"Where am I?!"

After being engulfed by the flames, Friga found that he was not dead and was unharmed. He was still wearing the light blue long dress, gorgeous and neat, without any damage, and there was no dust on his head. Even the bun tied to his head was not messy. It seemed as if everything had not happened just now. But Friga found that there was only darkness in front of him!

This is a purely black silent space, only her own existence. She looked around blankly, and finally closed her eyes calmly. So that's it, is this the world after death?

Friga now believes that she has died in the fire that destroyed the world, and this is the realm that all the dead will reach. As for why she has not been able to fall into an ignorant and eternal sleep, she believes that all this should be a punishment for herself.

Friga sat slowly on the ground, buried her head in her knees and sobbed softly. She did not mourn her death, nor did she feel sad that she would never see her relatives again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to everyone, it's because I'm so useless." She was crying for her subjects. She failed to fulfill her responsibilities as a royal family. The subjects entrusted their loyalty, destiny, and even everything to the royal family.

But not only did the royal family not bring them happiness, but in the end they were unable to protect them. As the queen, I enjoyed the respect of my subjects on weekdays, but at the last moment, I was obviously there, but I couldn't even let my people survive. I was really useless!

Friga was so immersed in self-blame, constantly punishing herself with this endless pain. However, her self-blame and pain not only punished her, but also seemed to touch something else.

The originally quiet space suddenly sounded densely. Friga also noticed these changes. She raised her head blankly and looked around with her eyes that had already cried red, but these eyes were staring at the top of the boss in a flash because of fear.

"It's all your fault!"

"You let us down!"

"You should have saved us!"

Large pieces of corpses slowly crawled towards Friga. These corpses were innumerable. Some people still had some carbonized flesh and blood, but some people simply had only a bunch of skeletons left. Without exception, they were all black all over and there was still black smoke on their bodies, just like there was never-ending smoldering flames in their bodies!

Friga retreated in horror. Although these corpses were beyond recognition, she could recognize that these people were all her subjects. They all rushed towards Friga slowly, and finally kept accusing her incompetence and resentment towards the royal family's failure to protect themselves.

Friga was instantly drowned in the condemnation and had to run and apologize constantly. But she found that no matter how fast she ran, these corpses would catch up with them at a faster speed. No matter how much she apologized, the hatred of those corpses could not be reduced by a little. Their eyes, which had only eye sockets, were flashing with anger, and they wanted to vent their flesh.

Finally, Friga collapsed, and she held her head and shouted hysterically, "No! This shouldn't be the ending of us!"

Her shout was like pressing the still button, and the surroundings returned to silence again. Friga slowly opened her eyes and looked around, finding that the surging corpses were gone and the darkness had faded. She returned to the street, where the doomsday began.

"That's right?" Friga narrowed her eyes. She now knew what was going on.

As the queen of Asgard, Friga naturally had martial arts. In a hurry, even Malekis suffered a small loss in her hands, but what people praised was not her martial arts, but her magic.

Everyone knows that the evil god Loki is highly magical, and the Thor who often plays Thor, makes him helpless. But all his magic is taught by Friga. So in terms of magical attainments, Friga is still above Loki.

Therefore, with profound magic and rich knowledge, Friga instantly realized that everything he had just experienced was not a fact, no, it should be a fact that had not happened yet. "This is a prophetic dream."

According to legend, the higher Asgardians with pure bloodline will see the future scene under some special circumstances. To trigger this phenomenon, special rituals may be required, or they may be between the line of life and death, or even in their sleep, the future will quietly come.

"I should be dying...that poisonous dagger." Friga touched his right arm. Although it was as intact as before, she remembered Malekis stabbed the place with a poisonous dagger.

But... this prophecy is too detailed...Friga was a little confused after understanding the status quo, because as far as she knew, prophecy was almost the same as an oracle, usually without a head and end, and the content was unclear. As for the meaning of it, there were really a hundred views on one hundred people. Usually they could make the dog's brains right for whom.

But the prophecy I experienced was simply clear, and the meaning it expressed was also clear at a glance. Asgard would be destroyed in the flames of the doomsday, and no one could survive.

Is the God of Destiny so kind to him? Friga looked up at the sky and thought, "No, the God of Destiny is lower than his own status, and it's not his turn to favor him." So what's going on?

But before Friga could figure it out, the scene that happened before was repeated again. The crowd of people who fled in panic and the surging flames swallowed her up again. She returned to the black space again, and the burned corpses surged again.

Yes... This time Friga did not panic, but instantly felt enlightened. The prophecy he had experienced was so true and he had to repeat the experiences. There was only one possibility, which was to find a way to salvation in this prophecy.

After thinking of this, Friga turned around and said solemnly to the corpses, "I am the queen, I will definitely find a way to save you!"

After she finished saying this, the space changed again, and she returned to the street. She could clearly feel that the time she stayed in that black space this time was obviously much shorter than the last time. Such a change made her more sure of her previous thoughts.

However, although Friga had clarified its purpose and was willing to do whatever it took for its own goal and use any method to achieve this goal, in the end, Friga found that the ending had not changed at all.

She returned to the street and the flames hit only about one minute, which was too short. She tried to organize a group of people to take refuge as soon as possible during this period, but the fire of doomsday swept across Asgard, and no place was safe.

During this period, she tried to mobilize all the magic power she could master as much as possible to prevent the flames from coming, but under the great power that brought the end of the world, she could not stop it at all. She felt that her power was so small.

I don’t know how many times I tried, how many methods I used, and how many futile efforts I have gone through. Friga still has not found a way to salvation. She went from being full of confidence at the beginning to being anxious and irritable, and to being decadent and negative now. The failures and attempts have almost polished her confidence and her persistence.

OK, let's just do it. Friga stood in the black space, looked at the corpses surrounding him, spread his hands and said anxiously, "The reason why prophecy is a prophecy is because it can't change at all."

These corpses of tragic death did not retreat because of her excuse, but did not continue to approach. They just raised their heads and looked at her quietly, as if they were saying, Have you really tried all the methods?!

"I tried." Friga understood their hopeful vision. "If you really experienced these languages ​​with me, you should know that I have exhausted all the methods. Although I don't want to admit it, I don't want to accept such a historical trend, but this is fate... Maybe this is the fate of Asgard."

"What do you think I can do?" Friga asked them for a solution in the face of countless corpses. "I want me to change my destiny and change the direction of history? How can I do this? My strength is too weak, and as time goes by, as I continue to age, I will become weaker and weaker. As for the others... I am just a queen."

After she finished saying this, the accidents turned into a burst of black smoke and dissipated. Friga rolled her eyes and said, "Is it going to start again? Is it necessary to try again..."

But after she waited for a long time, the space did not change at all. "It seems that you gave up too...Who?!"

She had not waited for the change of space. Friga believed that this prophecy had ended here, and her ideas had also changed a lot. She had always believed that all she had experienced was to let her find a way to salvation. But now she felt that all this was just to wipe out all her obsessions, and then to enter eternal sleep without any desires. She might... really die.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt someone patting her shoulder from behind. She had experienced countless reincarnations in this space. Although the corpses kept thinking that he was chasing her after all, they had never touched her. So this sudden contact scared her.

She immediately turned around and looked at it, but was stunned on the spot, because the person who appeared behind her was not those burnt bones, but a complete person, a woman, a woman who looked almost exactly the same as her.

Well... it's still a little different. This woman's eyes are green, her face has fewer wrinkles than her, her lips are a little black, and there is a little evil spirit between her eyebrows. Her dress is even more different from her. She is actually wearing a dark armor with some green patterns on it.

Although the Asgardians are brave and martial, Friga has never shown anyone in military uniform. After all, she is the queen, and she is best at magic and does not need armor at all.

"Who are you?" Friga asked sternly at the woman who was very similar to her. Although she was very sure that this woman was created by the space where he was, she didn't know what tricks the space was going to play.

"Who am I?" The woman lowered her head and smiled slightly. The smile revealed a kind of evil charm. This expression never appeared on Friga's face. "Who am I, isn't this obvious?"

"You... are me..." Friga narrowed his eyes and turned around the woman. Although the woman's expression of speaking was very different from her, her voice was exactly the same as her. So she guessed, "Yes, you are me, but you should be my reflection, you are the other side of my heart."

"Well..." The woman turned around, and this action caused a sound of armor on her body. She pouted her mouth slightly and said, "This answer is very close. But I am not the other side of your heart, I am the embodiment of your obsession!"

"You have to save the obsessions of your subjects. In order to obtain redemption, your obsessions have created me. When you let go of these obsessions, I am born."

"Is that true..." Friga ignored this statement. "So, is there anything wrong with you appearing in front of me?"

"It's still the old question." The woman tilted her head and asked with a smile. "Have you really tried all the methods for redemption?"

"Since it's an old question, I'll give you an old answer." Friga shrugged his shoulders and replied without thinking, "I don't have the strength to stop this, and I can't change the direction of history. I'm just a queen. Are you satisfied?"

"I'm satisfied." The woman lowered her head slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Strength... Queen... This is the key to everything."

After saying that, the woman changed rapidly and turned into a ball of green substance. This thing looked like a surging flame, but it was a bit liquid. Friga looked at these things and his eyes suddenly became straight... She seemed to see the wings of hope.

"I am all your obsessions, I am your ambition that you desperately suppress, I am all your delusions, I have always been hidden in your heart." The green unknown substance said loudly in Friga's voice, "Now... I have tasted your essence!"

"This is so beautiful..." Friga slowly stretched out his hands towards the green substance. "This is so beautiful..." But when her hands were about to touch the mass of substance, the other party shrank back and avoided her hand.

Just when Friga was puzzled, the mass suddenly asked, "What the hell am I..."

"I... am the queen, no..." Friga murmured softly, but she suddenly raised her head and said with wide eyes wide open, "I am the queen!"
Chapter completed!