Deep in the vast sea, an endless wheat field sways gently with the surging waves.
From a distance, the boundary between land and sea became hazy and blurred, making it difficult for Blore to tell where the land ended and the sea began.
The wheat ears that were supposed to be full and golden in color underwent a shocking change - they turned into countless sharp needles.
The needle tips flashed with a bone-chilling light, like extremely sharp blades, pointing mercilessly in all directions, as if sternly warning any creature that dared to approach this mysterious wheat field.
Blore's body was already covered with hideous wounds, and blood was constantly flowing out from those deep and shallow scratches, soaking his entire body in blood.
Every step Blore took was as painful as walking on the edge of a knife. The piercing pain was like a surging tide, coming at him wave after wave, almost swallowing him.
But even so, Blore still felt that he had completely lost control of his body, as if there was an invisible and intangible powerful force pulling him in front, forcing him to continue moving forward, step by step, towards an unknown direction.
A sea breeze of unknown origin blew quietly, carrying a strong salty smell, gently caressing Blore's face, which looked extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.
Blown by the sea breeze, Blore's messy hair flew wildly in the wind, and the chains were blown up as well.
In the distance, a dazzling golden sun is slowly setting in the west and gradually disappearing below the vast sea level.
In the afterglow, the entire sky was rendered in a deep and rich dark red hue, like a blazing flame.
Even this strange wheat field seemed to be on fire, trembling slightly under the cover of dark red light, exuding a strange yet charming atmosphere.
Finally, Blore stumbled and stumbled to a scarecrow that was propped up high.
At this moment, he was already at the very edge of this vast wheat field in the sea.
He raised his head with difficulty, and his originally dull eyes were now fixed on the scarecrow tied high on the huge cross.
The scarecrow seemed to be lost in deep thought, its withered body swaying slightly in the sea breeze, as if telling an unknown secret.
Looking at the wheat fields in the sea, countless scarecrows stand in them. Some are tall, some are short, some are crooked, and some are upright. They seem to be the guardians of the wheat fields, or silent witnesses.
However, in an instant, the sharp ears of wheat that had been standing quietly around suddenly became restless under the gentle caress of the sea breeze.
These ears of wheat seemed to be pulled and summoned by a mysterious force and began to slowly move their trunks.
At first, the movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, but as time went on, its speed gradually increased, as if every ear of wheat had instantly grown flexible legs and feet.
I saw ears of wheat dragging their roots, slowly and steadily converging in the same direction.
In just a blink of an eye, an extremely huge monster rose from the vast wheat field!
This huge monster is covered with densely packed and extremely sharp wheat needles all over its body. From a distance, it seems as if its entire body is formed by countless wheat ears that have been extremely twisted and entangled with each other.
The monster's body was roughly rectangular, and the straw on its body seemed to have life, twisting and entangled constantly.
They danced wildly, intertwining with each other, accompanied by bursts of creepy "rustling" sounds.
What was even more terrifying was that a layer of thick blood-red light quietly enveloped the wheat monster, making it look even more hideous and terrifying, like an evil demon that had just struggled to climb out from the depths of the gloomy hell.
At this moment, Blore subconsciously looked up at the distant sky.
As the sun was setting, the entire sky was already painted in the most vivid and intense orange-yellow halo.
The dazzling golden rays of light gently fell on the wheat field filled with an eerie atmosphere like a thin veil, but even so, it was still unable to dispel the suffocating and terrifying atmosphere in the slightest.
An inexplicable chill welled up in Blore's heart.
The straw giant, made up of countless twisted and turning straws, suddenly lowered its body slowly.
Blore stood there, his heart inexplicably filled with tension and anxiety.
He stared at the enormous straw giant in a daze, unable to tell whether it was staring at him intently or examining its surroundings intently.
However, with his keen intuition, he clearly realized that the current situation was definitely not a good sign.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the sea water under his feet began to roll and surge violently!
It was as if a mysterious and extremely powerful invisible force was stirring up the ocean, causing its originally calm surface to instantly become turbulent and turbulent.
The surge of power was so strong that it gave Blore's feet an indescribable soft feeling.
This feeling was like he was stepping on a piece of extremely fat and greasy meat, sinking deeper into it with every step;
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