【Fantasy carriage chased by eternity】

[In the unexplainable ancient divine period, a black carriage that never stayed appeared on the unfounded wasteland of the city.]

[Anyone who witnesses a carriage will inevitably feel a yearning and pursuing.]

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

[According to those who survived by chance, the carriage is like a dream, carrying all dreams and beauty. As long as you can reach that place... you can realize any wish and obtain everything in the world.]

【However, no one can really touch a carriage.】

[It can only be like shouldering a certain destiny, curse, eternal, galloping in this vast wasteland.]

【Passing a long journey and going through endless years.】

【Always chased until the end of time.】

【Maybe, is the skeleton of God carried on the carriage?】

This is the memory that Anle extracted from the mind of a holy bloodborne.

These holy blood descendants dare to cross different cities, which shows that they still have a certain understanding of the wasteland.

The knowledge contained in these memories is precious property for peace.

A slight sense of heat came from Anle's mind, which shows that this is a knowledge that can interest the Lord of Chaos All-Knowledge.

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

【Defiled and sanity 4!】

Although Anle was not too far from the carriage, it might be that his brain had produced antibodies, and the carriage was becoming less and less attractive to him, and the filthy and rationality he produced was only a pitiful little.

‘Oh, why is it so difficult to pull some of your own wool?’

Anle looked at the carriage seriously, but she didn't feel that there was anything "dreaming". She was so dark all over, like a lump of coal, and it was so ugly.

Of course, no matter how much you complain, Anle has always maintained a high level of vigilance.

His original idea was to cut all these living people as leeks.

But after he had fought against the Holy Blood Seed, Anle faintly realized that some change was happening.

The human heart is not enough and the snake swallows the elephant.

He knew very well that being too greedy was not a good thing, so he decided to rescue Yiya and others first.

【Defiled and rational 24!】

After extracting the filthy and rational mind, in order to prevent Iya from being repeatedly caught like Quinno, Anle directly knocked the white-haired young girl out of her way and threw it in the direction Quinno.

It's best to be able to catch it, but it doesn't matter if it can't.

The common characteristic of the Holy Bloodborne is that it has strong regeneration ability and thick skin and flesh. This degree of minor injuries is insignificant.

It was very embarrassing for Ia herself, and she fell face down and hurt.

Immediately afterwards, Anle did the same thing and threw the bloody whiskey over.

At this moment, that kind of unknown premonition came again, as if a cold air surged into my heart.

An Le suddenly turned his head and saw a big horse pulling the carriage. His dark eyes were staring at him!

Facing that strange sight, Anle thought: ‘It’s so scary…’

‘Is this horse alive?’

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

This was an unexpected change. Anle quickly retreated and quickly left with the help of the shadow.

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

The guy who has existed since the Divine Breath Period and has been running to the present world, and his current happiness is beyond my reach.

"Ji—"

And at this moment, the dark horse raised its head and made a loud neigh from its mouth.

This call made the frenzy on the faces of the chasers behind it more intense. They accelerated their pace and made low calls, as if they could immediately touch the things they dreamed of.

Even Anle once again had the urge to catch up.

But he was soon suppressed.

“Is it… asking for help?”

It is a bit ridiculous, but Anle did not hear the hostility from the hissing, but instead carries an indescribable prayer and desire.

There is even a hint of...sadness?

‘Sad? Don’t it want to run like this endlessly?’

‘Just bear such a curse?’

Anle's heart was filled with incredible guesses that seemed to others, but his intuition told him that this might be the truth.

‘But why ask me for help?’

‘I’m just an ordinary person.’

Anle thought innocently, and was puzzled, but he could sense the dark horse's sight, which was coming to him.

Before he could figure out the true intention of the dark horse, a dangerous sign like a needle was heard one after another, as if a great danger was coming.

Anle turned his head and looked at a hill not far away.

There, there is some substance that is spreading like a tide, drowning everything passing by.

That is not a creature, a dirty blood beast, nor a dead soul. What he insists on is just pure, empty black and white.

It's just color.

On the hills, dark green trees, brown and black soil blocks, yellow and white weeds, etc., all existences with different colors began to transform towards simple black and white colors when they came into contact with that piece of matter.

It's like an invisible brush, taking these two kinds of paints and smearing on the huge scroll of the "real world".

Things that have been modified in color seem to have no change, and still stay where they are.

However, in Anle's view, their presence becomes thinner in an instant.

It was clearly in sight, but it seemed to have disappeared from this world.

It turns into a pale, lifeless picture, just outlined by lines, like an uncolored line draft by a cartoonist.

‘What the hell is this?’

The happy light caught a glimpse again. The nearby ground began to rise and sink, like the soft dough, being rubbed at will, changing shape,

Occasionally a small piece of weird arthropod appears, which seems to be part of the insect's body.

Some creatures under the ground are actively squirming.

In the moonlight, a translucent living creature that could only be seen in the outline appeared faintly, whispering, staring at Anle greedily.

In the distant sky, a huge eye was opened, and lazily turned his gaze down, staring at the ants on the ground.

A series of changes came too suddenly.

It was as if, with the neighing of the big dark horse, the wasteland came alive.

The tranquility and tranquility of the previous ones were nothing more than a disguise, a mask.

And this is the real side of the wasteland!

Even with the concentration of happiness, I was shocked.

Several tips of increasing filthy sanity flashed on the panel.

But, strange.

As the wasteland showed its real and cruel face, Anle not only did not be afraid, but became more and more excited. Every cell in his body was cheering and the speed of blood flowing unconsciously accelerated, and his breathing was one or two minutes rapid.

An happy mouth smiled.

‘This feeling is really good…’

‘But, you still have to be more restrained.’

He slowly took off his mask, rubbed his hands gently on his face, took back his smile, and returned to his usual appearance.

*******

Quinno, who was hiding aside, did not see this scene.

He was already frightened by the changes in the wasteland, and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, like an ostrich that buried his head in the sand - as long as I can't see it, danger does not exist.

Even Kunno in the sage mode could not resist this kind of fear from the heart, and everything around him was developing in a completely unfamiliar direction.

Whether it is black and white, the squirming of the ground, or the shadows under the moonlight...everything brings a strong sense of oppression to Qunno.

If you have any contact with them...

‘You will die, you will definitely die!’
To be continued...