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Chapter 136 135. The Wasteland Comes to Life (3000) (22)

【Fantasy carriage chased by eternity】

[During the untestable ancient divine breath period, on the wasteland where the city had not yet been established, a black carriage that never stopped appeared. 】

[Anyone who sees the carriage will inevitably feel longing and pursuit. 】

[Chasing it like moths to a flame, death and hunger will not stop them. 】

[According to those who survived by chance, that carriage is like a dream, carrying all dreams and beauties, as long as it can reach that place... any wish can be fulfilled and everything in the world can be obtained. 】

[However, no one can actually touch the carriage. 】

[It can only run in this vast wilderness eternally as if it bears some kind of fate and curse. 】

[Passing a long distance, through endless years. 】

【Always be chased till the end of time. 】

[Perhaps, the skeleton of the god is carried on the carriage? 】

This is the memory that An Le extracted from the mind of a Holy Blood.

These holy blood dared to cross different cities, which showed that they still had a certain understanding of the wasteland.

The knowledge contained in these memories is precious property to An Le.

There was a slight enthusiasm in An Le's mind, indicating that this was knowledge that would interest even the Omniscient Lord of Chaos.

But now time is more urgent, An Le temporarily suppressed the urge to sacrifice on the spot, hid the knowledge in his heart, and hurried to the direction of the white-haired young girl Yiya.

[Filthy sanity +4! 】

Although An Le is not too far away from the carriage, it may be that his brain has produced antibodies, and the attraction of the carriage to him is getting weaker and weaker, and the filthy sanity he has produced is only a pitiful bit.

‘Hey, why is it so difficult to gather some of your own wool? '

An Le took a serious look at the carriage, but didn't think there was anything "dreamy" about it. It was all black, like lumps of coal, and it was ugly.

Of course, the complaints in my heart belong to the complaints, and An Le has always maintained a high level of vigilance in her heart.

His original idea was to treat these living people as leeks and cut them off.

It's just that after finishing his attack on the Holy Blood, An Le faintly sensed that some kind of change was taking place.

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants.

He knew that being too greedy was not a good thing, so he decided to rescue Yi Ya and the others first.

[Filthy sanity +24! 】

After extracting the filthy sanity, in order to prevent Yiya and Kunno from being repeatedly hit, An Le directly knocked the white-haired young (meow) girl unconscious, and then threw her in the direction of Kunnuo.

It's best if you can catch it, but it doesn't matter if you can't.

The common characteristics of holy blood descendants are strong regenerative ability, rough skin and thick flesh, and minor injuries of this level are insignificant.

For Iya herself, it was very embarrassing, and it hurt to fall face down.

Immediately afterwards, An Le did the same thing, throwing the bloody whiskey over.

At this moment, the ominous premonition struck again, as if a chill came to my heart.

An Le turned her head suddenly, and caught a glimpse of the tall horse pulling the carriage, with a strange light in its pure black eyes, staring at him!

Facing that strange gaze, An Le thought to herself: 'It's so scary...'

‘Is this horse alive? '

‘Or, is it a kind of undead, obsession? '

This was an unexpected turn of events, and An Le quickly backed away, using the shadows to leave quickly.

At the same time, prepare to enter the church, let Ren Ye regain consciousness, and then evacuate this ghost place.

The guy who has existed since the Shenxi period and has been running non-stop to the present world, An Le can't afford to mess with him now.

"Bah—"

At this moment, the black horse raised its head, and neighed loudly from its mouth.

This cry made the frenzy on the faces of the chasers behind it intensify. They quickened their pace and called out in a low voice, as if they could touch the thing they dreamed of immediately.

Even An Le once again had the urge to catch up.

However, he was quickly suppressed.

"Is it... calling for help?"

It's absurd to say, but An Le didn't hear any hostility from the neighing, but an indescribable pleading and longing.

There's even a hint of...sorrow?

'sorrow? Doesn't it want to run endlessly like this? '

‘Just shouldering such a curse? '

An unbelievable conjecture appeared in An Le's mind, but his intuition told him that this might be the truth.

'But why ask me for help? '

'I'm just an ordinary person. '

An Le innocently thought, very puzzled, but he could sense the dark horse's gaze, which was coming towards him.

Before he could figure out the real intention of the black horse, the danger omens like needle pricks came one after another, as if a great danger was approaching.

An Le turned her head and looked at a hill not far away.

There, there is a certain substance that is spreading like a tide, drowning everything that passes by.

It wasn't a creature, a foul-blooded beast, or an undead. If I had to say it, it was just pure, empty black and white.

It's just color.

On the hill, dark green trees, brown-black clods, interspersed with yellow and white weeds... and so on, all the existences with different colors, the moment they come into contact with that piece of material, begin to turn towards pure black and white. change.

It's like an invisible paintbrush, taking these two kinds of pigments, and smearing on the huge picture scroll of "real world" to its heart's content.

Things whose colors have been altered appear to remain in their original positions without any change.

However, in An Le's view, their sense of existence became thinner in an instant.

It is clearly in sight, but it seems to have disappeared from this world.

It becomes a pale, lifeless picture drawn only by lines, like a cartoonist's uncolored line draft.

'What the hell is this? '

From the corner of An Le's eyes, he saw that the nearby ground began to rise and sag, just like soft dough, being kneaded and changing shape at will,

Occasionally, a small piece of weird arthropod appeared, which seemed to be part of the body of an insect.

Some creatures under the ground are actively wriggling.

In the moonlight, a translucent living creature that can only be seen in outline appeared faintly, whispering and staring greedily at An Le.

And in the distant sky, a huge eye opened, lazily casting its sight down, watching the ants on the ground.

A series of changes came too suddenly.

It was as if, with the neighing of the big black horse, this wasteland came to life.

The previous stillness and serenity were but a disguise, a mask.

And this is the real side of the wasteland!

Rao Yi Anle's concentration was frightened.

Several hints of the increase in filthy sanity flashed on the panel.

However, it is strange to say.

As the wasteland showed its true and cruel face, An Le was not only not afraid, but became more excited. Every cell in his body was cheering, and the speed of blood rushing unconsciously accelerated, even taking his breath for a while. very hasty.

There was a smile on the corner of An Le's mouth.

'This feeling is really good...'

‘However, we still need to restrain ourselves. '

He took off the mask slowly, rubbed his face gently with his hands, retracted his smile, and returned to his usual appearance.

*****

Kun Nuo, who was hiding aside, did not see this scene.

He was already frightened by the sudden changes in the wasteland, and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand—as long as I can't see it, there is no danger.

Even Kun Nuo in the sage mode can't resist this kind of fear from the heart. Everything around him is developing in a direction that is completely unfamiliar to him.

Whether it's black and white, the creeping of the ground, or the shadow under the moonlight...everything brings a strong sense of oppression to Kun Nuo.

If you come into contact with them...

‘I will die, I will definitely die! '

Kun Nuo trembled like a chaff sieve: ‘What are these things! '

He was in the city, had never seen these existences, had never even heard of them.

'This is... the wasteland? '

Only now did Kuno fully understand the horror of the wasteland.

Here, danger lurks everywhere.

Now, he suddenly envied Yi Ya and Bloody Whiskey who passed out beside him: 'If only I could pass out too, at least I can die peacefully and without pain. '

Kun Nuo cautiously raised his head and looked in the direction of An Le.

‘Even if it is him, he can’t deal with this situation, can he? '

An Le's figure stood there, looking very calm, which gave Kun Nuo a little confidence.

However, the next scene made his eyes widen suddenly.

*****

The black steed, pulling the carriage behind him, was galloping towards An Le.

That kind of momentum, like a violent dump truck, wanted to kill him.

An Le brought back the mask, and the expression under the mask was calm.

‘Sure enough, did it come for me? '

An Le knew that there was a high probability that she would not be able to escape right now.

Even if he turned around and left now, the carriage might return to Yueyong City with him.

That being the case, he simply did not hide, and even walked towards the carriage unhurriedly.

Two-way rushing, belonging to yes.

When Kun Nuo saw this scene, his heart was almost tightened. He could feel the strangeness of the carriage just from such a long distance.

And instead of running away, An Le approached it instead?

'How dare he...'

As the distance between the person and the horse approached, the strange light in the black tall horse's eyes became stronger, and the indescribable aura spread.

For a moment, the ugly big horse in An Le's eyes seemed to turn into an indescribable ball of light.

He had never seen such a light, unlike any color he had ever seen, friable and dreamy like bubbles, like when the stars shine.

Endless beauty, treasures and spices lie within.

It's truly "like a dream."

At this moment, feeling An Le's gaze, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in the dark horse's eyes, as if to say: 'It turns out that this person is no different from other guys. '

Only the next moment, it heard the other party say in a cold tone.

"Don't you know...you have to be polite when you ask others to do something?"

Immediately afterwards.

Gray tentacles pierced the black horse's head.

When the group of cats shines!