Chapter 881 Sea of ​​Corpses

Consciousness fell into darkness, as if being caught in an invisible storm. After a brief twist and withdrawal, Blogo's broken consciousness was reconstructed and reunited, so he opened his eyes.

Between the void.

Blogo stood in the gray wilderness, his eyes were slightly dull, and his expression was a little dazed, as if his consciousness had not yet fully recovered. After a few seconds, his eyes flashed with brilliance, he shuddered, and all his senses revived, along with his dusty memories.

The world after death, between the void.

Blogo had been here many times, but every time he returned to the world, it was difficult for him to retain his memories in the void. Blogo once suspected that this was the power of the void at work. After all, this is the land of astronauts, and he is the king here, doing whatever he wants.

However, when Blogo arrived at the void again, those erased memories would be revived again. For a time, Blogo clearly felt that there were many more fragmented fragments in his mind.

Strangely enough, the astronauts would not erase important information like the All-Seeing Purpose, as if they were deliberately revealing it to him. However, some information that Blogo thought was not important was carefully cleaned and wiped.

Enduring the intense pain in his mind, Blogo took a deep breath, recovered his condition, and looked around with cold eyes, trying to find the astronauts in this gray and white expanse.

When Weier mentioned the strange and bloated diving suit, Blogo guessed that the other party was an astronaut. No one except him would wear that ridiculous diving suit... No, it was a space suit, a unique space suit.

"What are you going to do?"

Blogo questioned in his heart. It was definitely not a good thing for astronauts to contact Saizong. At this time, looking at the endless gray and white wilderness, Blogo was about to step forward, but suddenly became confused again, not knowing where to go.

Usually, when he arrived in the void, the astronauts would come to greet him. In other words, almost every time he arrived in the void, Blogo was under the control of the astronauts, but this time the astronauts did not appear.

After a few seconds of stunned, Blogo suddenly found that without the astronauts, he seemed to be able to explore the void freely.

Suddenly, Blogo became much more excited, like an explorer, trying to uncover the hazy veil of this place.

Blogo wanted to explore the void more than once, and for this reason, he conducted a series of experiments on himself a long time ago.

For example, Blogo once asked himself, "When I am in the void, am I an entity or a consciousness?"

Blogo is an expert with a spirit of pragmatism. If there is a problem, then solve it.

After thinking it over and over again, Blogo found his little white mouse, Amy.

After Amy used the heart shadow to overlap with Blogo, when Amy was still unclear about what would happen next, Blogo simply cut his throat and fell into the void with Amy's uncontrolled screams.

Later, Blog treated Amy to supper for a week in a row, and apologized several times before he was able to appease Amy.

It was also after this incident that Blog came to a conclusion that when he arrived in the void after his death, Amy, who was in an overlapping state with him, could not follow his consciousness and come here together.

The void became more confusing.

"How strange."

Blog touched his body. Logically, his body was in the Undead Club, and it should be his consciousness that arrived in the void. So how could the consciousness of the void interfere with reality?

His thoughts paused for a moment, and Blog quickly thought of Freya. Then he looked around and nervously put his right hand on his left arm.

Blog took a deep breath, and the next moment his nails sank deeply into the flesh and blood. With a strong pull, Blog tore out hideous scars on his body.

No blood and no flesh.

What flowed under the wound was pure ether, just as Blog had seen on Freya.

"My consciousness will become a consciousness constructed by ether after reaching the void." After learning about Freya's existence, Blogo was not surprised by such a conclusion.

After confirming that the astronauts were not nearby, Blogo shifted his attention from himself to the gray wilderness.

Blogo didn't know how vast the astronauts' territory was, but from the previous few descents, it was not ordinary. Blogo randomly chose a direction, took a step, and strode forward.

Every time he jumped, Blogo could jump over a distance of several meters, stirring up gray dust and leaving a rolling smoke and dust behind him.

Blogo remembered the All-Seeing Eye, that strange and huge creation. In his memory, it was placed at the bottom of a huge crater. It was there that Blogo learned about the overlap of the etheric world and the material world, and the existence of the Gate of Origin.

There might be something else there, something that the astronauts deliberately hid.

Thinking of this, Blogo quickened his pace. He could not move for a long time in the void. When his body in the material world healed, Blogo's consciousness would return.

Blogo must hurry up.

…

"So, what is he doing?"

Sere looked at the tragic death of Bologg on the chair with a look of doubt on his face. He knew that there was something wrong with Bologg's mind, but he never thought that Bologg was already so ill. Would he commit suicide if he said he would commit suicide? The undead can't be so luxurious, right?

Weier ignored Serei's thoughts, raised her tail and came to Boluogo's body, looking at it carefully for a long time.

"Do you think Boluogo will do something irrational?" Weier asked.

"He...probably not."

Sere hesitated and gave a firm answer.

Boluogo does sometimes do some unexpected things, but those things are basically in Boluogo's interests to a certain extent and have a certain purpose.

"Then he probably didn't commit suicide suddenly due to mental illness," Weier said, "but he had some purpose."

"A purpose that can only be achieved by death?" Sere doubted.

"Brogo should know that guy."

At this time, Bode, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, "After hearing Weier's description of the weirdo, his reaction was very strange, not to mention that he simply committed suicide... Maybe Boluogo was looking for that person Guy, you heard it too, he said he was going to ask someone and see if he was home."

"You can only see it after you're dead. Is that weirdo the God of Death?" Serei wondered.

"I have no idea."

Bode shook his head and stood up with his spear, "But I know that Bologo is about to be resurrected."

The tip of the gun was pointed at Boluogo, and the horrific wound on Boluogo's throat was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a few dozen seconds, Boluogo would be able to activate again.

"so?"

Perhaps because he drank too much, Sere's mind was a little slow and he didn't understand the deep meaning of Bode's words. Bode was too lazy to explain anything to the drunkard. A gust of wind passed by, and the tip of the gun tore the air, bursting out. A sharp howl.

Sere only saw a dazzling light flashing in front of his eyes, followed by a dull loud noise. When Sere's vision became clear again, he saw Bode maintaining a throwing motion, and the spear in his hand had long disappeared. .

Disappearing along with the spear was Borogo's body.

Sere turned his head stiffly. At the other end of the undead club, the chair was broken into several pieces, and blood dripped all over the floor. The spear after soaking in blood seemed to come alive, and the mottled scratches were slowly squirming like a snake. Scales, and at the end of the spear, Bologo's body was nailed to the wall.

"You are crazy!" Sere screamed, "Bologo is crazy, why are you guys crazy?"

Weier jumped off the table and walked towards Boluogo's body, "Since Boluogo is going to see the God of Death, we can't resurrect him when they are chatting most happily."

"ah?"

Sere suspected that he heard wrongly, while Bode nodded vigorously. He fully recognized Weier's words.

…

In the gray wilderness, Boluogo was still running forward. From the moment he took a step, Boluogo was counting the seconds in his heart, calculating how long it had taken for him to arrive here. According to his previous calculations, as early as a few minutes ago, Boluogo should have been resurrected and sent back, but this time he stayed in the void for an unexpectedly long time.

Boluogo didn't think this was an accident. Maybe the undead saw his intentions and gave him a few more blows.

I guess so?

This matter sounded too absurd. Bologe did not continue to think about it. He just kept running in this boundless land. Bologe wanted to find the huge crater, but when he actually took action, Bologe Only then did I realize that there were too many huge craters in this void.

Along the way, Boluogo saw one crater after another. The huge boulders suspended above his head, like mountains, cast shadows, making the craters dark.

Boluogo looked for it based on his memory, but could never find the corresponding one.

This endless gray land is like a maze without walls.

Boluogo stood on the edge of a crater, looking gloomily into the distance. The astronaut has not shown up until now. In other words, this devil who has been nesting in this dangerous place for many years has traveled far away for the first time, and he also Been gone for so long.

"Sai Zong, don't agree to believe him, you absolutely cannot believe him."

Boluogo prayed in his heart. He still liked Sai Zong very much. Although most of the time, Sai Zong was almost like a crazy lunatic. But in that conversation, Bo Luogo could feel Sai Zong's words. The sincerity in it.

There was no conspiracy, he just wanted peace.

How precious is peace?

In the lonely world, no one responded to Boluogo's thousands of thoughts. Just when he wanted to move on, there was a long roar above his head. When he raised his head, two mountain-like boulders collided together, falling apart and filling the air. Thousands of gravels were produced, they shook each other, turned into fine dust, and returned to nothingness.

During the collision of the boulders, the shadow cast by it was also torn apart, and the light fell, illuminating a corner of the crater. It was this fleeting light that made Boluogo notice that there seemed to be something in the crater.

Boluogo looked doubtfully into the shadows inside the crater. As the boulders floated, the bright light was once again obscured. He took a step forward, but he never thought that the gray dust under his feet suddenly collapsed, and countless sand and stones were crumbled along the The slope rolled inward.

Instantly, Blogo's body lost balance, staggered and fell heavily to the ground. Blogo tried to get up, but as the rubble rolled, the slope was like quicksand, carrying Blogo's body towards the inside of the crater.

His vision quickly rotated. Now Blogo only had self-consciousness, and his body was just made of ether. For this body that was just a carrier, Blogo could not mobilize half a bit of strength.

He could only roll on the slope like a tumbleweed, with rubble embedded in his body, and dense and severe pain came from his body. In this way, he didn't know how long he rolled, and finally stopped at the bottom of the depression of the crater.

The sound of painful panting came faintly. Half a minute later, Blogo struggled to stand up. He looked back at the place where he rolled down. The huge slope blocked the way like a high wall. Looking forward, there was only a group of untouchable shadows.

At Blogo's feet, the gray dust reflected the strong light, and the dividing line between light and shadow was so clear, like a knife cut.

Looking at the darkness ahead, Blogo suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if there was something inside, and whispers came one after another, as if someone was calling his name softly.

"Blogo..."

"Blogo Lazarus..."

Blogo took a step forward and stepped into the shadow. When the shadow completely enveloped him, the vague things in the darkness showed different sizes.

At the same time, the sound of boulders colliding with each other came again above his head, the mountains cracked, and the shadows were also torn apart.

In an instant, Blogo held his breath, and he saw it.

There were countless gray-white figures, piled up like sculptures, covered with a layer of dust, some piled up into a mountain, and some lying on the ground, their bodies twisted and deformed, their arms twisted into weird angles, and their necks twisted almost 180 degrees.

There were also many broken bodies. There was no blood or flesh in the cross-section of the body, only a monotonous gray. Although there was no sign of life, these sculpture-like bodies revealed a strange atmosphere.

Each sculpture exuded an atmosphere of death, as if their souls were trapped forever in this calm and terrifying scene. The eyes of the sculptures were empty, but they seemed to reveal endless pain and suffering. The mouths were twisted and deformed, silently making strange roars and groans, as if telling some indescribable pain and despair.

A strong chill surged into Blogo's heart. He had seen similar strange scenes many times, but this time was completely different from the past.

Just because these countless sculptures had a similar face.

Blogo's own face.