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The biting cold wind seemed to surround her whole body.

Hela subconsciously curled up.

It was as if she was hallucinating.

The flames and blood that filled her entire field of vision, the tragic deaths of her relatives and friends, the hideous cultists, the cold and ruthless cage, and the countless pairs of eyes staring at her, filled with madness.

These scenes seemed to appear in her field of vision again, and they kept looping in a high-speed and chaotic order.

In the constant loop, her consciousness began to blur, as if she had returned to the time when she was weak and powerless.

She subconsciously clenched her teeth, and her body trembled unnaturally.

She was ruthlessly dragged to the altar by the cultists, and then a black and terrifying head appeared above the altar.

She felt endless fear, and then the head opened its mouth, and her body and soul were separated.

In her desperate gaze, her soul and body were swallowed by the head one after another.

Countless dark elements washed over her soul.

Her fear was taken away, and what followed was despair, madness, and fear.

All emotions were taken away, and she became an emotionless monster.

She opened her eyes and saw the dark sky and the white earth paved with countless bones.

Her vision began to rise, and she saw countless skeletons of the dead, and she was also an inconspicuous existence among them.

Her vision rose again until she could no longer see herself.

Finally, her eyes flickered slightly.

She heard the children's cries, saw the disintegrating tribes, and saw the cultists who succeeded in the conspiracy grinning.

She saw the darkness covering the entire Northland and spreading around at an alarming speed, dyeing the whole world black.

Looking at the black world, Hela didn't feel anything.

She. Should be afraid.

Hela thought so.

Is death the destination of the world?

Suddenly, everything in front of Hela quickly fell apart.

A gentle white light shone in front of Hela.

Although she had lost all her emotions and had no relevant memories, she couldn't help but stretch out her right hand when she saw the warm light in front of her.

When she stretched out her hand, she found that her arm seemed a little different.

She was stunned for a moment when she looked at her pale and dry arm.

What is this? My hand?

Just as she was thinking, the light in front of her eyes seemed to be a little impatient, and suddenly expanded several times, completely wrapping her up.

A cool feeling quickly flooded into her mind.

The world that was falling apart in front of her also completely decomposed and disappeared.

I.

She seemed to fall into a warm embrace, all the darkness disappeared completely, and the biting cold quickly dissipated, as if it was expelled.

Then, she came to a white world and saw a boy standing in front of her.

He stretched out his right hand to her and said with a smile.

"Let's burn all the sins to ashes together."

She blinked her eyes, and the lost feelings quickly returned to her.

"Yeah."

She nodded vigorously, stretched out her hand and held his hand.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

Sitting on a wooden chair, Roland listened to Hela's description and said thoughtfully.

"Is this all you encountered?"

"Yes."

Hela nodded and asked with some doubt.

"Why do I have such a nightmare?"

"Strictly speaking, this should not be considered an ordinary dream."

Roland shook his head and said.

"If it was just an ordinary nightmare, it would not affect your soul. If I hadn't discovered it in time and used magic to pull you back, you might really turn into the person in the dream."

Roland was still outside slowly revising the pages of the book, and suddenly found that there was a strange magical fluctuation coming from the wooden house. When he ran in, he found that Hela's body and soul on the bed were undergoing an uncontrolled transformation.

After checking and finding that Hela's soul was a little confused, and her whole body was transforming into a dead spirit, Roland decisively took action, forcibly interrupted the transformation, and comforted her soul.

Hela tilted her head, her eyes were still full of doubts.

Although Roland didn't quite understand what Hela was facing, after all, players in the previous life would not encounter such a situation.

Who the hell would sleep in the game?

However, after recalling all the memories of the previous life, Roland said hesitantly.

"Everything you saw is not quite in line with the real situation. The undead sub-plane has no entity, and with your qualifications, even if you are sacrificed, you will not be transformed into an ordinary skeleton undead."

"Well, have you read some novels about the undead recently?"

Roland suddenly asked.

Hela was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and took out a book from the bookcase beside the bed. Looking at it, he said hesitantly.

"It seems to be similar to what is recorded in this book?"

Roland took the book from his hand, flipped through it briefly, and said.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be a precognitive dream. It should be because you haven't rested for too long, your soul is a little weak, and you have only a little knowledge of the undead sub-plane."

In addition, there is still the fear of cultists in my heart when I was weak.

Roland added in his heart.

Although she had become a superhuman, and was still following Roland to kill the cultists in the north, uprooting the entire cult organization, the fear she had when she was weak still lurked in her heart.

If she had not been vigilant for dozens of days and her soul had not become weak, this fear would not be a big problem.

"Is that so?"

Hela nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Speaking of which, let's burn all the sins to ashes together. Where did you see this sentence?"

Roland flipped through the storybook in his hand and said happily.

Hearing what Hela said, the thoughts in her head were instantly thrown out of her mind, her face flushed, and she was very embarrassed.

"This. That"

Roland chuckled, closed the book in his hand, and put it back to its original place in the bookshelf.

"Are you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Hela nodded shyly.

"Well, then you can lie down for a while. Drink this potion first. I'll go prepare lunch for you."

Roland stood up, took out a bottle of soul-recovering alchemy potion from his space ring and placed it on the bedside table. He stood up and looked at the weather outside the wooden house and said.

After watching Roland walk out of the wooden house, the shyness on Hela's face faded a little. After relaxing on the bed for a while, she reached out and took the alchemy potion from the bedside table and drank it.

After drinking the alchemy potion, Hela also felt a lot more energetic.

Then, she suddenly realized something, lowered her head, saw her dirty clothes, and also smelled a strange smell on her body.

Ah?

Hela, who suddenly realized that she had been communicating with Roland in this way just now, her mind went blank in an instant.