Apocalyptic Forecast

　　　　 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 in her.

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

　　 Now, she was sitting before the must-lost gambling game and could not find any solution.

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

　　 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 forward.

　　 towards the last enemy.

　　 This may be the last mission of the greedy ship.

　　Isa Muren closed his eyes.

When 　　 opened it again, he had already put life and death aside--

　　 At that instant, under the peonies 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 seems that a huge figure with a crown and a light wheel rises from the cracks in the earth, showing a solemn posture from behind Isakiren.

　　 At the price 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.

　　 "I really shouldn't have coveted that good bottle of wine..."

　　Isa Muren whispered softly, and slowly raised the sword and sickle in his hand: "Come on, Mr. "Haizhi", let me learn about the prince of 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, and the hot light spread to all directions.

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

　　 The moment I passed by, Isa Muren's movements stiffened in place, and a thin crack appeared on the sickle in his hand and the neck.

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

　　 She raised her finger with difficulty, stroked her throat, stared at the blood red on her fingertips, couldn't help but laughed: 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 is back.

　　 Everything was silent when I left, but now, in front of Huaishi's eyes, the street has burned out, only thick smoke billowing.

　　 He returned to this painful world.

　　 Behind Huai Shi, Isa Mulen's lips opened and closed with difficulty, as if staring at someone who didn't exist and saying something, but no sound was heard.

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

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

　　 stood in front of Huai Shi, and watched everything burning in front of him with him.

　　 Huaishi frowned.

　　 Is that a... kid?

　　 has black hair, dark eyes, and fair skin, like a Roman, staring at such a tragic sight, but with an alienated and indifferent smile on his face.

　　 Seems to have known each other.

　　 The child who once had a relationship at 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 to deal 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, and exaggeratedly recited the immortal masterpiece from Shakespeare:

"One of your wounds, like many silent mouths, opened their red lips and asked my tongue to appeal to the world for them; I now prophesy on these wounds-curses will fall on people's limbs The brutal and cruel civil turmoil will cause chaos everywhere here; bloodshed and destruction will become a temporary fashion, and people will be accustomed to killing, and all compassion will be completely wiped out."

　　 "Send the order of massacre to the world, and let the bulldogs of war ravage everywhere!"

　　 "For this wicked 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's cold eyes looked.

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

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

"……child?"

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

　　 Along with his 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 crying baby in a swaddle .

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

　　 Eventually, 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 boy 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, and the creator of Nothingness, Woodman!

　　 In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

　　 looked at him.

　　 imagined how he could logically take the furious Lord of the Flies out of his pocket, and then 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 been dead? What kind of garlic are you keeping here?"

Woodman shrugged and turned a deaf ear. The twinkling phantom just looked at Huai Shi’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 meet you. ...Huai Shi, God knows how happy I was when I met you at the general's. It's a pity that you haven't come to play with me, but I have prepared a lot of gifts for you! "

Having said that, 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..."

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

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

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

　　 Huaishi 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.

　　 is full of smiles.

　　 "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 to the plan..."

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

　　 After all the efforts of everyone, only half an hour in exchange.

　　 After half an hour, all of this is still in destruction after all.

　　 "Unfortunately, no matter whether you are waiting to die 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 faster."

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

　　 "You probably misunderstood something, Huai Shi."

Woodman's expression became weird: "It was Jidao who was besieging the inner circle of Danbo. It was the general who ordered them to be killed. It was the emperor who was indifferent to it. Within the scope of a country, 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..."

　　嘭!

　　 Loud roar.

　　 Huaishi 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 then slowly disappears.

　　 Right in front of Huaishi's eyes, the broken body never fell down, but 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 all over the sky. It was a big star. The burning steel star fell, tearing the clouds and facing the earth.

　　 Falling, falling and falling.

　　 That is... a missile!

　　 Huaishi 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 as the commander pressed the launch button.

　　 Then, the earth shook, and flames burst.

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

　　 now, falling from the sky.

　　 in the whistling sound.

　　 "Do you know how **** was created, Huaishi?"

　　 In the screaming 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!

　　 Along with the crisp snapping fingers, the light of extinction fell from the sky.

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

　　 swallowed everything in front of him in an instant.

　　 Kyoto was violent, and countless flames rose from the ground violently, convulsing like angry palms, reaching out to the sky.

　　 Amidst the shaking of the mountains, 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 board collapsed under the impact of the air wave.

　　 The world seemed to become dead in an instant.

　　 Can't hear any sound.

　　 Only the ears seemed to have gotten some small flying insects, and kept humming.

　　 She coughed hard, propped up her body, pushed forward with all her 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, and she was shouting something to herself, but the voice was too far away, and she couldn't hear her 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 muttered blankly, collapsed to the ground, turned her head hard, her blurred vision saw only a few heavily armed figures slowly approaching.

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

　　 Discerning the hybrid features on her face, the young sergeant with a gun raised the weapon in his hand and aimed her 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's just a part-timer and doesn't know anything... She didn't participate in the riots. I can testify. 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 blankly, as if he hadn't reacted, his lips were pursing, and he couldn't make a sound, but when the cold blood spread to his feet, he finally understood what had happened.

　　 "Mom..."

　　 Tomoko suppressed and trembled, touching her cheek cautiously, and squeezing out a smile on the embarrassed face.

　　 "Even so, are you going to die?"

　　 She stared blankly at the gray sky, watching her daughter crying, as if she didn't understand what had happened, but she seemed relieved.

　　 is finally over.

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

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

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

　　 "It's hard to live..." She coughed violently, trying to laugh, but couldn't help crying: "Sorry, Tomoko, sorry, 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 closed her eyes slowly, in a desperate cry.

　　 Zhenxi looked at all this blankly.

　　 I feel that this world becomes strange again.

　　 can't understand.

　　 There are too many things that I don’t understand in this world, and there are too many things I don’t understand. 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 his face, choked, and yelled at those leaving backs: "Aren't you here to kill me? Why..."

　　 She is obviously innocent!

　　Everyone obviously...

　　 In the dimness, 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 under the dark ghost horns, scarlet tears flowed from her eyes.

　　 "I want to... kill you..."

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　　 The sound of crying sounded in the distance.

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

　　 Something seems to have fallen from the sky. It landed far away, and then a lot of things disappeared. Together with Aunt Uchiyama, I can’t see it again.

　　 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, if you save a little more money, you can go to school...

　　 But now, Aunt Uchiyama is gone.

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

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

　　 Anyone is fine.

Just kill me……

　　 only left, hopeless prayers.

　　 But no one listens to this prayer, no one cares.

　　 Just between this gloomy world, there are constant explosive roars, and the sharp wailing gradually dissipates.

　　 The sky has already fallen rain.

　　 The blood and tears on the ground still never stopped.

　　 Now, the climax accompanied by the scream disappears.

　　 Despair falls——

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

　　 "It's over!"

　　 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 more and more divine circle quickly expanded, spread, and instantly enveloped the entire Danbo inner circle.

　　 Every desperate soul is immersed in 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]

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

　　【Detection of the deepened area of ​​the current scene】

　　【Destroy Elements Detected·Rancher】

　　【The fusion phenomenon of destruction elements detected——】

　　【——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 wakes up.

　　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 imprints, and exploration mirrors.

　　 Ivory Tower, in the principal’s office, Russell smoked a cigarette in silence, staring straight at the projection from the dragon flute, and tapping the table top with his fingers anxiously.

　　 wait.

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　　 The sound of rain is 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 front, Ye Xueya held an umbrella and looked back at the boy who was falling behind him, with pity in his eyes: "Original photo, I am sorry for what happened, but this has nothing to do with us.

　　 We still have our own work to complete.

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

　　 In the silence, the footsteps of the original photo stopped in place.

"not like this."

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

　　 The boy 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 met the kid in front of him again, looked at his eyebrows, and looked carefully.

　　 The original photo seems to have exhausted all courage.

　　 lowered her 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 death, but now I can't even remember her appearance. I used to hate the mixed hatred 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 such a thing will happen to a man once in a lifetime.

　　 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.

　　 There are certain things that cannot be done, but there are certain things, once done, even if it is dead, it is not a pity.

　　 But the old man didn't say too much in detail, he just wiped the sharp blade of the gun in his drunkenness, and the corners of his mouth were always smiling when he recalled the past.

　　 I'll know when I meet you, the original photo. When the time comes, you should play.

　　 should not stand in place.

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

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

　　He said: "I'm going to be a hero."

　　 Young and young said goodbye, step by step back~www.ltnovel.com~ From the thin rain, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the trident fork in the void. In the rain, the dragon and horse neighed.

　　 The giant horse under the tiger and leopard costume trampled on the iron hoof and burst out of the rain.

　　 called out an impatient call to him.

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

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

　　 "Original photo——"

　　 She waved her hand and wished: "You must be successful!"

"of course!"

　　 The boy on horseback raised his head and responded naturally.

　　 tightened the reins, turned the horse, and galloped toward 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 mingling with the soul, like cheering.

　　 "Let's go, Lu!"

　　 From the gallop, the silver-cast cold armor has emerged from the young man's body, and the red long ribbons are floating in the wind, fierce as fire.

　　The dragon chant spreads in all directions with the neigh of the giant horse, rolling the wind and rain, making the light rain all over the sky reversal and blending into the hurricane that is gradually set off.

　　Original photo, charge!

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