Wilderness.

The wilderness of the continent of Avalon is especially abundant.

A fierce battle between two armies, the leakage of a biochemical experiment, or even a whim of a strong man may cause the emergence of wilderness.

The smell of decay and mildew in the forest surrounded by countless yellow sands, a gust of wind blowing, mixed with an unpleasant fishy smell, it is hard to imagine that just a few hours ago this was an oasis in the desert, full of life.

The ground was littered with corpses, horrific deaths, the stench of putrid wounds from the exposed wounds, and judging by the decomposing condition, they had been dead for at least ten days, but in fact they were alive an hour before.

A man in a black robe and holding a scepter stood in the middle of the group of corpses. From the back, it looks like a dark and thick fog, mysterious and terrifying.

His eyes were closed, his face was thin and pale, and his lips were an eerie blood-red.

"Who the hell are you?" Suddenly, a female voice sounded, lying on the ground, she was wearing a cloak, wearing a hood and a scarf to cover her entire face, the voice was inaudible, but she could vaguely feel her voice trembling and panicking.

"Hey, dear lady." The man turned, grinned and showed a row of white sharp teeth, and said in a hoarse and rough voice, "Hello, my name is Ashua Dodras Ophelia, and I am the target of your treasure hunt. ”

He spoke slowly, as if every word took a long time to finish.

As he spoke, Ashua slowly walked towards her, and the closer she got, the more the black fog that surrounded him and made it impossible to see the real thing dissipate.

"Ashya Dodras Ophelia, impossible, impossible, how can you survive until now, even if you are a legend." The woman looked down and muttered to herself, and suddenly, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes staring straight at each other, looking at the reality under the black robe.

The moment her gaze met the other's, she immediately closed her eyes - the dry, ugly, strange face made her feel a strong sense of discomfort rise in her heart.

It was a completely inhuman face.

"Huh...... Won't the future generations even look at me and death? ”

Seeing this, the man burst out laughing, and his voice immediately became higher.

He raised his head, stretched his neck and let out a series of strange screams, and the waves spread out one after another, like substance, and where the original grass withered, the trees dried up, and all living matter inevitably died.

At this time, the black fog around him slowly dissipated, revealing the truth beneath it - the ugly skin seemed to have been stripped in half, revealing a shriveled and sunken body underneath, without blood or muscles, and countless bulges could be seen slowly moving on the surface of the body, the bulges were like beetles round and six-legged, and his originally closed eyes had been opened, the original eyes had disappeared, and only two black holes could be seen, and there were two short tentacles on each side of his head.

Obviously, it is true that the living cannot pass through 10,000 years, but the monsters in the seal or even the dead are not necessarily.

"Ah~!" The woman couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a terrible scream that pierced the night sky, and immediately lost all signs of life like her fellow members of the Adventure Group (Tomb Robbers), as if the previous screams had completely drained her remaining vitality.

"Hehe... How long has it been? The adventuring group that originally dared to swing its sword at the gods for the sake of profit was actually reduced to the current state? Can such a timid adventure party still be called an adventure group? As if thinking of something, Ashua let out a hoarse laugh that hovered in the night sky before it stopped after a long while.

"How many of my old friends still exist in the world?" Ashua's gaze scanned around, he didn't know how long he had been sealed by a group of stupid people, but judging by the fact that he could theoretically even reach the decay of the body of the immortal dead into its current form, it was definitely an incomparably long time.

"Does the High Church, which has been favored by the gods, still exist?" Ashua opened her mouth, emitting an incomparably rancid aura, and said to herself, "It must still exist—if you are destroyed, my anger and my resentment will have to be vented on this continent indiscriminately." ”

"Our pains, our sorrows, will be washed away with your blood, and my resentment will never be destroyed until the last believer in the two gods dies." As he spoke, Ashua raised his head to look at the moon in the sky, felt the gentle moonlight, and prayed, just as he did ten thousand years ago, "O silver moon, you shine on this earth even after countless years, I sincerely pray to you, let ——? ”

Halfway through the prayer, the silver moon that had never changed for many years had never changed, and Ashua instantly froze.

W-what is this? So big, so big a moon? What is that giant?

………………

The dead world, the desolate wind makes a sound like a demon whistling, the vision is wide but the same, the earth is pure pitch black, the pitch black that has lost all its vitality, even the most tenacious beasts, the weeds that can adapt to most of the area will not live in this place.

Despair and fear spread along with the pitch black that smeared the world, and everyone in this great place of death wondered if they were in a terrifying world of infinite vastness, infinite emptiness, and only death, where even the life force stored in the body of every living creature would continue to accelerate and point to death.

However, there are those who can conquer it, trample on it, and even treat its power as nothing.

Frieza stepped on the ground, her pure white tail flapping gently on the ground in small increments.

While carrying out the plan codenamed Throne of Heaven, Frieza certainly couldn't do nothing - even if too much power would annihilate the possibility of the birth of a legend, and Frieza, as the strongest, couldn't cut down those seedlings, he could still fight, fight the world.

On the magical continent of Avalon, even if there are no living beings, just by virtue of this mysterious world itself, countless dangerous places and Jediplaces will naturally be born even if they are legends after entering.

After a 'good' conversation with Klorus, the Earth Divine Court was finally willing to contribute to the dangers they had explored for countless years, and let Frieza challenge one by one, trample on one by one, and conquer one by one.

If you can't fight with people for the time being, then fighting the world itself is also a good fun, not even fun, but a challenge.

These days, stepping on one dangerous place after another, Frieza has felt the feeling of life and death countless times, different from the death in the dream and a slight illusory feeling, this time it is a real death is dead, a hundred is a hundred feelings.

Facing the stimulus of death has caused Frieza's all-round qualities to grow at an unprecedented rate, and now, in only a tenth of the time, he has fully mastered the power of the original growth through rituals, and is constantly moving towards a stronger path.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Frieza looked up at the sky, at the man who was swinging his fist at Myth.

"There hasn't been such a scene in countless deaths!" Frieza laughed wildly, "It's, it's so funny!" ”