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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 396:
Crimson blood slowly flowed from the crack, dripping down her arm to the ground.
"Hiss."
In a faint sound, the freshly opened wound began to heal, and in no time, it returned to its original state.
However, the cracked sculpture showed no signs of damage.
Holding the Raven Sculpture, Freya's face was terrifyingly grim.
"This thing!"
At the moment the sculpture cracked, she felt as if what she held in her hand was herself.
This feeling was extraordinarily bizarre yet strikingly real.
Since entering this wilderness, encountering such situations had left her utterly perplexed.
"The World Record Device cannot be wrong!" She stared blankly at the sculpture in her hand. "In just these two nights, I have already detached from the Wizarding World and entered another strange realm, but my body remains here. If I am not mistaken, it is my consciousness and soul that have traveled there, and what happens in that world can manifest in the Wizarding World, or perhaps it is a situation like that!"
Her brain raced as she pieced together clues.
Freya's cold gaze swept toward the empty space outside the tent. After calculating the time briefly, she walked directly out of the tent.
"Whoosh!"
A swirl of white air surrounded her body as she flew into the sky, while Ron, sitting on a stone, slightly lifted his head, lost in thought.
The strong wind brushed against Freya's cheeks as she ascended. The temperature began to drop rapidly.
A layer of fine white frost covered her collar, and Freya waved her hand.
"Snap."
A layer of fiery red Barrier enveloped her.
As she passed through thick clouds, Freya's golden hair started to turn emerald green, and her azure eyes were veiled with a layer of green luminescence.
Feeling the air becoming slightly thin, Freya stopped ascending.
Her Robe rustled in the strong wind as she slightly spread her arms and gazed downward.
On the pitch-black ground, a smooth arc of golden light began to emerge from the east, causing the night to fade away in its glow.
Freya squinted her eyes as much of the Crimson Forest Trace slowly came into view.
Amidst the deep green sea of trees, bright blue rivers intertwined. The vast yellow wilderness was dotted with Black Marks. Those were massive stones.
In the distance, two intersecting and winding Black Mountains rose, their peaks adorned with red streaks.
These streaks were numerous and radiated outward, subtly converging in a certain direction.
Freya hovered high in the sky, quietly waiting for the night to dissipate.
As the sun began to reveal a hint of its arc.
At this moment, Freya saw something emerging from the wilderness. A layer of translucent black mist was rapidly dissipating, as if something from the earth was breaking free.
An inexplicable sensation arose in her heart.
"Ding."
A vague sound echoed in her mind, and suddenly, Freya remembered something. She extended her hand that held the Raven Sculpture.
The once cold sculpture began to transform into black particles, flowing through her fingers as the mist dissipated.
As she watched the sculpture completely vanish, Freya displayed a complex expression.
"This is not the corruption of World Power; this is a deeper overlap of worlds, which means..."
She raised her head and looked towards the distant Crimson Forest Trace.
If she guessed correctly, the entire area here would be shrouded by a strange world at night.
The World Barrier of the Wizarding World was very weak. Although there were instances of world overlaps, they were rare phenomena that usually ended quickly without causing much trouble.
In modern history, there was an instance where the Ninth Layer Abyss World overlapped with a Wizarding Area of the Wizarding World.
In that historical account, the ground cracked, the sky darkened, and the chaotic power of the Abyss World instantly corrupted ordinary humans into low-level Abyssal Creatures.
Fortunately, that overlap only lasted for three hours before hastily concluding.
However, the damage caused still led to the disintegration of most Wizarding Organizations, with thirty percent of ordinary people in the area perishing as a result.
The Wizarding World's World Power has also caused unknown destruction to the Ninth Abyss.
Indeed, the overlap between worlds poses a significant threat.
An example like the Crimson Forest Trace frequently being overlapped by a bizarre world is simply unfathomable; according to the World Rule, it should be impossible.
The mutual influence between two worlds is evident, and even if Freya suddenly disappeared from the Wizarding World at some point in the Crimson Forest Trace, it would not surprise her.
"Surely, the intelligent beings living here must be aware of such a world-class disaster. Is there something hidden behind this?"
As Freya was filled with doubts, the sun in the distance had completely risen.
Basking in the sunlight, she felt a warm sensation enveloping her body.
Under the sun, Freya's emerald green hair gradually turned golden, and her eyes returned to normal.
After hovering in the air for a while, she flew back down to the ground.
The danger of world overlap severely affected her every night, yet she had no solutions to address it, which was quite troublesome.
The carriage moved slowly forward, and Freya, sitting inside, wore a contemplative expression.
Beside her, Ron remained silent, showing no curiosity about Freya's earlier flight; he simply did what a guide was supposed to do.
In the distance of the yellow wasteland, a lush green forest became clearly visible.
After a long journey, the carriage finally left the strange wilderness behind.
Every night, Freya still entered that bizarre world, but she had lost her curiosity about the various phenomena within it.
These things were all strange products entangled with World Power, where the dangers outweighed the benefits, making it hardly worth exploring them one by one.
Although they encountered some very peculiar events, fortunately, there were no life-threatening incidents.
Twenty minutes later, the carriage slowly stopped at the edge of the forest.
In the quiet forest, dark shadows occasionally flashed by, appearing primitive and wild, with no clear path to follow.
The carriage had to be abandoned here.
Freya held a black leather suitcase in her hand as she jumped down from the carriage.
She untied the reins of the Black Stallion in front of the carriage and then walked into the forest with Ron.
In the forest, tall trees shot up like thick pillars into the sky, their dense branches and leaves blocking out large patches of sunlight.
The ground was covered with weeds and stones; although it posed no problem for the two of them, walking was still uncomfortable.
Ron drew a long sword from his waist and lightly waved his arm.
Anything that was touched by the sword instantly turned to dust. It looked very eerie.
From beside him, Freya sensed that Ron's sword did not emit any energy flow; his ability to achieve such a feat was entirely due to his terrifying swordsmanship.
Even a giant boulder blocking his path turned to fine powder with just a light touch of the sword.
This made Freya glance over slightly. She had also practiced swordsmanship before, but she had never seen it reach such a terrifying level. Its power was completely stronger than some purely offensive spells.
Moreover, it seemed that this was just a casual display of his abilities.
"To think swordsmanship could reach such a level," Freya remarked lightly.
The front-running Ron seemed not to hear her words and continued onward, clearing a path with sheer strength.
Perhaps due to the presence of both Freya and Ron, the seemingly perilous forest had not encountered any creature attacks.
The two walked intermittently and soon arrived at a river in the forest.
The water was crystal clear, teeming with fish and shrimp, and not far from them, some massive Demonized Creatures were bowing down to drink from the river.
After crossing the river, they continued forward.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, Freya noticed that the surrounding vegetation was growing larger, and the creatures were gradually much bigger than normal ones.
If it weren't for her own normal size, she would even feel as if she were getting smaller.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes.
Freya turned her head and was surprised to see a giant black ant about half a meter long crawling out from the underbrush.
This ant, aside from being dozens of times larger than a regular ant, is essentially an ordinary creature.
"Are ordinary ants this size? What about other creatures?"
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the distance while she was still pondering.
The trees in the distance began to tilt in clusters, and the ground subtly trembled.
Before long, a massive creature covered in black scales, with a row of fierce spikes along its back, slowly walked past the two.
From the ground, it appeared to be five or six meters tall, with a body length close to ten meters, resembling a giant lizard that had simply been magnified many times.
Wherever it passed, the trees were pushed aside, indicating its immense strength.
Seeing the enormous black lizard gave Freya an uncanny feeling of returning to ancient times.
In the memories of the King Cobra's legacy, ancient creatures were generally much larger than modern ones. During that time, the evolution rate of all species was at its peak, with new species and bloodlines emerging almost constantly.
A regular Demonized Wind Wolf, if it lived long enough, might even evolve into a holy beast level.
At that time, the World Power of the Wizarding World was extremely abundant. If there had been no wars, it is not impossible that the Wizarding World could have become a Higher World.
As Freya delved deeper into this forest, she felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation—a subtle restlessness existing within her bloodline.
This was the homeland remembered in the King Cobra Legacy.
As the two continued walking, Ron suddenly stopped, looking warily ahead.
"Hmm?" Freya frowned slightly from behind. "What's wrong?"
She followed Ron's gaze and saw a dark stone tablet in the distance.
The tablet appeared to be quite old, with a thick layer of moss and weeds covering the top, and fine cracks that seemed ready to crumble at any moment.
However, Ron showed an unusual caution towards this stone tablet.
He scanned the surroundings as if he had noticed something, paused slightly, and then said, "Let's take a detour; this path is not safe."
Seeing his demeanor, Freya was curious but said nothing, simply nodding lightly before turning back the way they came.
After circling around the tablet for about twenty minutes, Freya finally spoke up.
"What was that thing earlier? Why did we need to avoid it?"
Ron, walking ahead, did not turn back and replied directly, "That is a door; if you step into a certain range, you'll get sucked in."
"Sucked in?" Freya was momentarily taken aback.
"Yes," Ron nodded. "It's uncertain where exactly they are sent, but anyone who goes in never comes back. We don't know if they died or simply disappeared completely."
Hearing his explanation, Freya frowned slightly.
This phenomenon was very similar to the World Rift, and combined with the signs of world overlap from the Crimson Forest Trace, she had a vague suspicion about what was happening.
After a moment of thought, Freya asked, "Are there any other strange things here besides the 'door'?"
"Strange things?"
Ron stopped in his tracks and suddenly raised his arm to point to the left.
"Does that count?"
"What?"
Freya turned her head to look in that direction.
In the thicket over there, a group of grayish-white monkeys were staring back at them. These monkeys had very long arms, firmly gripping the branches.
However, their faces were actually human faces—some male, some female, some elderly, and some children.
But these faces appeared very numb and blank, with their skin stretched tight as if it were directly laid over the monkeys' heads.
Moreover, there were many of these monkeys; as far as the eye could see, the surrounding thickets were filled with them, all silently watching the two of them.
For a moment, Freya felt surrounded.
"They have been following us for a while now; it seems they surrounded us as soon as we entered the forest."
"Really? How is that possible?"
Watching the silent monkeys warily, Freya sensed that the surrounding woods were still empty, with no signs of any other creatures.
"Let's go." Ron didn't pay much attention to Freya's concerns and stepped forward. "As long as we don't provoke them, they'll lose interest and disappear on their own. Besides, if this counts as something strange, there are many even stranger things out there. If we're lucky, you might even see some."
Freya felt uncertain but followed Ron.
The Face monkeys continued to follow them silently after they moved on, creating a dark mass that made no sound.
After an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a massive altar.
The circular altar was bare except for some weeds. Ron jumped onto the altar and kicked at the dirt and grass on top, surprisingly uncovering a circular ring.
He reached out and pulled hard; with a 'pop,' a square stone slab was lifted, revealing a dark passage underneath.
"This is a secret path I discovered once; it leads directly to the Toxic Fog Swamp and is very safe." (To be continued…)
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