Chapter 870 Return to Oneness

The scorching and murderous ether poured into the void mass along the gap of the safety door. The shining tentacles moved the safety door away little by little until it was completely open. The bloated light ball filled the threshold. It squeezed hard, but could not shake the safety door at all. It just squeezed itself dry and deformed, and most of its body leaned in.

"We should go." Freya said nervously.

This is the transportation hub of the ruins area. Countless safety doors are waiting for the two of them. Pushing any door at will can escape the current predicament.

"No, you can't leave."

Berogo shook his head, then turned around in place, his eyes swept across every part of the void mass. Freya also imitated Berogo's actions and followed her sight. Then she saw the same picture as Berogo.

I saw that at the end of the stairs that grew and entangled like vines, the safety doors were slowly opening, and a dazzling glow shone behind the doors. Thick light-cast tentacles stretched out and fumbled around the surrounding materials.

Freya was stunned. She couldn't understand the current situation at all. It was as if the ruins area had accelerated chaos at a certain moment. Everything was turning into disorder, waiting for everything to return to annihilation in the dead silence.

Bologo frowned, and the diamond shield surrounded him like a guard.

Just like copying and pasting, the picture in front of him overlapped into countless copies. At the same time, each security door corresponded to a hazy light, invading this place.

"It... How can there be so many of them?"

Freya couldn't believe it. This series of events was about to shatter all her common sense of survival for many years.

"There are not many of them, only one."

Blogo said calmly, "It's just that the space is distorted, making it in every space at the same time, and this seems to be the overlap of all spaces. When it arrives here, everyone returns to one, and the projections in countless spaces also return to one."

Each space is like an independent page of paper. Countless papers are scattered and stacked together. The part where they overlap with each other is only a corner of the edge, and relying on this overlapping corner, they can freely reach each paper and space.

The void block is the place where there are infinite overlaps. It is for this reason that it has a safe passage leading to all places and has become a transportation hub in the ruins area.

So what about the hazy light that seems to be everywhere in Freya's eyes?

With the opening of all the safety doors, all the hazy light squeezed into the void block, and a strong sense of shock came, as if the world was collapsing. Many ripples burst out from the void block entangled with the stairs, as if something was about to break through the restraints. Countless cracks crawled all over the stairs and then broke.

Large pieces of debris floated and rushed in the void, and they broke again, and even turned into fine dust, forming a sea of ​​dust.

A violent tremor came, and the void block area seemed to be about to collapse. The roaring vibration continued, and in the huge block entangled with the stairs, the faint light revealed in it was also extinguished.

The ground beneath their feet was completely destroyed. Blogo and Freya were in a weightless void. Silver-white hands were thrown out one after another. While grabbing Freya, Blogo also nailed the silver-white hands into the larger fragments, pulling himself closer to there.

"I got you."

A dull rumbling sound sounded, and countless light balls twisted, just like the overlapping effect of a movie when showing a movie. In the dazzling light, there were endless rotating colors in the kaleidoscope, forming a short and dazzling scene.

The crazy and psychedelic scene burst out in front of Blogo, and Freya saw the same scene and couldn't help screaming.

"Blogo!"

She tried to reach out to Blogo, but was horrified to find that her arm actually collapsed like liquid. Then, under Freya's gaze, Blogo's face became abstract and elongated, like a distorted painting.

In Blogo's eyes, Freya looked the same.

Their consciousness was drawn into the distorted vortex, and they felt a strange sense of detachment, as if their souls were being stripped out of their bodies and joined in the carnival.

The light balls no longer emitted gentle light, but instead spread out a hideous and dark aura. They overlapped one after another, red like blood, green like poisonous grass, and purple like venom, colliding with each other frantically, making sharp and piercing sounds.

The evil and crazy scenes seemed to come from twisted dreams, and each scene was full of the breath of death and pain.

All of Blogo's senses were infinitely magnified until they broke through the threshold and were left with only numbness. Freya's painful screams became louder and louder, until, like Blogo, they stopped abruptly after reaching the limit.

Returned to dead silence.

Tens of seconds later, Blogo opened his eyes with difficulty. He didn't know whether he had just fainted or died. He tried to stand up, but the thought of action alone made him feel unstoppable pain.

The consciousness was like being shattered and torn apart by countless sharp blades, and instantly fell into confusion and pain. The severe pain penetrated every cell like a spike, making people feel as if they were in a tormenting hell.

The senses of Blogo's body were not immune to the impact. They sent messages of stimulation and pain. The vision temporarily lost its light and color, leaving only blurred images and distorted pictures. The hearing was torn into harsh noises that were unbearable. The smell was filled with a nauseating stench that made people feel suffocated. The signals sent by the touch were waves of tingling and numbness.

The organs seemed to have completely failed. They could not function normally and no longer coordinated. The heart beat rapidly and irregularly, as if it would stop at any time. The breathing became shallow and difficult, as if an invisible hand had pinched the throat. The muscles were weak and trembling. Blogo had to use a lot of effort to support his body.

At this moment, Blogo could conclude that he had just lost consciousness for a short time, not dead... It would be better to die and let the Axis of Time refresh its state.

Blogo coughed painfully for a few times, and then the cough turned into dry heaves, and turbid liquid mixed with blood was spit out together.

"Furya?"

Blogo called out. His vision had not yet recovered and he could only see a blur.

Freya did not respond, but Blogo could hear her panting and sobbing. He blinked hard, and the blurry scene gradually became clear.

The ruins in the void had been completely destroyed. No matter how huge the buildings were, they were turned into fine and shattered debris. They were scattered in the space, flowing slowly and gracefully, forming a vast ocean, rolling and interweaving.

All the stairs disappeared, leaving only a straight corridor floating in the sea of ​​​​powder. Blogo was on this corridor at this time. It was extremely wide, with tall columns lined up on both sides. At the end of the columns was a huge ball of light shining with infinite brilliance.

It was like the core of the void, burning slowly like a scorching sun.

Freya stood under the scorching sun. The dazzling light cast a huge shadow behind her, covering Blogo. Blogo walked forward a few steps, and Freya's face became clear. It was also at this time that Blogo stopped suddenly.

"Freya?"

Blogo called out vigilantly.

At this time, Freya was wearing the same exquisite ceremonial clothes as the security staff, and her hair was also scattered, as if she was free from gravity, floating and flowing gently.

Freya lowered her head, and then slowly raised it up. It was a familiar and unfamiliar face. In an instant, she seemed to be many years older. Her face became mature, without any emotion, and extremely cold.

Blogo couldn't help but take a step back. The groaning sound became clearer. Blogo looked in the direction of the sound. He saw another Freya under the towering column.

She leaned against the column with a weak look and a pale face. There were more and more cracks on her body. The cracks in her lower body gradually widened until it was completely broken.

At this moment, she was like a broken porcelain doll. Her left leg was gone. Pure, almost gelatinous ether flowed out of the broken cross section. Her right arm was also strangely bent. It was also bloodless and fleshless. There was a huge wound on her abdomen, almost cutting her in half.

The broken one was the Freya that Blogo was familiar with. What about this intact one?

"She is Freya... You are also Freya."

The hazy light ball began to wriggle violently. More and more figures walked out of the light ball. They were faceless security staff. They strode forward. As they moved, their bodies began to change. They became different heights, and facial features appeared on their blank faces.

Bolog felt as if he understood all this, and he couldn't help but mutter.

"Consciousness can be copied, so naturally it can be copied multiple times."

Countless familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared, some young, some old, some just short girls, and some already hunchbacked old men.

They are all Freya, all of them.