Apocalyptic Forecast

It's almost like seeing the scene of sacrifices in the Hell Church.

Terrible.

In the huge space behind the door, everything you can touch, the walls, ceiling, floor, there are countless traces of distortion smeared with blood...

Like the mural painted when he was crazy, and like the thing written by holding the last line of hope in despair...

But it is difficult to discern what was written.

All the handwriting has been distorted.

Only the laughter of auditory hallucinations lingered around, it was creepy.

Huai Shi held Hatshui tightly and looked around. Even though the detection equipment had found the presence of air outside, she still did not dare to take off the heavy defense.

Is all this an illusion or what?

He could not tell.

But what Garlandon said was really right-as the farthest location from the central engine and outflow layer, the Kingdom Gate was the safest place.

Everybody knows.

Including the alchemist on Helios.

Therefore, they chose to escape... escaped to the place farthest from the nightmare.

It's a pity that there are still nightmares on the verge of nightmares.

The ground is full of mess, as if a dozen beggars have lived here for a long time, old clothes, garbage and even excrement piles are everywhere.

There are corpses.

The dead body.

Huai Shi could only glance at it hastily and stopped looking.

Too weird, some have become dead bones, some are still lifelike, perfectly retaining every aspect of their dying appearance, and some simply have both. Some have become plant seedbeds, and some are completely petrified.

The only thing in common is the smile on the corners of the mouth on those distorted faces.

Smile from the heart.

It is as if those who empathize can understand their happiness.

But his eyes were cracked, scarlet all over, already shriveled, there were still traces of blood and tears, and the pain had already turned into substance overflowing.

There is no more joy in the world.

Long before death, unspeakable sorrows and joys tore the souls of these survivors.

Without exception, mad to death.

Huai Shi held hate water in her hand, provoked the precious materials and border relics on the ground, looked through them one by one, looking for the remaining clues, and when she looked around, she was puzzled from the bottom of her heart.

"Can't think so?"

He scratched his head through the helmet, "Could it be that someone on Helios organized a collective watch of "Beast Girl Zoo"?"

Or is it a two-season broadcast and you are not allowed to sleep until you finish watching it?

Is this too cruel?

Unfortunately, no one seems to understand the jokes used to adjust the atmosphere.

In the rigid atmosphere, everyone looked cold, full of alert and caution, took out all kinds of defense tools and relics, and carefully searched the surrounding situation.

But the few alchemists from the Shikegama Society seemed to be ignorant and ignorant machines, and witnessed such a scene without shaking in the slightest.

After the initial investigation, he quickly took off the standard flamethrower from his back, skillfully filled it with a block of melting element, and pulled the trigger toward the wreckage everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the turquoise tongue of fire sprayed out like a living thing, following the user's will, swimming slowly, burning everything in the way it went.

Decompose into the final dust.

Rachel reacted slowly, and was almost affected by the flames, and quickly threw down the border relic he had just picked up and hid away.

But he didn't dare to say anything, just cursed vaguely.

Soon, the Thai half **** and wreckage in the hall were burned out.

At this moment, the Russian Federation alchemist Valery, who was exploring the edge of the hall with a copper rod, suddenly exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.

"survivor!"

Valery shouted on the public channel: "There are survivors..."

Everyone's movements paused for a moment, and they all looked towards the hill where boxes were piled up.

Valery raised the copper staff in his hand and tapped the floor lightly. Suddenly, there was a dull sound from the ruins of the piled boxes in the distance.

Huai Shi is keenly aware of the process.

Just like his own utmost intention, it was to rely on material to transmit the impact force, pin the power of a siege hammer in a small knock, and transmit it to the distance, completely defeating that layer of sticky camouflage.

Then, everyone saw that rickety back.

The topless, skinny man was sitting in a tragic blood.

His hair has been violently torn out, and only a few slippery fish are still sticking to the swollen scalp. He is covered in stains and foul smell. It is not known how long he has not had a bath.

On his body, under his feet, and even around him, there are horror secret instruments smeared with layers of blood.

At this moment, he numbly tore the blood scabs on his body, his fingers dipped in dried blood, and he made up for the fading and peeling marks over and over again.

Muttered to himself.

She didn't notice the existence of the group of intruders around him.

Just chanting for himself, closing himself in the secret ritual.

What's more noticeable is the equipment he has almost covered.

Necklaces, jewellery, neck rings, earrings, as well as the blood-stained amulet on the belt, and even the various accessories wrapped in random tape on the body.

Huai Shi was almost blinded by the fluctuation of the source quality.

Resisting the urge to breathe in the air-conditioning, I suddenly wanted to **** him...

Those are all border relics!

That guy was covered with at least hundreds of border relics!

And they are not cheap goods produced in the assembly line of any workshop, but real boutiques made by the hard work of alchemists.

Among them, there are many treasures in the top 100 in the relic catalog.

With just a quick glance, Huai Shi identified a lot of good things that are priceless and marketless-blessing the blockade, stove coal crystal, Gaia knot, blood oath and blue eyes...

The precious relics that were supposed to be cherished and kept close to the body, or displayed in the heavily guarded window, are now densely hung on the body of a lunatic.

Are the people of Helios so rich?

But it can be clearly seen that there are several different styles, the ages are completely different, and the degree of use is also different.

The one-off Gaia knot is even more integrated into the blood of the alchemist, limited to the producer, and only effective within one month. Rebound the curse and bless the soul.

It is absolutely impossible to come from the same source...

Reminiscent of the mess around the corpses, it is not difficult to figure out the source of these things.

After a fierce battle, the last survivor survived.

But I'm afraid... it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Just as the other explorers watched around, the pendulum used for detection oscillated frantically, glowing with fluorescence, pointing to the back.

And he, still immersed in fanatical writing, clung to something tightly with his other hand, hiding it in his arms, like a baby.

He was chanting something intently and numbly.

The words were too vague, and Huai poems had never been studied, and they could only be distinguished from Sanskrit based on the scribbled Devanagari scripts on the ground, but nothing else was known.

Can only hear a few nouns piecemeal.

‘Indra’, ‘Yan Mo’, ‘Faluna’, ‘Suriye’...

That is the **** inherited from the Tianzhu lineage, calling for the power of the gods of the past to protect them, but they can't detect any mystery mantra at all. At best, they are just chanting.

In pious prayers, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, who can extend a helping hand to the survivors in desperate situations.

Who can rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.

But there was no response to the rescuers behind him.

Garlandeon's disciple polished the oil lamp again, but this time I don't know why, the fire light from it quickly went out.

It seems that there is no signal after moving away from the base station.

No suggestion.

For a while, everyone fell into a strange silence.

"It's no longer saved." Iz shrugged and shook his head. He took off his helmet indifferently and shook the ashes. "Which good-hearted person can give him a happy one." Update the fastest novel of Qiqi https://

With that, he looked at Huai Shi.

And Huai Shi is looking up at the Helios-style ceiling above his head.

Well, it is really different from the ceilings in other places, and there is a kind of grace and mystery that is different from other places in the ordinary. At first glance, it is no different from ordinary ceilings. The so-called fetish concealment is like this. Does it make sense? Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Anyway, I was shocked.

Although he plays less horror games, he has more clouds!

He is too familiar with this scene. In an inexplicable and weird scene, there is an inexplicable person with his back facing you doing something good, either crying or laughing, always as if he is looking at something interesting that attracts you to think Go to Kang Yikang.

what is this?

This is a plot kill!

This is the opening lightning strike!

Anyway, he never jumps in this pit. Whoever he loves will go. He can just throw his head and blood for the present situation. What life will he sell to the Shikama Society?

Seeing that Huai Shi was unmoved, even motionless, the other people glanced at each other.

Among them, Garlandon's disciple seemed to have said something, and one of them stepped forward and carefully erased the useless secret instruments on the ground. He raised his hand and shook in front of the prayer, without any response.

The pendulum and various detections also failed to detect anomalies.

Finally, the leader looked at Rachel and said something on the private channel, Rachel's expression suddenly became reluctant.

He went up cautiously, rolled the eyelids of that person, and checked the vital parts again, and came to the same conclusion as Izzy.

The source material is exhausted, the soul is broken, and it is hopeless.

However, at least let him play a little bit of residual heat.

Tell them what happened here...

Soon, his injection gun was raised, and the purple-cyan potion was injected into the prayer's neck, triggering an unexpected reaction.

The prayer of the prayer stopped abruptly, his eyes whitened violently, and his body twitched violently, causing Rachel to pour backwards, using his arms and legs to move back.

Until now, everyone has discovered that the survivor who was hugged tightly in his arms... turned out to be a clock?

That's right, I don't know what bumps and bumps I have experienced. The brass clocks that have long been covered with dents are now stained with blood stains and are still running.

Make a crisp sound.

Tick, tick, tick...

The hoarse moan remembered.

When the survivor woke up from the nightmare, and when the light came back, the first reaction to seeing the explorers was not a surprise, but a panic looking at the clock~www.ltnovel.com~ looking at its hour hand a little bit Moving towards the final scale, with only the last few minutes left, he let out a sharp neigh, lying on the ground, mumbling vaguely the names of the gods, trying to repair the secret instrument on the ground.

But it was too late.

Because those dried blood stains have already been wiped out.

In panic, he got up frantically and rushed towards the door with his arms and legs.

Regardless of the extreme cold vacuum outside...

One step, two steps, and then fell to the ground, squirming, exhausting the last source of substance.

It just died.

Huai Shi hasn't even had time to go to Sanlian.

People are gone.

In the dead silence, everyone looked at each other, only the sound of the clock running so clear, gradually amplified, became deafening, like a loud roar.

Resounded in everyone's ears.

At that moment, in this dead and empty space, within the Helios workshop, which was reduced to ruins, ushered in a meaningless time boundary.

——Midnight comes!

At that moment, the light from all directions disappeared instantly, replaced by indescribable darkness, engulfing everything.

The exclamation sounded one after another.

"...Fuck, which **** turned off the light?"

Huai Shi was stiff in place, feeling the silt-like chill emerging from his heart, spreading rapidly, bringing uncontrollable panic and unreasonable sadness.

Even the friendship puppy in her arms made a croaking sound.

Despair spread with the darkness, engulfing all voices.

Soon, in the public channel full of electric currents, only Rachel's choking was left.

In the dark, the pharmacist knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, hammering the floor feebly, and screaming:

"So, love will disappear right?"