Apocalyptic Forecast

As everyone stared dumbly, the mighty Changhong formed by the source torrent completely penetrated Dagon's body, and then broke into the border.

Then, using this as a springboard, pointed to ...

Blessed Land? !

In a flash, Changhong turned into a bridge, and by virtue of the connection between Dagon and the rancher, he forcibly opened up the coordinates of Fuletu, and then built a avenue.

Since the beginning of the war, those who have waited for sublimation have emerged from the bridge. Numerous figures have been flying over this bridge of Changhong and rushed towards the happy land at the end of Changhong.

The raid begins!

At this moment, more than just this area of ​​water, the struggle between the Jingjing Min and the Social Security Bureau has started in various coastal cities.

But even if the upper hand of occupation still cannot solve any problems.

Passive defense can only passively wait for the enemy to move.

——Push into the happy land!

"Okay, I should go now."

The little girl known as Bai Dizi dumped the water off her body, raised her arms to raise the pigeons that had fallen from the sky, and waved handsomely to Yan Qingge: "I will go back!"

Having said that, Changhong leaned back towards Changhong and disappeared among the many figures.

"Don't get lost!"

Yan Qingge yelled at the probe anxiously, wondering if she heard it.

In the current situation, she could not know where she ran to in a messy place in time and space. She jumped forward for several hours. To such a degree that she had lost her way could already be said to be terribly crying.

But before she got lost a little bit better, she could not make a big deal of delay, if she got lost in Zhifule soil, it would be really over!

But she shouldn't be offline to that extent ... right?

In Xinhai, the roar has come to an end.

At the location of the Longma Building, there is now only a ruin. In the ruins, I do n’t know how many foreign bodies on the border are thrown into the dust and dirt.

Blood of various colors is mixed in one place, exuding a foul smell.

Finally, the remaining fanatics seemed to have abandoned their hope of breaking through, and under the guidance of the old priest, prayed enthusiastically in front of the huge bronze mirror that was broken.

Regardless of the repressive forces approaching behind him step by step.

The noisy prayer sounded louder.

Until the gunshots sounded.

The priest standing in front of the bronze mirror fell to the sky, and a blood mouth was pierced through his chest, and blood spewed from his mouth.

Chief Fu changed his face with a blank expression and kicked away the screaming fanatic. He looked down at the twisted face, and even though he was dying, his lips remained open and he prayed hard.

Director Fu sneered, "Are you still counting on your sacred **** to miracle?"

"Miracle ... everywhere ..."

"What a coincidence."

Chief Fu said indifferently, "I also have a miracle to give you here, and it's the 125 caliber kind."

Behind him, the sound of steel crushing cement sounded. In the rumbling noise, the huge tank drove into the ruins. The muzzle of the black hole was slowly turned, aiming at this group of remaining neuropathy.

Director Fu turned indifferently and waved his hand, "Send me these **** to heaven!"

"You will ... regret ... for what you did ..."

In the pool of blood, the priest's face became distorted and resentful. "Soon, you will see with your own eyes the power of the Holy Spirit ..."

boom!

After the gunfire, nothing was lost.

"It's finally over."

Director Fu touched his pocket, took out his cigarette case, and a version of the nicotine patch. After thinking about it, he threw the nicotine patch aside and touched the cigarette case:

"Forget it, celebrate, just one, just one ..."

Just when he lighted the cigarette comfortably and lifted his head to spit out a smoke, he saw a dark mist rising gradually in the distant sky dome.

northeast.

He was stunned for a while, and calculated the distance subconsciously: It seemed ... to be in the same position as the special service?

In his consternation, smoke after smoke rose from the earth like a dark pillar. Even though the strong wind was difficult to blow off, it was supported between the sky and the earth, and the whole city was stepped into it step by step.

Ai Qing, who was beside him, looked up at the sky with his head up, "Is this a ritual?"

They heard the screams from behind.

A large amount of smoke gushed out from that broken bronze mirror, and the terrible concentration of the abyss precipitated the people around them into a strange look in an instant.

Before the smoke could spread, the gunshots sounded from Ai Qing, sweeping the bronze mirror into pieces. But soon, countless scattered pieces of copper gathered again out of thin air, and thick smoke rose again.

The alienated people seemed to be pulled by the smoke, screamed and swallowed into the bronze mirror.

At that moment, a dagger came out of Ai Qing's hand, and a golden glow burst out of the air, leaving straight traces, and straightly nailed into the aggregated bronze mirror In it, the endless light contained in the dagger is poured into it, illuminating those fragmented worlds and **** scenes like hell.

As if the sun appeared out of thin air.

The border relics that once hit Faust suddenly shattered at this moment, and then, the light condensed into substance arbitrarily refracted and collided in those broken mirror circles that gathered together, and finally gathered together and burst and burst.

The violent earthquake of the copper mirror suspended in mid-air swayed, turned into a burning red, quickly melted, and the copper juice dripped like rain, and then immediately fell apart.

At the last moment, the inhuman angry hissing sounded from it, as if the banquet that had been eaten freely was interrupted.

A huge eerie palm was forced out from it, making the surrounding scenes crack like a broken mirror. In a twinkling spiral, all this disappeared like an illusion.

When Director Fu responded, he looked at him subconsciously.

But beside him, the wheelchair was empty.

Ai Qing above has disappeared without a trace.

With two other sublimators.

Half an hour ago, the Special Affairs Department was on the second basement floor and was in prison.

With the light of the summoning animation lit up on the phone screen, the ferocious music sounded.

"Ssr! Ssr! Ssr!"

Huai Shi stared at the screen with wide eyes and shouted expectantly.

That's right, Huai Shi also got his mobile phone.

Not only connected to the ifi here, but also lying on the bed like my own home to play mobile games all day and night, and when I was rich, I became brave. After thinking all night, I stomped my teeth and rushed into the game. !

For the first time in his life, he became a monthly card user.

Not to mention others, he felt that he was instantly honored, and it was different from before. Now watching free players are like the **** who seems to accompany himself to study.

After floating for a long time and finally calming down, it was an exciting draw.

The inventory accumulated during this period of time, the twenty stones sent by the monthly card every day are added together, and it can happen to be ten. Stepping on the last few minutes of the end of Baidizi Kachi, Huai Shi resolutely pressed the button for ten extractions.

Then in the constant flash of light ...

The smile gradually disappeared.

With the extraction again and again, the last hope disappeared in the blue sky and white clouds in Africa.

"Why is this so?"

He was paralyzed on the bed weakly, and as the countdown ended, he said goodbye to Miss Bai Dizi in Ka Chi forever, and even choked.

You are the only card I want jpg

In the fat man crying, he suddenly heard the footsteps from the steps.

The serious-looking prison guard walked downstairs with two gun guards, and walked straight to the next door of Huai Shi ...

"Qi Yuan, leave!"

The strange prison guard knocked the balustrade with a baton and urged loudly.

Huai Shi lying in bed looked up in amazement and looked at them.

Frowning.

From those two guards and prison guards, he smelled familiar.

Bloody smell.

"Isn't Lao Li on duty today?"

He asked casually, but he didn't get an answer. Instead, he felt Morin's murderous intention in the throat, on the two guards with guns.

He froze for a moment, sighed, and set aside his phone.

"I originally wanted to sit in prison in peace."

When the cell phone whirled in mid-air, the teenager paralyzed on the bed had bounced off the broken bed board, avoiding the hot bullets that followed.

Immediately afterwards, the burning palm threw an invisible axe at the guard from the air.

The axe blade broke through the air and chopped directly on the palm of the trigger. Then, the gray-black rope extended and rolled around the barrel ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ suddenly pulled back.

Huai Shi landed, caught the submachine gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger towards the guard with his hands empty.

The head burst.

Immediately afterwards, he squeezed his palm tightly, intensifying the ashes ... but no thick smoke appeared.

He was embarrassed to find that the past days were calm and comfortable, he should sleep and eat, and he could play mobile games every day in the prison, it was really difficult to accumulate negative energy.

Unknowingly, this machine of negative energy has been wiped out by the peaceful prison life ...

Fatty life is so horrible!

He could only avoid the aiming and shooting of another guard in disbelief. He threw the rope hurriedly. The rope flew out like a snake and wrapped around the guard by himself. In an instant, he tied him into dumplings.

Huaixi took out his axe, struggling to cut the railing, kicked a piece of railing under the roar of metal collision, and barely squeezed out of the cage to look at the cell next to it.

Fearing that in just a few seconds, Qi Yuan would be killed.

Predictably, the blood did not happen.

After opening the prison door, the originally majestic prison guard is now prostrately prostrating at Qi Yuan's feet, his hands raised high, and he presented a dark wine.

"You came?"

Qi Yuan looked up at him, but his face was completely different from Huai Shi's imagination, and he was so thin that only one pair of eyes was covered with bloodshot eyes, as if struggling from a nightmare for a long time.

"Alright, can send me."

Holding a small hip flask in his hand, he grinned at Huai Shi, raised his head, and drank.

Unable to stop Huai Shi, he unconsciously reached out and wanted to pull the rope to pull the hip flask back, and he felt a terrible wave swept over.

It seemed that a bomb exploded from Qi Yuan's body.

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