Apocalyptic Forecast

　　　　 "Long time no see, Michelle, are you here to beg me for mercy?"

　　 The indifferent voice asked, full of gratitude: "I still remember your unsightly ugly attitude in the Academy four years ago, as if you can become a great master if you cry."

　　 On the bridge, there was sudden silence.

　　 Everyone did not speak, and subconsciously lowered the voice of action when passing by, and tiptoedly avoided the place around Michelle.

　　 Because the terrifying cold like the polar region is spreading from this man. Even if his face is expressionless, he can still feel the anger and hideousness restrained in his heart.

　　 There are cracks in the helmet that he was holding in his hands.

　　 He suddenly wanted to ask the man opposite, how did you manage to be schizophrenic to such a degree that you haven't died?

　　 Compared with the salted fish that was so negative just now, although after taking the medicine, I can finally understand people, but it becomes even more annoying...

　　 I can’t help but want to stuff him into the cannon, launch it to the bottom of the trench in one breath, and even throw it out of Pluto in one breath may be considered a contribution to the present situation.

　　 He gritted his teeth, and squeezed a voice from his teeth:

　　 "Mikhail, you are as disgusting as ever."

　　 "But I liked you very much at one time. I remember that you led me to get started, didn't you?"

In the sound of the electric current, the great master sneered indifferently: "You are the one who releases kindness without authorization, and you are the one who engages in resentment without authorization. You don't understand from the beginning to the end. The result has nothing to do with what you did. You have never just...no It's up to your own discretion."

　　 dead silence.

　　 A string seems to be broken.

　　 Under the vicious evaluation from the great master, Michelle's restraint and composure were finally torn to pieces.

　　 For a moment, the man's face turned pale.

　　 Immediately, calm again.

　　 just responded indifferently: "But Galina finally chose me."

　　 "……"

　　 The silence came suddenly.

　　 Long, long, and long.

　　 is long enough to make people suspect that the other party is disconnected.

　　 But Michelle looked cheerful gradually, showing a smile, cheerful and mocking, very happy.

　　 "Do I need to repeat it again?"

　　 He said softly, "After you were still obsessed with writing essays on the wedding anniversary that she had meticulously prepared for months, Galina chose me."

　　 In the long silence, as if bathed in a soft melody, he spread his arms, twisted his body, and smiled at the man on the other side of the communication:

　　 "Mikhail, I was the one who won in the end, it was me!"

　　 "……"

　　 The silence continued, but at that moment, it seemed that the real winter had come.

　　 The horrible killing intent that made bone marrow freeze suddenly came here.

　　 Accompanied by invisible electrical signals, the killing intent extracted from countless disasters and miracles unexpectedly descended here, turning into a curse condensed into substance, ravaging every soul with anger.

　　 But Michelle tilted her head comfortably as if bathing in the spring breeze and lit the cigarette in the corner of her mouth.

　　 Take a deep breath in comfort.

　　 took a long breath.

　　 Enjoying the victory he won, he finally raised his eyes, "I think next, we can start talking."

　　 "There is nothing to talk about."

　　The Grand Master finally made a sound, the harsh sound of steel friction that became more and more inhuman: "Take your war dogs and your Ivy League, get out of my hell.

　　 Michel, if there is any fellowship between us, then there is only this. "

　　 "Hell is hell, but not yours."

　　 Michelle coldly retorted: "Besides, landmark exploration was the first thing we completed."

　　 "Rely on the leaker? Come on." Grand Master sneered: "You came to tell me this?"

　　 "I'm just here to determine if you are sane."

　　Michelle emphasized: "The fight must be kept within limits."

　　 "Are you afraid? Go back to your cradle if you are afraid." The great master asked contemptuously, "Will the person who broke the line first be afraid of the escalation of war?"

　　 "American pedigree doesn't mind, but what about the ivory tower?"

"The ivory tower doesn’t care. If you are daring enough, you can start a total war and come up with a new world declaration. It’s okay. I can take the full authority on behalf of the ivory tower. The war between the two can be started, and it can even be endless!"

　　 "Do you think the Astronomical Society can indulge you so much?"

　　 Michel crushed the cigarette in his hand with a gloomy expression: "Be sober, Mikhail, this is not the era of the ideal country. When your uncle and aunt are in charge, you have to learn to lower your head obediently."

　　 "I don't need a crying **** to teach me the truth. When you become a great master, come and say this to me, alternate!"

　　 "Ha, the Grand Master is really amazing, how great it would be to have such courage when you signed the divorce agreement..."

"When the Ishigama Society announced the candidate for the Grand Master, why didn't you have the courage to accept it? Is your crappy achievement qualified to be judged, don't you know in your heart? Do you think it was me who was the cause of it, haha, I I abstained from voting, and all the remaining members voted against it, losers, go back and practice for forty years and come again!"

　　……

　　……

　　 On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the people in charge huddled behind, trying not to interfere with this annual alchemy large-scale tearing scene. The chief officer and the captain looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

　　 It seems impossible to expect them to come up with some results.

　　 Just in the dispute not far away, the communications director waved to the secretary, asked him to come over, and put a microphone into the secretary's hand.

　　 "A call from the other side," the communications director said.

　　 The old clerical officer understood, picked up the microphone, and said in an unblemished and authentic Roman accent: "This is the clerical officer of the iron crystal seat, Simmons Jiang."

　　 responded to him with the same polite voice.

　　 "This is Pan Delong, the director of the Ivy League theater group." The old man at the other end said: "It seems that the leaders of both of us are temporarily unable to fulfill their responsibilities."

　　 The chief of affairs raised his eyes and glanced at the Grand Master who was tearing in the air, and raised his brows helplessly: "I'm afraid it is."

　　 "I think we need to talk."

"I think so too."

　　 "Then—" After a brief period of indulgence, Pan Delong suggested: "In order to avoid greater losses, I propose that our struggle stay within the limits, how about?"

　　 The chief of affairs nodded, but was not in a hurry to promise, just asking: "Good idea, but where is the scope?"

"The way to stop the escalation of the war is to use all the power in the **** here to decide the victory or defeat? Whatever the case, the two sides will not deliberately destroy the town of twilight, give preferential treatment to prisoners of war and not abuse prohibited relics... It's a routine, I don't think I need to repeat it."

　　 The chief of affairs was unmoved, and asked again: "What about the restrictions on admission for both parties?"

　　Pan Delong was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "The Great Master and the Creator shall not directly intervene, and shall not use authoritarian relics and miracles to engrave, while the subliers... are limited to the fifth level."

　　 is still a clause with a lot of articles to do, making the chief secretary smile: "Why don't it be better, what about the fourth level? Wouldn't it be more convenient? Don't worry about causing too much damage, right?"

　　 "Isn't this too good for your side?" Pan Delong laughed, "I have personally experienced the methods of the judge, so forget it?"

　　 "Look at what you said."

　　 A single shot failed, the chief secretary stabbed again and asked: "Isn't your biological weapon very convenient?"

　　Pan Delong retorted without hesitation: "If the technology is restricted, the 4th nano-sequence of the Ivory Tower may not be in compliance with the rules, right?"

　　 "I have the advantage now, and the terms are stronger. Isn't it right for us?" The chief secretary asked calmly, "Who would play an absolutely fair game?"

　　 "If the advantage is worthy of the sub-control center, I am afraid that your advantage will not last long." Pan Delong's words seem to be pointed.

　　 The chief of affairs calmly responded: "Since you have such sufficient confidence, it may be difficult for us to reach a consensus."

　　 "But there is still plenty of time, isn't it?"

　　Pan Delong’s tone became complicated: “Before the leaders above are finished arguing, they always have to come up with a framework.”

　　 The chief of affairs raised his eyes, glanced at the great master who had already started to pick up the opposite student and only washed his underwear once, and couldn't help sighing.

　　 "Yes, I think we still have a long time to talk slowly."

　　 The long night, just passed.

　　In all kinds of meanings, I have words all night.

　　.

　　.

　　 Fortunately, before the next day arrived, the chief secretary and Pan Delong finally reached a general idea.

　　 Although it can only be approximate.

　　 It doesn’t make sense to talk in detail. If the two sides are really restrained in this fight, it is enough to talk about this level. If it is really shameless and entangled, it will be useless to talk more.

　　 And the annual tearing drama of the alchemist circle also came to an end.

　　 Michelle lost.

　　 His throat became hoarse first.

　　 speechless.

　　 When the man in armor boarded the bridge and nodded to him, he hung up the communication and ignored the great master on the other end.

　　 "Did you succeed?" Michelle asked.

　　 "According to the map you gave, we found a total of 16 places tonight, and found another sub-control center in the second place, but there was no trace in the rest."

　　 The person covered in armor handed over the report: "In a few hours, after the preliminary preparations are completed, you can explore."

　　 "Very good."

　　Michelle squeezed her throat, her expression gloomy.

　　 Although he had made a mistake in hitting Huanglong directly, he was at least successful.

　　 After the colonel made a mistake, Pan Delong immediately made up for it and changed the priority.

Taking advantage of this short night, the Ivy League mobilized all its personnel to carry out a large-scale search in **** under the curse. After a huge price, it finally found another one among the sixteen suspect locations. Sub-control center.

　　 At least let the two sides stand on the same starting line again.

　　 Otherwise, he would never want to see Mikhail again.

　　 It's a pity that I'm still one step behind.

　　 Just before dawn, the sound of hundreds of flapping wing planes flapping their wings sounded in the darkest time of the night.

　　 The hurricane howled.

　　 At the end of the sky, under the shining of countless searchlights, the giant cube suspended between hundreds of ropes reveals its own appearance.

　　 The sub-control center buried underground has been pulled up in just one night~www.ltnovel.com~ and then under the guidance of the navigator, it moved closer to the iron crystal seat.

　　 They did it on purpose.

　　 is showing off his spoils to the losers.

　　Michelle narrowed his eyes.

　　Unexpectedly, the mercenary who has always been shrouded in armor, seemingly indifferent to everything, raised his eyes, walked a few steps forward, and looked under the giant cube.

　　 The huge truck navigating ahead.

　　 "What's wrong?" Michelle asked hoarsely.

　　 "Nothing, just met an acquaintance."

　　The company captain of Nightmare Eye replied calmly, his fingers tightened and loosened on the weapon at his waist, and for a long time, he withdrew his gaze: "A little bit of old grievances, it's not worth mentioning."

　　 He said: "We should go now."

　　Michelle nodded, turned and left.

　　 In the sky, the huge ship that had hovered for a night indifferently turned its direction and disappeared into the distance.

　　The war came to an end again.

　　 But it does not mean the beginning of peace.

　　 is only a short gap before the next war.

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