Chapter 374:

The breeze blows through the black meadows, bringing a faint bitter smell.

Freya stared blankly.

The boundless black grassland, the sky is actually pale, as strange as snow-white paper.

And in the whole world, except for black and white, she is the only one who is still colored.

Freya looked down at her body, white loose pajamas, a waist of the same color around her waist, and she stepped on the grass barefoot.

There is no change in what I wore before going to bed.

An ant-like insect crawls up the smooth instep, tickling to the touch, just like the real thing.

Seeing the insect, Freya's pupils shrank slightly, her dazed expression instantly became sober, and her eyes swept around.

"Here?"

In her subconscious, she seemed to have come a long way, and then inexplicably came here.

As far as the eye could see, there were strange black weeds, without a trace of variegation.

The breeze blows, setting off layers of ripples.

For some reason, Freya had a very depressed illusion in her heart.

Frowning slightly, she stretched out her hand, and countless white clouds suddenly appeared around her, and then her figure slowly floated.

The meadow slowly shrank underfoot, and Freya chose to fly straight up.

Black, or black.

She found that no matter how high she flew, everything under her eyes was black grass.

It's like a huge black cage with no bounds.

After flying for nearly an hour, Freya stopped with a gloomy face.

This is the height if you calculate it according to the earth in the past. It's long enough to see the outline of the Earth, but nothing has changed here.

"Could it be the wrong idea?"

Raising her head slightly, she looked at the pale sky above her head, and the feeling of being close at hand would never be touched.

In this case, there is no point in flying around, so Freya has no choice but to return to the ground.

The strange thing is that it took less than ten minutes for the nearly two hours to rise to the ground.

There is a prickly feeling when your feet are on the grass.

Freya bent down and grabbed a handful of black weeds, the lines on the blades of grass were clearly visible, and they were no different from ordinary grass except for the color.

Her heart moved. A wisp of black flame instantly burned all the weeds in his hand into ashes. Drift away in the wind.

After a moment's thought as she gazed at the ashes of the weeds, Freya walked in one direction.

However, it didn't take ten minutes to walk. It's like being in the middle of an endless black grassland. Several large dry black trees suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

Large trees have no leaves. Bare only the branches, the twisted trunks stood diagonally on the grassland, blown by the wind. The branches are shaky.

Freya walked over to one of the trees.

Reaching out and touching it, the bark was rough, but when she withdrew her hand, she found that the palm that touched the trunk was stained with a layer of black particles.

The round particles are very small, and I don't know what kind of fine layer they are.

It's just that when Freya wanted to shake it off, the particles moved slightly.

Suddenly, all the particles cracked in the middle, and countless tiny white limbs and thin heads protruded from the cracked slits.

These particles are actually some kind of insect curled up.

The sensation of the bugs wriggling rapidly in the palm of her hand immediately caused goosebumps all over Freya's body, and her scalp tingled slightly as if it had been electrified.

"Damn it!"

Before she had time to think about it, she shook her palm.

'Whew! ’

Black flames, more than a man tall, suddenly rose from his hand.

The sound of 'crackling' quickly came from his hand, and then staggered down.

For Freya, who has a little cleanliness fetish, there is nothing more disgusting than having a bug in her hands.

After there was not a single bug in her palm, Freya withdrew the flames with a gloomy face.

"Gah!!"

A loud voice suddenly came from above her.

Freya jerked her head up, and a pitch-black crow appeared at the top of the treetops.

The white crow-eyed looked at her silently, quietly.

Freya, who was a little hairy from the crow's staring, frowned slightly, and she raised her hand slightly.

However, just as she was about to cast the witchcraft, the raven fluttered its wings and flew off into the distance, and in a moment it turned into a black dot and then disappeared completely.

Watching in the direction in which the crow had disappeared, Freya paused, and walked towards it.

Half an hour later, at the end of the endless black meadow, an irregular circular stone pillar appeared on the horizon.

When Freya walked in, she found that the stone pillar was a simple statue of a human head, and it looked like a stone pillar because of her face behind her back.

The statue was more than a man tall, with an ordinary human male on his face, his hollow eyes staring straight into the distance, his mouth wide open as if he was about to shout something.

Freya stared at the statue with a creepy feeling somehow.

'Whew'

A strong gust of wind with a bitter smell blew in the face.

The stray blonde hair obscured her vision, and the white nightgown clung to her skin.

Freya turned around, turning her back to the wind, only to see that there were messy statues of human heads all over her back.

Crookedly stuck in the black grassland, with a variety of surfaces.

However, the only thing that the statues of the human heads have in common is that they all face Freya.

The head stared at her with a pair of empty eyes, like a real person.

This strange feeling faintly made Freya's scalp explode, as if a cold feeling spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body.

Her eyes widened unconsciously, and her blue pupils were covered with bloodshots.

Breathing was a little rapid, and fine cold sweat covered his pale cheeks.

Just when Freya couldn't help but want to destroy the statues.

"Ga !!"

The black crow hovered in the air with its wings flapping, its white eyes still staring at Freya as it had just done.

"Die!!"

Freya, with a hideous face, waved her hand violently. The huge storm palm in the air slapped directly towards the crow.

'Bang!! ’

A strong wind flow raged like a sharp blade.

Where the crow had just existed, a large blood mist suddenly exploded, and countless black feathers swirled and fell from the sky like snowflakes.

Freya gasped, her eyes staring coldly at the blood mist in the sky, and the bloodshot in her eyes quickly faded.

A drop of cold sweat slid from her forehead down the tip of her nose to her neck, and Freya's face at this time was pale and terrifying, like white paper, and a circle of cyan wind appeared and disappeared around her body, which was a phenomenon of extreme instability in mental power.

"Hallucination!?"

The cold feeling in her heart faded, and Freya wiped the cold sweat from her face. When I looked at the statues of human heads. There's no more weirdness like just now.

She looked up at the pale sky with a strange look in her eyes.

"This place"

"Hee-hee."

Suddenly, a girl's laughter seemed to sound from the sky.

The sound made Freya stunned slightly, and then she noticed that the pale sky slowly arched into a lovely huge face like a fold of cloth.

The girl's delicate white face was covered by a pair of pitch-black eyes without a single white.

Like two black swirls, she looked curiously at Freya on the ground. It's like you've found some fun toy.

'Hiss'

A strange voice came. Then Freya felt the sky jerk low.

The cute girl's face grinned in a mischievous smile. Then he opened his mouth and pressed down on her.

It's like the whole sky has collapsed, and there's no escaping it.

Freya wanted to fly away. only to find that the whole body was suppressed by an invisible force, and it was motionless, like a frozen worm.

I could only watch as the huge head swallowed it in one gulp.

'Boom!! ’

Pale and pitch black combined, and the whole world seemed to be elongated, turning into a thin intersecting thread.

I don't know how long it took, the earth and the sky slowly squirmed, and then parted.

In the whole dark grassland, there is no head sculpture, no girl's face, only Freya, who is completely white, lying quietly on the grass.

Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and her right hand touched her waist, as if trying to take something out of her non-existent waist bag.

Like a delicate white statue.

'Bang'

With a slight sound, a white paw appeared next to Freya.

It was a human figure hazy in the white mist, and its dark swirling eyes stared at her calmly.

After a long time, a slender spike slowly extended from the top of the figure's head like a white mist, slowly stabbing towards Freya's forehead.

"Is this what you are?"

A crisp voice emerged from behind the white mist figure, making it froze.

'Whew! ’

The spike spun abruptly and stabbed it in the back, but there was nothing.

"Where are you stabbing you?"

The figure turned sharply, only to see Freya's face appear in the pale sky, looking at the figure with a sneer.

"Do you think I'm going to be defenseless against you? Tell me, who are you and what purpose do you have? ”

“”

The figure fell silent, and suddenly it stabbed its spikes towards its body.

'Tear up! ’

The whole world shook, the black grassland rolled like a wave, and Freya's face in the sky was densely cracked.

"Want to run!?"

Her eyes froze, and next to her pale face, a huge finger quickly pressed from the sky to the figure.

'Poof! ’

A pillar-like finger was inserted deep into the figure's position, and a large white slime exploded between the fingers.

The crumbling world suddenly froze, then immediately spun and shrunk, eventually turning into a tiny white dot that fell to the ground......

Worldgate Station.

In a dark room.

Lying asleep on the bed, Freya suddenly opened her eyes, and she jerked off a white pendant from her neck and held it in her hand.

Above the pendant is a triangular amulet, with a small figure in the center and Freya's wizarding sigil on the back.

At this moment, a clear black crack slowly cracked in the middle of the talisman, making a 'zizi' burning sound.

"The power of the curse of the stand-in talisman"

'Whew'

A cold and wet wind mixed with a slight white mist blew out of the crack in the doorway.

Freya looked up at the window, and saw that the entire area of the station was covered in white mist, and she couldn't see anything except the faint white light.

The whole station was silent, and there was no sound.

Suddenly, Freya seemed to sense something, her face changed, she got up directly, grabbed the robe next to her and ran out.

In the thick white mist, Freya's eyes turned completely turquoise.

The galloping body sliced through the white mist like a sharp knife.

Unconsciously, as Freya ran, the fog around her grew lighter and lighter, and after a while, only a haze remained.

She raised her head and looked into the distance, and at this time she was actually in the psychedelic stone forest again.

Sniffing lightly at the sulfur in the air, Freya's eyes narrowed slightly.

"In the end, are you still hiding here?"

Compared with the day, the stone forest in the dark night has a faint sense of weirdness, as if tall black giants are standing there straight.

After a pause, Freya strode in.

Bypassing the thick black stone pillars, a subtle cyan light flashed between Freya's right fingers from time to time, reflecting the energy aura around her.

Suddenly, a black figure sped past her.

With a flick of her fingers, the thin blue-black thread swept right behind.

'Tear up! ’

After a slight sound, the stone pillar on the other side collapsed with a bang, splashing a large cloud of dust.

As Freya was in pursuit, the dust immediately flashed with fiery red light, and then two huge figures rushed out of the dust, and their huge fists smashed directly at her.

'Boom!! ’

The golden-red magma burst open, splashing wisps of green smoke on the ground.

Freya, who had exploded, looked at the two three-meter-tall lava giants that rushed out, and the scorching heat even distorted the air around her.

"A second-level lava giant?"

Freya calmly felt the scorching air, and with a backhand grab, a pitch-black cross sword appeared in her hand.

Flicking her cross sword slightly, Freya slashed out when the two lava giants tried to pounce again.

The normally sized cross sword slashed out and swelled until it was smashed like a thick pillar by the two lava giants, with the sound of howling wind.

'Smack!! ’

Two fiery red clumps of magma fanned out to the ground.

With a swing of her crosssword, Freya pursued the shadow where it had fled.

The side of the road exploded from time to time as she ran, leaving a series of fire shadows in her wake, but they couldn't stop her at all.

Two minutes later.

Freya stopped in front of a stone pillar and looked ahead with a complicated look in her eyes.

On the ground, there was a black robe burning with flames, and from there a strong smell of burning emanated.

"Actually self-immolated? Is this a terrorist organization?" (To be continued......