Apocalypse Forecast

Huai Shi's vision went black.

He couldn't see anything in the pitch-black darkness that surged out from his chest like a tsunami.

It was like mixing strong acid and strong alkali together, throwing a huge block of ice into boiling steel, or throwing a chicken into a wolf's den.

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In short, it was chaos, like playing a game of idioms.

Huai Shi coughed violently, spewing out dark mist and sparks from his nose and mouth.

In the moment when the three Liberators' Dust was inserted into his chest, it disintegrated and released a brilliant light. Then, the darkness that had been lurking there seemed to be provoked and collided with the light, creating an indescribable impact.

Huai Shi could feel the Holy Mark, which now spread throughout his body like nerves and blood vessels, violently trembling. Stimulated by the Liberators' Dust, it unleashed unexpected power that Huai Shi had never anticipated.

Then, it forcefully took control of all his organs.

A black river surged through his body, replacing the flow of blood. The flames of calamity flickered within, covering the transmission of neural signals. The surging darkness permeated every inch of his body, engulfing his earthly form.

In an instant, the card named Huai Shi was forcibly flipped, and the boy was hidden in the darkness, replaced by a sleeping soul.

He couldn't feel body temperature, heartbeat, or the expansion and contraction of his lungs during breathing.

In front of his chest, the originally cup-sized dark crack instantly doubled in size, surging with vortex-like flames.

With the tremors of the lava vortex, immense power spread to his limbs and bones through the pulsation of the dark river.

The terrifying deaths accumulated from countless records finally underwent a qualitative change with the Holy Mark's quantitative transformation.

He truly became inhuman.

He became a Yin Soul!

He burned, bathed in the tangible flames.

As his palm swept across the axe, a layer of black lightning lit up on the blade. With Huai Shi's swing, it whipped through the air, leaving traces of frost.

Gone were the original warmth and radiance, replaced by the icy coldness of death and the quiet thunder like darkness.

Under the influence of the increasing concentration of the Dust of Calamity in Huai Shi's blood, the fusion of Heart Poison and Thunder formed a new qualitative change.

What was this?

In astonishment, Huai Shi looked at his unfamiliar body. He was no longer a machine that generated negative energy, but he had become an engine that generated negative energy?

Anyway, it was a good thing.

Feeling the surging and fervor of power that erupted like a nuclear reaction after the collision of the Dust of Calamity and the Liberators' Dust, Huai Shi grinned, immersed in this unprecedented abundance and fanaticism.

Looking at Qi Wen's gaze, he became even more delighted.

"Take my move, Primordial - Heaven and Earth Creation!!!"

Ignoring the fact that he didn't have the copyright and that Primordial - Heaven and Earth Creation wasn't the premise of this kind of thing, Huai Shi roared and rushed forward, leaping and slashing!

Boom!

The lightning exploded, and the dark current vented.

As the furious axe fell, the dark lightning on the blade burst forth, carrying Huai Shi's seven years of anger and killing intent, spreading forward.

In an instant, a seam opened on Qi Wen's contorted body, almost cutting him in half from head to toe.

Wherever it passed, there was a fierce blackened mark, leaving no trace of recovery. The desolation of devastation and the frost of death descended upon this muddy body.

The black blood wailed, evaporated by the dark lightning.

Qi Wen roared, and countless limbs entangled in a chaotic mess, but in the next moment, from the spreading iron-gray mist, the burning demon grinned, raised his arms, and spread his axe and sacrificial knife like wings.

In the next moment, countless lightning burst forth, crisscrossing in the air as Huai Shi swung his arms, leaving brutal marks.

The Twin Blade Technique, which had been completely altered and was no longer recognizable, had reached an almost invisible speed. In this almost storm-like slashing, Qi Wen's contorted body convulsed in pain, and his twisted face was completely shattered.

In an instant, Huai Shi crossed Qi Wen and rushed into the battle, the axe blade aimed at Qi Yuan's back.

Dark lightning and black blood collided, thunder erupted, leaving a brutal gap on the back of Qi Yuan's head.

"What the hell!"

He turned his head in astonishment, staring at the burning Huai Shi, and angrily waved his hand. The black blood boiled, and a giant hand grew out of the swirling black blood, slamming Huai Shi away.

"Hello, I'm the Crying Dog Head. Today, we won't talk about sadness, nor will we play Chopin..."

Huai Shi twisted his neck and slowly approached again. "Let's talk about the unpaid wages!"

Today, I, Huai Shi, will make you know that no one can owe money to Huaihai Road's Little Peppa Pig and run away!

No one!"Get lost!" Rijian Huopo was furious, "The head is mine!"

"Bullshit, you're trying to steal someone else's kill with empty words!" Huai Shi ignored her protest, once again swung his axe and jumped up: "Let me tell you, I've got this kill!"

Bang!

Black blood erupted.

The black blood wrapped around Qi Yuan suddenly grew, countless eyes grew out of it, opening and closing with the flow of fresh blood, indifferently staring at them.

"It seems, I really have been... underestimated."

The terrifying shadow of the headless neck rose again, the blood-weeping neck suddenly straightened, bursting out a mournful scream from the void.

The sharp scream almost tore the air apart, carrying layers of blood-colored ripples, rushing in all directions, where it passed, all living things withered.

Except for Huai Shi.

In a sense, after drinking the black blood of Jiufeng, Qi Yuan was no longer a person, but a part of Jiufeng.

Now, there are ten altars in the subway line, including here, to aid Jiufeng's transformation. Jiufeng also uses the black blood to bestow his power on these devout followers, to protect his vulnerable stage during transformation.

As a newly baptized person, Qi Yuan received the only headless one of Jiufeng's nine heads, which is the origin of Jiufeng's title 'Ghost Car'.

Legend has it that its cry has the power to absorb souls, and all ordinary people will have their Source Material extracted the moment they hear this cry, becoming food for Jiufeng.

Even Sublimators find it hard to resist such a terrifying impact and absorption.

In the blood-colored ripples, Huai Shi only felt a wave of darkness before his eyes, and the fire of Source Material burning on his body was actually absorbed by the cry, being pulled towards the direction where Qi Yuan was.

Qi Yuan snorted coldly, reaching out to seize this power from Huai Shi, but his smile didn't last long before his face turned greenish-black.

The massive despair carried by the heart poison from death and the ashes burned his palm like fire, instantly turning his arm into charcoal.

Huai Shi could only laugh.

The Holy Mark of the soul was originally an auxiliary type, he was afraid that others would not dare to take it, there was never a time when he dared not give it.

Swallowing his Source Material at this time, what's the difference from taking poison directly?

Even if Jiufeng can withstand this poison from death, it doesn't mean that you, a faucet that has taken someone else's water pipe, can mess around.

What shocked Qi Yuan even more was that the power and attributes wrapped in the fire of Source Material were actually the archnemesis of the black blood.

It's too ironic, the power possessed by the ranch owner representing the factor of destruction is life, but the person who came to fight Qi Yuan represents death.

Isn't something wrong here?

He waved his hand vigorously, relying on a large amount of black blood to forcibly drown the flames, the charred palm grew back, and the look in his eyes towards Huai Shi was no longer disdainful, but full of caution and killing intent.

But before he could act, there was a whistling wind behind him.

The naginata slashed down!

In the hands of Rijian Huopo, the weapon that constantly changes between the rib and the naginata is simply devastating, it is obvious that she is proficient in it, whether it is a small sword, a katana or an exaggerated length of wild sword, or a two-handed weapon naginata, the switch between them is seamless, the posture is perfect, even Huai Shi can't find any flaws with his own combat skills.

After a hard fight with that scream just now, she seemed to have suffered no impact at all.

As soon as the blood-colored waves rolled in, a layer of light lit up on the protective charm around her waist, a pentagram flashed behind her and disappeared, enveloping her.

And the fierce Prajna face actually directly swallowed the Source Material impact wrapped in the scream. Including the strange weapon in her hand, there are already three border relics!

And the string of Buddhist beads on her wrist and the boots that can borrow force in the air every time she stomps hard are not ordinary items.

How is this woman so rich!

I need to find a way to get close to this rich... No!

Huai Shi subconsciously slapped his own face, he was corrupted by Liu Dongli, I have more than ten million at home now, why do I need to cling to a rich woman, let's grab this kill first!

Whether it's telepathy or the dirty routines in the world are always the same, these two people have never met, but at this moment they seem to have some tacit understanding in their cooperation. Anyway, one person is attracting firepower from the front, and the other is looking for opportunities to stab in the back.

They take turns backstabbing, and somehow they have the upper hand.

Even with the power bestowed by Jiufeng, Qi Yuan has never encountered such a close combat lunatic, and there are two of them, it's simply double the disgust.

For a while, he was a bit flustered.

After violently repelling the slash of the naginata, the eyes on Qi Yuan's back saw the burning boy rushing over, the axe in his hand slashing down with thunder.

Immediately after, in the boiling black blood, two arms suddenly grew out, actually gripping the falling axe.

Stuck in place.

And in the suppression, the ghost in the flame slowly hooked the corner of his mouth, and said softly through the axe: "I say Ah Yuan, although you look very embarrassed when you're angry, but you really look like a noob when you fight..."

Boom!

Jiufeng's furious scream erupted.