~ everyone is different. Reaper will adjust the content of the game according to the characteristics of each person's soul..."

As Arvada spoke, Hoffa suddenly felt like a heart attack, as if a catastrophe was imminent, something split, overlapped, split, overlapped. Avada's voice became unclear, Hoffa had difficulty breathing, and his heart convulsed. One second is as long as ten thousand years.

Afterwards, a strong sense of sight pushed his head, slightly tilted a centimeter to the side.

Snapped.

The sound of crushed stones falling to the ground sounded again.

This time, the stone hit his head.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly, this time after seeing the floating island building, a figure flashed by.

"...What do you think? Mr. Bach."

Avada bent over and asked.

Hoffa took his attention away from the stone. "What?"

"I said, would you like to have a pleasant and unforgettable game with Death."

"Can I, think about it for a while?"

Hoffa suppressed the frenzy in his heart, and said with some difficulty.

"Of course." Arvada straightened up slowly, the smile on his face disappeared. "But you'd better give me an answer quickly. After all, Reaper's time is precious."

He turned and walked into the street, "You think about it here, and call me when you think about it."

"I thought about where to find you?"

The naked full-color black man did not answer, he walked forward slowly, and after a while, disappeared in the air like a ghost, without a trace.

After the servant of the **** of death left, Hoffa immediately moved. He picked up the pebble on the ground, turned his head and looked around, and quickly locked a figure in the narrow alley far away.

He ran over with a stone, and saw a young man with **** hair squatting between two unknown plants. He was squatting on the ground and looking at himself smirking.

"Little Batty?"

Hoffa saw the young man in front of him clearly and was shocked: "Why are you here?"