Apocalypse Forecast

In that moment, the raging wind howled by.

The hand hanging high in the sky slowly lifted and aimed at Xin Hai City in the distance, where the lights were bright. The fingers slowly clenched, as if grabbing onto something invisible.

With a forceful tug!

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A sharp screech erupted from the void, as if countless glass shards were being scraped together, creating a maddening roar that spread out and shook the heavens and earth.

As if pulling out a wedge that had fixed the sky and earth, a white shadow fell under a street lamp in the suburbs of Xin Hai City at that moment.

"Finally caught up!"

The white dove slowly folded its wings and landed on the slender arm of the girl.

She was sweating profusely, as if she had just finished running a marathon. Her tight sports t-shirt and night running pants were soaked through and stuck to her well-proportioned body, but unfortunately, no one was lucky enough to witness it.

She sighed and looked at the hand floating in the air dozens of kilometers away, shaking her head helplessly.

Under the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come to life as she slowly raised her hands, as if pulling out two invisible weapons, and slashed forward.

Silence fell.

For a moment, the distant rumbling, the chirping of insects, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the rushing river, the rising fire, and the solid ground all came to a standstill, as if frozen by an invisible force.

In the next moment, a faint trace extended from under her feet, straight ahead, crossing 23.411 kilometers with millimeter precision.

Destruction came precisely.

The hand in the sky split apart from the center, falling to both sides. Then, it was cut in half, and then in quarters, and then into eight pieces.

The cruel and precise geometric growth continued until the end of human observation.

Finally, the shattered source material exploded and turned into flames that consumed everything. It all ended with this sword strike that was so fast that no action could describe it.

"I hope there won't be too many victims."

She sighed sadly and heard the sound of her phone ringing in her pocket.

"Hello? I'm on my way! I got lost just now, really lost... There must be something wrong with your airdrop! I'll be there in five minutes, I'm on the way... Oh, I'm almost there..."

The girl and the dove disappeared.

...

"Heaven and Earth's Might, Freedom of Divine Power..."

When the hand of the Wind Disaster Beast shattered, the face of the person wearing the red gloves turned pale, and a voice squeezed out from between his teeth:

"White Emperor's Child!"

Crack!

The sound of shattering suddenly appeared on his face.

The shattered traces spread, and in an instant, as if countless random knives were slashing, half of his body turned into a bloody mess. The invisible swords continued to tear his body apart until the pendant on his neck emitted a mournful cry—the blank doll with no face shattered into dust.

The blank doll replaced him and endured the aftermath of White Emperor's Child's sword strike.

Even the last bit of "radiation" leaked out, causing him unbearable pain.

Even the physical manifestation of his soul in the laughing fish tank in his hand had a brutal crack, and one of the fish had already turned over, while the other was barely alive, shaking and not likely to live for much longer."Damn it, those monsters..."

The man in the red gloves suddenly bent over and vomited blood, hearing the heavy footsteps in the distance - the army had begun to move - a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he took out the detonator from his pocket and pressed it down hard.

The plastic explosives set up around the church lit up the final countdown, so that the last traces would be completely erased after fifteen seconds.

It didn't matter if he failed, as long as the reincarnation cauldron was still there...

He turned around and reached out to the pulpit, but both his hand and his sinister smile stiffened in one place - the pulpit was empty!

Gone!

The reincarnation cauldron was gone!

The box had disappeared without a trace!

He angrily flipped over the pulpit, but found nothing. He roared hoarsely twice, and as the sound of approaching footsteps drew near, he crazily tore apart the entire pulpit, still finding nothing.

When the remaining door of the church was suddenly smashed open and the suppression troops rushed in, all they saw was a man with eyes red like a mad dog standing on the platform.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva and contemptuously gestured a middle finger at the soldiers, "Eat shit, you bunch of astronomical walking corpses!"

He threw out a playing card.

The playing card suddenly folded in mid-air, pulling his body along with it. Then, he folded the card again and again. In an instant, he turned into a tiny dot and was sucked into a deep cave, disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, the flames of destruction engulfed everything.

...

The feeling of losing too much blood was not actually painful.

He couldn't even feel the pain.

He was just tired, with no strength left in his body, lazily, as if nothing was important... he wanted to sleep, to rest, to end this damn life.

Closing his eyes, he peacefully accepted the long torment that would come after. Death was coming.

After experiencing so many deaths, so many different kinds of deaths, Huai Shi finally realized that he had come to his own end.

It wasn't scary, nor painful, and he didn't even feel any regret.

He was just tired and confused.

In a daze, he felt someone pushing his body, struggling to hold a stick and push forward, bit by bit, like a snail pushing a stone.

He was flipped over and lay on a torn carpet, being pulled and dragged somewhere.

He smelled the burning smell, heard the sound of shattering, and the hoarse groans, as if the whole world was being destroyed.

Water droplets fell on Huai Shi's face.

There was the smell of blood.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the unconscious Liu Dongli beside him, and in front of him, the old man crawling and struggling with the carpet.

The man with a lame leg pushed forward with all his might, ramming open a door and turning back.

His face seemed to have already shattered, half of it unchanged, dead white like a corpse, while the other half twitched violently, along with half of his body.

It was as if half of him had already died, and only half of him was struggling desperately, but there was no cure.

Seeing Huai Shi's dazed eyes, he avoided his gaze and laboriously rolled up the carpet, wrapping him and Liu Dongli together, and rolled forward.

"I'm sorry... I have to save her... Huai Shi, only I can save her... I'm sorry..."He whispered hoarsely, like an apology, but didn't expect a response, just talking to himself: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The sound of a phone rang out, the loudspeaker of the knock-off phone singing some love song happily, shouting "husband, husband" and such, but no one answered.

"I'm sorry..."

Blood fell on Huai Shi's face, with the warmth of tears.

He was pushed into the darkness behind the door, rolling down the long steps and falling into the cellar full of debris and pickling jars.

In the violent rolling and falling, Huai Shi saw Yang's face for the last time.

He leaned against the door frame, looking at the boy, the twitching corners of his mouth pulling up an awkward angle, as if laughing, holding the still vibrating phone in his hand, waving to him.

As if saying goodbye.

Huai Shi opened his mouth, wanting to call out to him, but couldn't make a sound.

The door was closed.

In the darkness, the deafening explosion came from afar, and the terrifying flames and high temperature swept through the entire church, turning everything into ashes.

Huai Shi closed his eyes.

Death embraced him.

...

"Someone asked me to pass a message to everyone..."

The stiff and rigid man was trapped in the chair, twitching nervously, the goldfish in his eyes swimming lifelessly.

"He said... he said... he said..."

His expression suddenly became insane, revealing a grimace.

"Green Day will eventually illuminate the world."

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the sudden sound of gunfire, his head exploded, but the gunfire did not stop. After emptying a clip, he replaced it with a new one and continued to pull the trigger.

Until the thing on the chair turned into a pile of flesh.

A broken goldfish jumped out of the empty skull and was shot into a smelly sauce by the bullets, quickly dehydrating into a pile of powder.

"Did you catch him?"

Ai Qing threw away the gun in her hand expressionlessly, looking up at the middle-aged man's expression, no longer concealing her displeasure: "There's no need to say it, he escaped, right? We've been holding on for so long, did we just do it for nothing?"

"He had a border relic that could perform short-range teleportation on him, and we've sealed off the area around the New Sea..."

"What about the survivor?"

Ai Qing wasn't interested in listening to him continue.

"...still searching."

"Then keep looking."

Ai Qing withdrew her gaze. "Dig three feet if you have to, until you find the body."

No one objected.

When midnight arrived, news came from the ruins of the collapsed church, "Liu Dongli and Huai Shi have been found!"

Outside the ruins, Ai Qing was still sitting in her wheelchair, her expression calm: "What's the situation?"

"Liu Dongli is still alive, seriously injured, as for Huai Shi..."

The reporter paused for a moment, his expression hesitant:

"Still in surgery."

In the makeshift operating room, chaos had broken out, and Ai Qing waited outside quietly, listening to the noisy sounds inside.

"Is there breathing? Is there any left?"

"No, the pulse is about to disappear, inject quickly..."

"No, the heartbeat is irregular, it's about to be gone... Where's the defibrillator? Give me the defibrillator!"

"One, two, three!"

Bang!

"One, two, three!"

Bang!

...

After a long time, there was no more sound inside. The doctor who had been trying to save him walked out, took off his mask, and looked regretful: "I'm sorry, we were too late..."Ai Qing nodded without speaking, letting those people pass by her.

Soon, Ai Qing finally saw Huai Shi.

Like he was sleeping, the young man lay on the operating table, the bullet hole on his chest pale, and there was no blood flowing out.

Hollow eyes looked at the overhead shadowless lamp.

The last heartbeat stopped.

Ai Qing was silent, lowered her eyes, and clenched her hand on the armrest, revealing a pale color. After a long time, she calmly said, "Then... let's follow the procedure."

She turned the wheelchair and wanted to leave.

But then, the wheelchair stopped abruptly.

She seemed to hear something.