Apocalyptic Forecast

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Soon, tenth, eleventh...

It was just a momentary astonishment. After Isamuren recovered, he and himself were the only ones left.

Endless coldness emerged from those dark eyes and swallowed everything.

She suddenly discovered that this mission might really be a mistake.

Now, she was sitting in the must-lost bet and couldn't find any solution.

For a moment, she even wanted to violate the restrictions of the death agreement and take the road.

He had never expected such an unfolding and result, and had never faced such a terrifying opponent...All the attacks could not even surprise him for a moment, and he maintained a palpable calm and contempt from beginning to end.

Step by step.

Towards the last enemy.

This may be the final task of the greedy ship.

Isa Muren closed his eyes.

When I opened it again, I had already put life and death aside——

At that moment, under the peony blooming on the long coat, a cruel skeleton appeared.

The flames of the burning of the source quality lighted up from her eyes, and the alchemy matrix implanted in the deepest part of the soul was activated, burning the source quality of all the dead and the living.

Immediately afterwards, the world reversed, as if everything in the world was rapidly shattering, rotating, and reorganizing, turning the surrounding dense fog into a blurred illusion, engulfing everything.

In a trance, it seemed that a figure with a crown and a light wheel rose from the cracks in the earth, showing a solemn posture from behind Isamuri.

At the cost of collecting souls, the ruler of the abyss lowers mighty power.

All the corpses on the ground were turned into ashes, but the pale ashes gathered in Isaki's hands, forming a weird curved blade sword and sickle.

"You really shouldn't be coveting that good bottle of wine..."

Isa Mulen whispered softly and slowly raised the sword and sickle in his hand: "Come on, Mr. "Haizhi", let me learn about the power of Prince Paradise!"

At that moment, the glow rose from the rising of the blade.

The sword of virtue screamed.

The world condensed by this illusion shook violently, and the fiery light spread to all directions.

The stern collision burst out along with the interlacing of the figures.

As soon as he passed by, Isa Muren's movements stiffened in place, and a small crack appeared on the sickle in his hand and his neck.

Then, as the bone sword in his hand collapsed, blood flowed from the wound.

She raised her finger with difficulty, stroking her throat, staring at the blood red on her fingertips, and couldn't help but smile: You can't even feel the pain, you are really gentle, you are so gentle...

Isaki fell to his knees.

As the last pillar collapsed, the secret instrument that maintained the blockade fell apart, and the mist quickly dissipated and evaporated.

The silent world disappeared without a trace.

Ruins, burning, rain, wailing, blood and fire, everything returned.

When I left, everything was silent, but now, in front of Huai Shi's eyes, the street has burned out, and only thick smoke is rising.

He returned to this painful world.

Behind Huaishi, Iza Mulian's lips opened and closed with difficulty, as if staring at someone who didn't exist and saying something, but could not hear the sound.

Only under her body, slowly spreading, in the blood, reflected a tender face.

Therefore, using this as a medium, the phantom that shouldn't exist here emerges before Huai Shi's eyes.

Standing in front of Huai Shi, we admired everything burning in front of him with him.

Huai Shi frowned.

Is that a...child?

With black hair, dark eyes, and fair skin, he looked like a Roman, staring at such a tragic sight, but there was an alienated and indifferent smile on his face.

Seems familiar.

The child who once had a fate in the general's mansion once again appeared in front of Huai Shi.

"Ah, you **** soil, you the remains of the most noble hero ever, forgive me for dealing with these butchers. May the disaster fall on the murderer who splashed such precious blood!"

The child strolled on the broken streets, as if he had come to his own stage, facing countless audiences, opened his hands, exaggeratedly reciting the immortal masterpiece from Shakespeare:

"One of your wounds are like many silent mouths. They opened their red lips and asked my tongue to appeal to the world for them; I now prophesy on these wounds—the curse will come on people’s limbs. ; The brutal and cruel civil strife will cause chaos everywhere here; bloodshed and destruction will become a temporary fashion, because people are used to killing, all compassion will be completely wiped out."

"Send a slaughter order to the world, let the bulldogs of war ravage everywhere!"

"For this evil crime, the earth will be filled with corpses moaning for burial..."

The long monologue ended in an impassioned rebuke, but no one offered applause.

Only Huai Shi looked at him coldly.

The kid looked back, looked at his face, and smiled still: "The ship of greed must be wiped out to send my meme to you... It's not easy to see you, Huai Shi."

Huai Shi was indifferent: "Sorry, I have no interest in playing with children."

"……child?"

The child was stunned for a moment, and his complexion immediately turned weird. I don't know whether it was stunned or admired. He couldn't help laughing and laughing: "I am a kid in your eyes? Huai Shi, you are such a freak!"

With his loud laughter, the phantom in front of Huaishi's eyes began to change continuously.

From a young man to a wicked and weird old man, a messenger who brings temptation like a devil, a fascinating and charming oiran, a mature and elegant middle-aged man, a girl in white clothes, a dying woman, a baby crying and crying in the baby .

They have different postures, but they are all black hair, dark eyes, fair complexion, and their smiles are always full of alienation.

In the end, the phantom shrank and countless images overlapped.

Turned into a young man with gorgeous appearance like a girl, wearing a black vest, breeches, white shirt, holding a delicate riding whip, stepping on the remains of the ruins, raising his head and smiling at Huai Shi.

"Introduce yourself, Huai Shi."

He bent over, stroking his chest and saluted: "According to the records kept by the predecessor, you can call me William Robert Woodman..."

The teenager smiled and introduced himself: "From the Golden Dawn-Woodman!"

From the dark eyes, the bright golden flame bursts out, and the beautiful face against it is magnificent and solemn, like a **** and Buddha, inviolable.

He is one of the three founders of Destroy Elements·Golden Dawn, the creator Woodman from the Land of Nothing!

In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

Look at him.

Imagining how he could logically take the furious Lord of the Flies out of his pocket and shoot him in the forehead.

"Don't be nervous, what remains here is just a phantom. Even if you taste something, you can't feel the deliciousness, even if you bathe in the rain, you can't feel the cold or warm. At best, it's just a video call..."

He glanced at Huaishi's pocket with a smile, as if he knew what he wanted to do, and shrugged slightly: "You don't have to take out Lord of the Flies to pollute your ears, right?"

In the silence, only the Lord of the Flies in Huaishi's backpack roared angrily: "Woodman, my grass--you--horse!!! How many years have you died, what kind of garlic are you keeping here?"

Woodman shrugged and turned a deaf ear. The twinkling phantom just looked at Huaishi's face, with a joyful expression: I have to say that our meeting is really an unexpected joy. I didn't expect to come here in order to harvest another result and I would meet you. ...Huai Shi, God knows how happy I was when I met you at the general's place. It's a pity that you haven't come to play with me. I have prepared a lot of gifts for you! "

Having said this, he slapped his head: "By the way, you did a good job in Twilight Land, Mathers has always praised you! Not only at the golden dawn, you are really a popular idol in the abyss now. ! How big the chaos caused by the sun-casters is, how loud your name is. Those workshop owners who hate you recently bit their handkerchiefs under the covers hahaha..."

With a smile, his expression became serious, and he asked solemnly and seriously: "Then, before starting the formal topic, what about the process?"

He paused, cleared his throat, stretched out his hand, and asked passionately and expectantly:

"——As a member of the Utopia once recognized by the Vientiane Celestial Sphere, Huai Shi, are you coming to our side?"

Huai Shi looked at him silently, passing through the phantom, looking at the painful world behind him.

"I am your enemy, Woodman."

He said: "Stop this kind of joke, okay, this has never changed."

"Hahaha, sure enough... isn't it time yet?"

Woodman smiled nonchalantly, strolled around, stood beside Huai Shi, and stared at the world shrouded in smoke and flames with him.

With a smile.

"First of all congratulations, Huai Shi, what you did is worthy of being a hero. It is commendable. Your struggle has successfully saved some people, and the arrival of this moment is probably delayed compared with the plan..."

He thought for a while and said: "About thirty minutes."

After exhausting everyone's efforts, only half an hour was gained.

After half an hour, all this was still in ruin after all.

"It's a pity that no matter whether it's waiting for death or standing up to resist, you can't change the result-war will only make destruction come faster."

Woodman said, "In some respects, your counterattack made this place destroyed even faster."

"Are you showing off your strength to me, Woodman?"

"You probably misunderstood something, Huai Shi."

Woodman's expression became weird: "It is Jidao who is besieging the inner circle of Danbo. It is the general who ordered them to be killed, and the emperor is indifferent to them. It is the Astronomical Society who is indifferent. Within the scope of the township, my body will be poisoned to death. I can’t blame me for everything because I saw you, right?"

He paused, his smile grew warmer, and there was no alienation: "At best, I just made some trivial suggestions. Look, Huai Shi, there is no fascination, no instigation, and no deception, just saying what they want. It’s just what they need to hear, and they will become sensible and outrageous..."

Bang!

Loud roar.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger, aimed at his face, pulled the trigger again, again, again, again. Until he emptied an entire magazine, the boy in front of him turned into a mess of mud.

The **** color flies, splashes everywhere, and slowly disappears.

Right in front of Huai Shi, the broken body had never fallen down, but he looked at the young man in pity, with a grimace on the broken head.

"It's too late, Huai Shi."

At that moment, the premonition of death fell from the sky, and an inexplicable brilliance lit up in the dark clouds that filled the sky. It was a big star. The burning steel star fell, tearing the clouds and heading towards the earth.

Falling, falling and falling.

That is... a missile!

Huai Shi raised her head, her eyes illuminated by the spark of destruction.

Three minutes ago, Edo, Yokota Air Force Base. The black-haired and dark-eyed Roman elder held his palms, smiling and staring at the commander as he pressed the launch button.

As a result, the earth shook, and flames surged.

From the silo, the steel star rose slowly towards the sky...

Now, falling from the sky.

In the whistling sound.

"Do you know how **** was created, Huai Shi?"

In the shrill scream, Woodman smiled and raised his hand, "Just a little bit of blood, a little bit of pain, a little bit of death, and most importantly, a little bit of despair."

Snapped!

Accompanied by the crisp snap of the fingers, the light of extinction fell from the sky.

In the roar of thousands of people singing chants in unison, cluster missiles split from the sky, giving birth to a disaster posture, and sown the seeds of death on the earth.

Suddenly swallowed everything in front of him.

There was a dramatic earthquake in Kyoto, and countless flames rose from the ground violently, convulsing like angry palms, reaching out to grab the sky.

Amidst the shaking of the earth, destruction finally reached its climax.

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Inside the dilapidated izakaya, Maki only heard a loud roar, and subconsciously pressed the proprietress and Tomoko under her body, and then the heavy plank collapsed under the impact of the air wave.

The world seemed to become dead in an instant.

No sound can be heard.

Only the ears kept chirping as if a small flying insect had entered.

She coughed hard, propped up her body, pushed her full strength, lifted the collapsed beams, and shouted: "Auntie Omi, Tomoko, are you all right? Tomoko! Tomoko!"

Behind her, Omi's face was pale, his face was covered with dust, and Tomoko was safe and sound in his arms.

Maki breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

But then I saw that the face of the lady boss changed, she was shouting something to herself, but the voice was too far away, she couldn't hear clearly.

Maki felt someone punched herself behind her back.

Swayed a bit.

When she lowered her head, she saw blood flowing from her chest.

"Huh? This is...how..."

She murmured blankly, collapsed to the ground, and turned her head back with difficulty, her blurred vision saw only a few heavily armed figures slowly approaching.

"A high-risk hybrid was found and shot and killed."

Recognizing the mixed features on her face, the young sergeant with a gun raised the weapon in his hand and aimed at her face.

"No, no, don't kill her!"

A horrified scream sounded, and in the ruins, Omi staggered to his feet, stood in front of the girl, and waved anxiously: "She is just a part-timer and knows nothing... She did not participate in the riot, I can testify, she has Protecting us...don't kill her...please...please!"

The young sergeant was stunned, looking at the tearful and embarrassed face, stiff in place.

But behind him, gunshots sounded.

"Don't waste time, B4, let's go!"

Next to the convoy, the captain put down his gun indifferently, turned and left.

Omi lowered his head with difficulty, and saw the blood on his chest falling to the ground.

In the long silence, Sophon looked at her sluggishly, as if he hadn't reacted, his lips moaned and made no sound, but when the cold blood spread to his feet, he finally understood what had happened.

"mom……"

Sophon suppressed and trembled, touching her cheek cautiously, and seeing that embarrassed face made a difficult smile.

"Unexpectedly, are you dying?"

She stared blankly at the gray sky, watching her daughter weeping, as if she didn't understand what was happening, but she seemed relieved.

It's finally over.

Obviously thought about it many times, but now it really came, but she started to feel sad, and when she saw her daughter cry, she started to regret again, why didn't she work hard.

Just like she has done all the time, bite her teeth and hold on, there will always be a turn for the better.

But this time, she felt she couldn't hold it anymore.

"It's really hard to live..." She coughed violently, trying to laugh, but couldn't help crying: "I'm sorry, Tomoko, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I want to say sorry to Fukatsu-kun, I want to say sorry to Mr. Takahashi, I want to comfort these children not to be afraid, and I want to say more.

She slowly closed her eyes, in a desperate cry.

Maki looked at all this blankly.

It feels that this world becomes strange again.

Do not understand.

There are too many things that are unclear in this world, and there are too many things that cannot be understood. After leaving Daoquan Township, the outside world seems to be so fickle forever, and she is not allowed to slowly read and understand.

Everything has become too cruel.

She hasn't even reacted yet...

"But why on earth?!"

Maki covered her face, choked, and yelled at those leaving backs: "Aren't you here to kill me? Why..."

She is obviously innocent!

Everyone obviously...

In the gloom, a little bright blood spread before her eyes.

Under the pain and suffocation, she bent down, trying to growl silently, but could not make a sound. The pain was brewing in the body, burning like a flame.

She slowly raised her head, and scarlet tears flowed from her eyes under the dark ghost horns.

"I want to... kill you..."

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The sound of crying sounded from afar.

Junxiong stood blankly in the scattered smoke and looked around, but the old man who had been leading him to escape was gone...

Something seemed to have fallen from the sky, and it landed far away, and then a lot of things disappeared. Together with Aunt Uchiyama, I can no longer see it.

But when he finally lowered his head, he saw the broken arm in the ruins.

There are still traces of the ring on his arm.

The ring has already been sold.

Aunt Uchiyama said that if you save a little more money, you can go to school...

But now, Aunt Uchiyama is gone.

He knelt on the ground with a trembling, holding up the broken hand, tears streaming down silently.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and someone came, but he didn't want to run away anymore.

It doesn't matter who it is.

Just kill me……

Only hopeless prayers are left.

But no one listened to this prayer, no one cared.

Just between this gloomy world, a constant roar of explosions emerged, and the sharp whine gradually dissipated.

The sky has fallen out of rain.

But the blood and tears on the ground still never stopped.

Now, the climax accompanied by the sorrow is gone.

Despair comes--

Along with the pain of countless people, the light from **** appeared above the arrogant earth.

"Extremely!"

In the darkness, he spread his six arms and danced in ecstasy: "The great day is here!"

From the top of his head, a purple-black halo slowly emerged, and the solemn and weird light flowed in all directions following the resonance between the marsh people.

Relying on these countless souls immersed in despair as the fulcrum, the ring of divinity that has become more and more rapidly expanded, spread, and instantly enveloped the entire Danbo inner circle.

Every desperate soul is integrated into the radiance of the **** of hell, allowing the abyss aura in the soul to diffuse, echoing the distant ‘blessed land’.

The sleeping **** of **** opened his eyes and looked at the distant reality.

Pain, blood, death, and despair.

Under the confluence of countless elements, the **** on earth was born!

——Hell·Tamba inner circle [depth 1]

In the Yingzhou branch of the administrative bureau, the sirens spread.

[Detection of the existing deepened area]

【Destroy Elements Detected · Rancher】

[Detected the fusion phenomenon of destruction elements -]

【——The purification sequence starts. 】

At that moment, in the surviving courtyard, the silent doomsday clock rang loudly, and the mighty bell awakened every pair of eyes in the "Border Prison Experimental Area".

The huge thing sleeping in the dark slowly awakened.

At the same time, from Eastern Xia, America, Egypt, Russia...the present, the border and even the deepest part of hell, countless people's eyes fell to Yingzhou through broadcasts, secret mirrors, miraculous markings, and exploration mirrors.

In the ivory tower, in the principal's office, Russell was smoking a cigarette silently, staring straight at the projection from the dragon flute, and tapping the table with his fingers anxiously.

wait.

.

.

The sound of rain was fine.

"I heard someone crying."

"Ok."

"There are still many people who have died."

"I know."

Under the light rain, the original photo turned around and looked at the flames in the inner circle of Danbo in the distance: "Sister Ye, are we really good to do this?"

In the front, Ye Xueya held an umbrella and looked back at the young boy who was falling behind him with pity in his eyes: "Original photo, I am sorry for what happened, but these have nothing to do with us.

We still have our own work to be done.

The first thing to become an adult is to learn not to pay for the mistakes of others. "

In the silence, Yuan Zhao's footsteps stopped in place.

"not like this."

He said, "It shouldn't be this way."

The teenager looked at Ye Xueya's eyes and told her seriously: "They are not wrong, they just have no choice."

In the silence, Ye Xueya's eyebrows slowly raised, as if he had reacquainted with the kid in front of him, looked at his eyebrows, and carefully examined.

The original photo seems to have exhausted all courage.

He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze.

"Sister Ye, I must have something wrong." He murmured in a sense of loss. "I used to like Miss Huaizhi to the death, but now I can't even remember her looks. I used to hate that group of mixed breeds. No, but now there is no way to sit and watch them die..."

Sometimes, men will encounter some things, and then they will be stupid, do some irrational things, and ignore themselves.

But a man will encounter such a thing once in his life.

The second grandfather once said to him: If a man is not smart, it doesn't matter if he is stupid for a lifetime, but you always have to know what you are doing.

Some things cannot be done, but some things, once done, even if it is dead, it is not a pity.

But the old man didn't say too much detail. He was just drunk, wiping the sharp blade of the gun, and the corner of his mouth was always smiling when he recalled the past.

You will know when you meet, the original photo. When the time comes, you should play.

Should not stand still.

"I think, now my time should be here..."

The teenager raised his head and said goodbye to Ye Xueya: "I'm sorry, Sister Ye."

He said: "I'm going to be a hero."

The young man said goodbye, stepping back step by step, stretched out his hand from the thin rain, and pulled out the trident fork in the void, amidst the rain, the dragon's horse neighed.

The giant horse under the tiger and leopard costume trampled on its iron hooves and broke through the rain.

An impatient call was sent to him.

In the brief silence, Ye Xueya was not angry or disappointed, but laughed softly.

Under the umbrella, the woman happily flicked the ash in her hand.

"Original photo—"

She waved her wish: "You must be successful!"

"of course!"

The teenager on horseback raised his head ~www.ltnovel.com~ and responded naturally.

Tighten the reins, turn the horse, and gallop towards the burning sky ahead.

The storm is coming, and there is cold rain. The lungs were trembling, and the heart was contracting, but when the blood was rushing, it was so hot, and it was also humming with the soul, like cheering.

"Let's go, Lu!"

From the gallop, the silver-cast cold armor appeared on the boy's body, and the red long tassels were floating in the wind, fierce as fire.

With the neigh of the giant horse, the dragon yin spread to all directions, rolling the wind and rain, making the light rain all over the sky reverse and merge into the hurricane that was gradually set off.

Original photo, rush!

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