Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

Waiting for dusk.

In silence, the three men looked at each other in the front cab, frowning.

Huai Shi probed, through the window, he could see the decadent scene in the dilapidated station outside, as well as the sunlight falling from the crack in the canopy.

It is not clear whether the sunlight here is a natural phenomenon or the reflection of the present situation in the abyss, or what terrifying miracle and disaster.

But generally speaking, this should be the most blazing moment of noon sun.

If there really is a day-night cycle here, dusk may still have a long time to come. But the question is-why wait for dusk?

And why is there no one in the built station?

After Andrea pondered for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Is there a response to our signal?"

"There is too much clutter, and the source quality signal here decays too fast, and conventional communication methods are not available. Moreover, the branch hospital has been in a silent state of communication for a long time, and may not respond to us."

Raymond said: "We can only wait."

In other words, after leaving the ivory tower, their support team came to hell, but strangely lost contact with the branch named Tiejingzuo.

It seems that when I traveled a long distance, I found that the door was closed tightly, and I couldn't live in the guest house with a letter of introduction.

I can't reach anyone if I want to make a phone call.

I can only feel the strange gazes around me on the empty street, and then I realize that I don't know anything about the local area.

"Is it possible that something went wrong with the iron crystal seat?"

Huai Shi estimated the degree of dust and decadence outside the window, and felt that at least one or two months had been left unattended, and she couldn't help but be vigilant.

For the worst, the iron crystal seat may be good before they go out, and the iron crystal seat will be gone after they get there...

But for such a big thing, the school will not let them continue to jump into the pit.

Even if Russell desperately wanted to arrange a death for Huai Shi, he wouldn't have tied so many people on his back. Compared with this, he was willing to believe that they encountered an unknown undercurrent when they dived, and they accidentally crossed the time to come several years later.

In hell, everything possible and impossible can happen.

It's just a matter of chance.

After silently recalling the abyss survival manual that Lucien gave him, Huai Shi was still at a loss. In many cases, no matter how many ways to deal with it, it is actually useless. When facing the status quo, always make it. Decided.

Otherwise, you can only stand still and wait to die.

Maybe I'm waiting here. A kun came from the sky and opened his mouth to gnaw at the station.

This is just the easiest way to die.

In the unknown strange hell, no one knows whether the actions they make will call deeper disasters.

Sometimes you can only take the lesser of the two evils, and try to drink less of the bad wine when you are about to die of thirst.

"Close the carriage, install the overhead armor, and give priority to maintaining the operation of the depth balancer."

The leader Andrea raised her head and made the first decision: "I remember Raymond brought your car with you?"

"Support vehicles, you also need drivers in hell." Raymond pinched his cigarette and asked, "Should all the students go up? The instruments are all stuffed in, so it's a bit crowded."

"It's okay to be more spacious than the coffin, don't worry about that much, just do it." Andrea said: "Stay outside, and help at critical times may not be too messy."

"Should we wait?"

Huai Shi asked, taking a look at the stone stele lastly: "Is it possible that it is the trick of the Ivy League? Or is it...we went to the wrong place?"

"Sneaking in the abyss requires the dual guidance and identification of the current lighthouse and the destination beacon. The Ivy League may possibly interfere with the operation of the lighthouse, but before being determined to be sent to the Yellow Pages by the Astronomical Society, I would never dare to have such a key place. Any action. Besides, with their technical ability, they want to crack and imitate the beacon of the ivory tower... it is still three hundred years ago."

Andrea glanced at the stele one last time and told him: “It’s not wrong to have the master’s handwriting on the stele. If it weren’t for him, I’m afraid the stele and surrounding signs won’t be left behind. Don’t worry about its authenticity.

Before we entered hell, we had already sent the arrival signal from the outside. As a volunteer who does not know the specific situation, it is better to follow the instructions of the great master. "

Grandmaster, the highest honor awarded by the Shikama Society after alchemy reached its peak.

But generally speaking, after arriving at this level, there are still two things to say about whether the Torishikama Society will be. It's as if the creators never cared about awards that scholars would look red with.

No one cares about trivial compliments.

And now there is only eleven great masters in the world, and there is only one in the ivory tower. That was the fire-forger who led the construction of the world’s largest edge crystal furnace 31 years ago. The highest person in charge of this **** zone, the direct owner and builder of the iron crystal seat-Mikhail. Ivanovich Zaitsev.

In the frontier relics catalog, more than 400 alchemy formulas are derived from his theories and inspirations. Now, the "Summary of Crystallized Matter Melting", which cannot be bypassed by all the research on the origin, comes from his hands. And this thing is just a draft he casually wrote when he was 29 when he was waiting for his ex-wife to put on makeup...

Huai Shi’s alchemy has not even entered the field of research 40 years ago.

Such a giant makes them wait here, then they have to wait.

Wait until the sky is broken and the earth is cracked.

I have to say that even though the situation is so weird and complicated nowadays, after hearing the name of the Grand Master from Andrea, Huai Shi still breathed a sigh of relief.

It is equivalent to a horror game with ten dead and no life.

Do not get out of the car, pull down the curtains, maintain the indoor temperature, and maintain the lighting.

Then...wait for dusk.

Soon, layers of armor emerged from the car body with the deep sound, overlapping and expanding, directly wrapping the entire train in it, like an iron turtle.

The slender train shrank by almost a third of its length.

All the students followed the instructions and went to the warehouse and got into Raymond's car.

Armor cuts off the inside and outside, Raymond’s truck adds another layer of protection, and the depth balancer maintains the depth of the vehicle and resists the erosion of the abyss.

Under the protection of the triple matryoshka, Huai Shi and their three leaders will never have an accident before they die.

The next step is to wait patiently.

They sat in front of the monitor, staring at the decaying station outside. Even with the great master's prompt, it is inevitable that my heart is still heavy, and I dare not relax at all, let alone chat.

But the more I waited, the more Huaishi felt...something was wrong.

time.

He lowered his head and took out his phone to check the time on it. If he remembers correctly, five hours have passed since they came here.

The sunlight outside has not changed in any way.

There was no attenuation at all.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was shocked: There are always problems with day and night in this place... I am afraid there is no way to apply the 24-hour system here, maybe the existence of extreme day and night is also possible.

Three or four months of day and six months of night.

Only a few days are left for dusk.

Just as he raised his head to speak, his body suddenly stiffened in place, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move, only the surging premonition of death sprang up from his spine, freezing him.

In the monitoring display directly opposite him, a dull face had already appeared at some point.

It is like a bloated face after drowning, without any features or expressions.

Only one right eye, which is almost abnormally large, occupies one third of the face. The dripping drops of water drip down the hair sticking to the forehead.

It's as if you can see Huai Shi behind the monitor.

Through the camera and the monitor, I looked straight over. Huai Shi's face gradually appeared in the pupils without any glamour.

It saw itself.

In the silence, Huai Shi looked back calmly.

In his hands, the sharp steel crystals rapidly multiplied, rubbing against each other, bursting out sparks, and a low voice that was so sharp as to growl.

In the gaze of that one eye~www.ltnovel.com~ Huai Shi pressed the sword, motionless. But the muscles under the skin rippled slightly like running water.

It seems that the bowstrings are gradually tightening.

A pain of itching and cracking emerged from his face, stared at by that eye, as the skin peeled off every inch, the muscles underneath seemed to come to life, detached from the Achilles tendon, dancing slowly, stroking His cheeks.

The chill is approaching inch by inch.

Huai Shi held his breath.

The blue veins in the hand holding the sword collapsed.

In the silence of self-death, his eyes never blinked, the sword of virtue roared angrily, but it couldn’t stop the dead gray from spreading on Huaishi’s skin.

A burst of ice-cold sensation emerged from his lungs, as if being thrown into a frozen river, and a viscous liquid with crushed ice and blood flowing out of his mouth and nose.

On the display screen, the sluggish face lifted slightly, and the corners of the mouth slowly conjured up a stiff arc.

It seemed to smile.

It was at that moment that hot light leaped out of thin air from the narrow cockpit.

It seems that the scorching sun suddenly descended here.

Huai Shi violently moved forward and took a step forward.

In the thin body, the silent young man's life stigmata was suddenly shaken, and a miracle of disaster from the abyss was unfolded in the mighty rushing Origin.

After a long period of savings, the sword's edge roared, and thunder burst from the tremor. Above the sharp blade, there was a blazing light that could not be seen directly.

The silence was shattered by this thrilling low note.

With the transcription of the performance method, the prologue of the "Fifth Symphony" was unveiled.

Just like the knock on the door suddenly heard in the long night.

It is destiny, and destiny is knocking at the door.

With Huai Shi's arms swinging, the voice of fate burst out here.

The blazing light flashed away!