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Chapter Three Hundred Twenty-Five:
Of course, the various rare resources in the Hell World have always been needed by the Wizarding World.
In return, the Wizarding World also provides some things that are not available in the Hell World.
Thus, these two worlds exist in a mutually beneficial trading situation.
With the powerful sensing enhanced by Freya's Magic Weapon, she can clearly smell the rich Bloodline contained within this world.
This is something that does not exist in the Wizarding World.
Her own Royal Serpent Bloodline seeks to grow not only through its slow transformation but also by absorbing various powerful Biological Bloodlines.
Most of the Ancient Beasts that once existed in the Wizarding World have long since gone extinct.
The few that remain have seen their Bloodline Power gradually diluted over time.
Although the paths of Ancient Wizards are very swift, if she wants to advance slowly along the path of Ancient Wizards in the current Wizarding World,
the speed may be comparable to that of modern wizards practicing their Meditation Method to strengthen their souls.
Lowering her head slightly, Freya narrowed her eyes, a layer of green light covering them, and her round pupils gradually transformed into Slit Pupils.
"Perhaps I can use this world to accelerate the absorption of Bloodline; I just don't know what effect these Hell Creatures' Bloodlines will have on the King Cobra. Fortunately, I have almost restored my Bloodline Power after absorbing those Demonized Creatures."
After a pause, she slightly opened her right hand, and a layer of green aura flashed.
In her right hand, the King Cobra Mark slowly began to unfurl, the green snake appearing almost tangible as it coiled around her arm.
The snake gently raised its head to gaze at the black river below. Its emerald eyes suddenly brightened.
A silent ripple emanated from Freya, spreading outward like an invisible wave, gradually descending into the surging river.
Suddenly, a slender Red Thread broke through the surface of the water, seemingly drawn by some force as it floated upward, heading towards Freya's right hand.
Like a prelude, countless red threads followed suit, rising in a dense mass that resembled a red circular birdcage soaring into the sky, with Freya standing at the apex of the cage.
An endless stream of Bloodline Power began to flow towards her from the Underworld River.
A sensation of fullness enveloped Freya, filling her entire being.
She could distinctly feel her physical abilities and mental strength growing at an astonishing rate.
As Freya absorbed the Bloodline Power, bizarre entities began to emerge from the turbulent waters of the Underworld River.
Some were gray fish with human faces, others were spherical forms covered in black eyes, while many more were dismembered limbs of various creatures.
However, most of these entities appeared shriveled and devoid of any life force, clearly having had their blood drawn away by the siphoning aura into Freya's body.
In just a short while, the green Slit Pupils in Freya's eyes deepened further, and there were faint signs that the tips of her golden hair were turning green.
Her slightly squinted eyes held a hint of surprise and suspicion.
"My Absorption Aura can only draw from the Bloodline of weaker beings. I didn't expect such a strong effect here. The concentration of Biological Bloodline in the Hell World is much stronger than that in the Wizarding World, almost comparable to the Ancient Wizarding World."
Freya even felt that if she stayed here for a year, she could completely meet the conditions for condensing her first form.
However, just as she continued to absorb the Bloodline Power from the Underworld River, a sudden chill of decay emanated from it, an aura completely opposite to life, rushing towards her.
Freya was taken aback and immediately felt her body grow sluggish; her body, once invigorated by the Bloodline absorption, seemed to age all at once.
The red birdcage surrounding her also burst apart with a sound, as if a fine rain of blood fell back into the Underworld River.
Freya narrowed her eyes and looked down at her body.
The surface of her white robe was now covered with a faint dark gray halo.
"This is the negative effect caused by Death Qi!"
She snorted coldly, and her entire body gradually emitted a faint golden-green glow that quickly countered the gray halo on her skin.
Her previously weakened body slowly returned to normal.
Then Freya bent down to look, and at that moment, she noticed a strange figure shrouded in a black robe hovering above the turbulent surface of the Underworld River, unaffected by the waves below.
The figure raised its head, revealing nothing inside the hood, only countless swirling Black Smoke.
Amidst the smoke, two points of Crimson light flickered, seemingly eyes, staring intently at Freya.
Observing the strange figure, Freya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is this a wise race from Hell World? Perfect, I know a bit of Hellish language."
Just as she was about to attempt some communication, the figure suddenly began to slowly disappear.
At the same time, Freya felt the temperature around her drop sharply, as if something eerie was approaching her.
Freya's expression tightened; without a moment to think, she abruptly spread her arms wide, and ten Azure Threads sliced through the surroundings.
Clang!!
A large spark erupted from Freya's back as the figure that had been on the river surface gradually revealed itself.
At that moment, it seemed to wield two Scimitars emitting thick black smoke in its hands, blocking Freya's Thin Line from cutting through.
The invisible figure crossed its two Scimitars fiercely and then pulled back.
Rip!!
A black shadow suddenly shot out from between the Scimitars, rolling with countless Faces bearing expressions of fear, rushing toward Freya.
Sensing the intense danger emanating from the shadow, Freya narrowed her eyes. She quickly grabbed a pouch of Black Powder from her waist and sprinkled it while murmuring a spell.
"Black Wind!"
Scattered in the air, the Black Powder whooshed into a large black tornado, sweeping towards the shadow.
After casting her spell, Freya reached out and grasped. A stream of Azure Flowing Light appeared directly in her palm.
Then her figure slowly vanished, and the white mist that had been lingering around began to spread. A damp aura enveloped the air, resembling a large mass of gray rain clouds.
The Black Tornado only slightly hindered the shadow's attack before it strangely passed through the shadow and rolled away into the distance.
The figure in the black robe, upon seeing where Freya had disappeared, abruptly turned. The Scimitar in its left hand slashed to the left.
The blade of the Scimitar shot out a long Black Crescent-Shaped Mist.
Bang!!
Freya was sent flying, but the Flowing Light in her hand pierced directly into the figure's head, right between two red dots.
Puff!
The figure struck by Freya seemed to deflate, transforming into smoke and slowly dispersing. Even the black robe it wore left no trace behind.
As Freya flew backward, she reached out, gathering a large mass of gray cumulonimbus clouds behind her to control her form in the air.
Her expression was grave as she looked at her sleeve, now reduced to ashes, with her exposed arm feeling an odd numbness upon contact with the air.
Then she coldly scanned her surroundings.
"To think that even after having its head pierced, it did not die. It seems that the creatures of Hell World are not all material beings. The ability it just used is completely different from how wizards manipulate Energy Particles in the air with mental control. Moreover, this ability can actually ignore my defensive enchantments. If I hadn't absorbed Bloodline Power and significantly enhanced my physical attributes just now, otherwise..."
At this moment, Freya felt a hint of trepidation in her heart.
Previously, in her impression, the Hell World was at most on par with the Wizarding World. With her strength as a Second-Level Wizard, she could treat this place as a Bloodline supply point as long as she didn't encounter any excessively powerful beings.
However, she didn't expect that before she could absorb much, an unknown entity had appeared.
As Freya contemplated her strategy, a chilling mental message suddenly emerged in her mind.
This mental message was quite crude, as if it had just been transmitted by an Apprentice Wizard using the Meditation Method.
Freya paused for a moment upon receiving this message, and then an inexplicable expression appeared on her face.
"Leave? Smuggler?"
A slight smirk curved at the corners of her mouth, revealing a cold smile.
"You dare to watch me! Since normal magic can't harm you, how about this?"
After a brief pause, she focused slightly, and her green eyes gradually deepened as the gray rain clouds around her began to churn violently.
The once normal humid clouds became oppressive, and the moisture in the air rapidly increased, yet strangely did not form any rain.
Behind Freya, a massive Green Serpent Phantom slowly coalesced.
The Green Serpent spread its translucent wings and floated gently, its slit pupils exuding a sense of calm and serenity.
"Disperse," Freya murmured softly as she extended her right hand.
The Green Serpent slowly disappeared behind her, and the gathered rainwater suddenly scattered and fell.
The rainwater, representing the breath of life, instantly dispelled the deathly aura of the Hell World.
Not far in front of Freya, a floating transparent figure flickered in and out of visibility amidst the rain.
"I found you!"
Upon seeing the figure, Freya narrowed her eyes and suddenly opened her right hand.
A green vortex appeared before her, and then the previously vanished Green Giant Serpent reemerged in a different form, lunging toward the figure.
However, as Freya released the King Cobra Phantom, she abruptly turned her head. The heavy curtain of rain continued to spread under her control without any abnormalities.
Freya frowned; for a brief moment, it felt as if something was quietly watching her from behind, sending a chill down her spine.
"Hiss."
The King Cobra's Phantom easily swallowed the figure.
As Freya turned back, suddenly, her body stiffened.
In front of her was a pitch-black giant Wide-eyed eye staring at her. The size of the eye was about the same as Freya, with the sclera filled with fine blood vessels.
The distance between them was less than half a meter; Freya could even see her pale face reflected in that dark pupil.
A strange atmosphere slowly began to gather.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, Freya's figure retreated explosively, creating a large curtain of rain in the air as she moved backward.
Without a second thought, she dashed into the dark hole above her head.
Twenty minutes later.
In the disarray of the Yule Forest, within a pitch-black cave.
Suddenly, with a 'whoosh', a gray shadow burst out from the cave entrance, followed by a torrent of damp rain and a surge of green luminescence.
Freya soared into the air, gasping for breath.
She looked down at her trembling hands in horror, where countless black eyes were densely clustered on the back of her hands.
These eyes attached to her arms even blinked occasionally, observing their surroundings with curious gazes.
"Damn it, it's the curse of the Hell World. What on earth is this thing!"
Faintly, Freya felt as if she had provoked some formidable existence.
In the air, a cool night breeze brushed against her cheeks, gradually calming her agitated emotions.
Freya looked down at the forest still shrouded in white mist beneath her. It seemed that the moment she burst out, the Lost Garden's characteristic of 'being lost' had vanished.
She thought for a moment and took out a swirling mass of Black Ash smoke from behind her. This was something she obtained after using King Cobra and Phantom to swallow that shadow.
"Well, it's not without its gains, but I should first check what kind of curse this is. If it carries strong malice, then it could be troublesome."
After hovering in the air for a moment, she directly controlled the rain clouds to fly towards the direction of Crimson Eagle...
Five Hours.
Lakefront Manor.
At this time, Freya was in a laboratory within the manor.
In front of a bright Experiment Table, Freya held a silver syringe filled with active silver liquid.
Before the Experiment Table was the earlier mass of Black Smoke.
"If other methods are ineffective, will pure Gustar Essence have any effect?"
She murmured lightly as she touched the smoke with the syringe and then pushed out the liquid inside.
'Sizzle'
With a faint sound, the liquid slowly decreased, and the swirling smoke seemed to be stimulated, suddenly bursting forth with a few black sparks around it.
However, as soon as these sparks left their original position, they were intercepted by a hazy transparent membrane.
As the liquid gradually disappeared completely into the black smoke, the splattering sparks also quieted down.
Then it slowly shrank, eventually turning into a solid mass resembling a square jelly.
This solid mass emitted a faint aura of decay and death, similar to that of the Hell World.
Freya picked it up with tweezers and gently poked it with a black stick, feeling its softness.
She frowned, sensing the aura within. "I feel like I've seen this somewhere before."
Just as Freya was recalling, she suddenly felt a gentle vibration at her waist.
After a moment, she set down the strange object and took out a horn-shaped item from her waist.
Soon, Klyent's rough voice came from inside.
"Freya, I found the curse information you asked me to look for." (To be continued...)
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