Grey.

Boundless gray.

There doesn't seem to be any other hue in this world, and no sound can be heard.

Entering this realm of nothingness, Moria sat on the trunk of a dead tree and stared at the sky and earth shrouded in gray mist in the distance.

It's the third day since I entered this world by myself.

If you are an ordinary person, in this kind of place, I am afraid that you will directly lose your sense of time and direction, and even go crazy. But Moria's blood constitution allows her to accurately judge the time in such a bad situation, and her mental state is also very stable.

“……”

The vampire saintess sitting on a dead tree, staring into the distance without blinking, continued to feel the nearby breath, looking for traces of creatures.

However, there is nothing here.

Even the Bloodline, whose senses are extremely acute and can sense "food" from a long distance, cannot find the existence of any living beings.

This area with no signs of life is almost completely dead. To be exact, the land is dead.

"Is this the world after death?" Moria thought to herself.

In fact, she can still find the location of the exit, as long as she opens the door embedded in the void, she should be able to return to the Assassin Temple in Flamewind City.

Molya didn't leave because she became interested in the place.

Having never experienced the sensation of complete death, she didn't know where she would go when she was reduced to ashes.

If the Assassin Temple was indeed a "transit point" between the living and the dead, as he thought, then this place could probably be the world of the dead.

So, where did the dead go?

Moria, who has been waiting here for three days, has not yet seen the existence of any "people".

The reason she stayed near the tree was because she saw the path that had been trodden out of the dirt ground: if there were dead people here, they might have crossed the route that seemed to be often trodden.

In order to find the "inhabitants" of this place, Molya continued to wait.

After another two days, she finally saw several blurred figures in the distance.

After entering this space, Moria, who saw other people for the first time, jumped down from the dead tree, landed on the ground with light steps, and rushed towards the figures.

Despite not being able to make a sound, Moria kept waving her hand, trying to attract the other person's attention. Due to her speed, her figure turned into a red mist and immediately arrived in front of those people.

"Hello." Moria opened her mouth and expressed herself with a smile on her lips.

However, the men did not look up, and still walked with their heads down.

Whether it is skin or clothes, they are all lifeless dark gray, and the three men and one woman walk slowly with their heads down, maintaining the same smile on their faces, revealing a slightly strange atmosphere.

- It's like these people are being controlled, where are they going......

Realizing that the other party didn't notice her, Moria followed in the footsteps of the others and set off with them.

The traveler, who appeared to be the deceased, proceeded at a slow and steady pace, passing the dead tree where Moria had been for a long time.

Mixed with these "ghosts", Moriya followed them for a day's trek, and finally the outline of the destination appeared in front of her eyes:

An unusually rudimentary gate, emerging from the gray mist.

There is no style in the door, but it is made up of three long columns. Two "angels" wearing heavy armor and shining white light from the cracks in the armor stood on both sides of the gate, one on the left and one on the right.

"These guys ......"

Looking at those angels who seemed to be restraining the blood clan, Moria didn't feel any discomfort, it didn't match her appearance at all, and those two guys didn't exude any divine aura.

To be exact, the two janitors did not emit any aura, and even if they were already close, Moria could not sense their aura.

Just like the travelers, the "creatures" in this world are beyond the scope of Moria's cognition.

Looking at the door blocked by the gray mist, Moria was guessing what was behind the door when she suddenly heard a voice.

She originally thought that she had lost her hearing, but at this moment she regained her hearing, and her ability to speak was also restored:

"You're here to join the Empress?"

"Yes." The traveler who walked in front raised his head, and a red glow suddenly appeared in his originally gray eyes, recoloring the pure gray world.

"We are willing to accept the rule of the Empress and become the Empress's shield."

The man's voice was extremely firm, without a hint of confusion, and the other travelers, who had kept their heads down, immediately looked up and looked expectantly at the door shrouded in mist.

"Please let us enter the Queen's Paradise." They spoke in unison.

"Let's go inside."

The two guards stepped back to their sides, making way for the gate, and several travelers immediately entered, their figures disappearing into the mist.

Moria, who has been mixed with travelers, is naturally ready to fish in troubled waters. But she was about to enter the door, but was stopped by two gatekeepers.

"You are not allowed to enter." The caretaker's voice was cold.

"Why?" Moria frowned.

"You don't belong in this world." The caretaker stretched out his left hand, protected by gray hand armor, and pointed at Moria's head: "Get out of here, or we will use force." ”

"Okay."

Two seconds later, Moria stepped over the two guards who had been dismantled and stepped into the mist that shrouded the door.

Then, the scene in front of her suddenly opened up:

What catches your eye is a strange city made of wood and rock:

The houses here look like a mix of Eastern and Western styles, with a touch of classical beauty. From multi-storey wooden towers to circular halls, there is a variety of buildings.

On the bluestone-paved streets, many passers-by are walking around, and unlike the gray world outside, everyone in this incomparably large city has regained color.

And...... They all seemed to be happy.

Seeing those "deceased" smile happily and stride forward with cheerful steps, Molya frowned slightly. Then, she saw something strange:

Large, wooden "robots" are cruising the streets, with pointed hats on their heads, slender arms and torsos that make them look very comical.

Moria, who had seen such things in the area of a private house, immediately recognized what they were:

Shen Wenchong's ...... Trap dolls? ”

As she pondered why the puppets were here, the two puppets had stopped beside her, their wooden mouths opening and closing, and a male voice sounding like a human:

"Outsider, the general wants to see you."

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