Apocalyptic Forecast

It sounds like the sky is drumming.

The dull loud noise spread out from the thundercloud above him, and then the desert was shocked, and countless gravel rose from the ground, dancing unsteadily.

In the sultry heat, the stars and moonlight were quickly covered by thunderclouds.

The terrifying thunder and light continued to emerge from the endless black clouds that were slowly depressed.

When the first drop of cold rain water saturated with radiation dust fell from the sky, Huai Shi finally heard the high-pitched sound that seemed to tear the whole world.

got windy.

At first, it was a kind of slow and huge push as if viscous glue was flowing, but then, with the crazy climb of the wind speed, the city debris suspended in the sky in front of Huai Shi shook wildly like a wind chime.

The rusty steel rubbed, sparks burst, and a sharp hiss was heard in the dull, loud noise of the cracked building.

Under the wind, the whole ruin seemed to be lost in the drum washing machine in an instant, and the madness twitched.

Countless crushed stones flew out of it, fell from the sky, and fell on the dancing yellow sand.

Hit the place where Huai Shi had just stopped.

At this moment, the poem Huai, as early as the moment of the sharp corner of the crow, finally reflected, carrying the package without hesitation, and ran away.

Like a headless fly.

He turned his back to the screaming wind and tried his best. Despite the tiredness accumulated after a long trek, he turned into a phantom and jumped between the yellow sands.

The violent wind swept from behind him, with the suffocating wind pressure, almost lifted the whole of Huai Shi.

Immediately afterwards, the glare flashed over the dark sky.

Huai Shi's scalp suddenly numb.

A stern electric light fell from the sky, straightly slicing on the sand dune beside Huai Shi, in the spreading electrostatic field, countless charred gravel and viscous liquid silicide spilled all around.

Immediately after that, he could not help taking off.

Because there was a big stone scraped from some place and whistling past his back.

It looks like a cannonball.

Dashi tore the backpack instantly, then smashed the gas stove, and then crushed the shrunken tent and debris.

After completely turning the backpack into wreckage, it roared away.

As long as Huai Shi's life is halfway.

In the air, Huai Shi's eyes were black and he vomited blood madly.

The whole person fell on the ground like a rag doll, too late to pant, and then got up and ran forward.

Fortunately, he had stuffed the important things in the saddle bag and did not take them out, otherwise this time he was absolutely dead.

And while he was running desperately, the Geiger counter began to emit a sharp warning beep.

Among the black clouds that covered the entire sky, endless rain fell immediately afterwards, instantly covering everything you could see.

The thick rain curtain enveloped the radiation and rolled wildly in the storm.

From time to time, it was torn and penetrated by boulders flying from afar.

The thick water vapor was almost breathless for Huai Shi, and what was more terrifying was that he found the desert beneath his feet quickly and muddy, making it difficult to travel.

He was about to walk.

Thunder and thunder quickly split from the clouds, like a blade falling from the sky, tearing everything like a broken bamboo, and fleetingly illuminate the world that will be drowned.

It also illuminates the end of the desert, that row ... like the mighty flood that swept like a black high wall!

The world roars!

The calf is over.

Huai Shi's face was pale, and this time I'm afraid it will be really cool.

"Bag! Your saddle bag!" Crow drilled out of his collar and shouted loudly: "You use your own equipment, foolish!"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, immediately ecstatic, and looked down at the saddle bag around his waist.

——The survival rucksack of the wise man!

Isn't there another crucial opportunity that I haven't used!

Instead of grabbing this straw quickly, he forced himself to calm down and start thinking.

What is the thing he needs most today?

Certainly not an umbrella!

It is an escape prop that can quickly take yourself away from here, can make you escape faster, and will not be caught in the flood!

When the situation was cleared, Huai Shi reached out and dived into the inner pocket of the saddle bag and grabbed a grip: "It's you, Pikachu!"

The next moment, as he pulled out his palm, a thing compressed into a long thin pocket was pulled out of the saddle bag.

It seemed like a small backpack, but in addition to a few fixed straps, there were two handles connected by ropes, which made him confused.

But there was no time for him to hesitate.

He felt the earth trembling madly, the muddy desert beneath his feet had begun to tremble, and the vast floods in the distance raged and raged all the way, about to swallow everything.

Use your fastest speed to hang the new backpack on your body and fasten all the safety ropes.

Then, struggling to pull the two handles.

A loud bang.

With the explosion of the gunpowder in the compressed backpack, the heavy objects shrunk in it were ejected in an instant, and they expanded and expanded wildly in the gale.

In a flash, he quickly rose above Huai Shi's head.

The huge umbrella surface was filled by the strong wind, and it quickly rose into the sky.

As if pulling a radish, he pulled Huai Shi from the ground and rushed into the sky involuntarily.

By the time Huai Shi responded, he had reached an altitude of hundreds of meters above the ground.

A heavy black cloud is just above his head.

It's almost within reach.

Huaishi held his breath subconsciously, and felt a thunderous tree falling from his side to the ground frantically, and then, in the storm, the roar of roaring spread.

The flood came from afar, drowning his original location completely.

The tsunami-like flood entrusted incredible power, and easily crushed the ruins of the city below into smashes, engulfed the anomalous area, and spread vigorously.

Above the rolling turbidity, Huai Shi in the storm was completely breathless.

It was the emergency rescue equipment removed from the saddle bag, a paraglider, that pulled him to the sky at the last minute.

Now, with the gust of wind, he felt like a leaf in the wind, tumbling in power. Under the scouring of the torrential rain, it continued to descend and was lifted up by the storm again.

Thick thunder sounded one after another in the ear.

He grappled the two grips and manipulated the direction of the paraglider so that he would not be hit by the thunder, or smashed into the mud by something ghost falling from the sky.

Under the reflection of the Mirror of Nothingness, everything is vividly visible, and all the dangerous signs are marked by the spectacle of fire, allowing him to evade calmly.

It didn't take long for him to master the skills of paragliding.

Just pay attention to avoid thunder.

The storm will push him to soar through the sky, avoiding the torrents and crises rushing on the ground.

After the fear and later fear gradually subsides, the novelty brought by flying is replaced.

Even if he felt only gliding at the moment, he still couldn't help being drunk in it, feeling the turbulent storm holding himself up and flying between Lei Yun and Ze Guo under his feet.

Whenever he felt the harbinger of being covered by static electricity in the clouds, or the reminder of the hunch of death, he immediately rubbed out an iron bar and tried to throw it away, moving the target of lightning strike away from him.

He even has time in the sky to overlook the horror of this natural disaster.

The whole world is engulfed in endless rainstorms and floods.

The radiation from the bay area echoed between this barren world.

Everything seemed to be thrown into a small box and shaken endlessly. The sky and the earth are spinning and trembling, venting the violent anger that has accumulated for a long time.

And Huaishi is like a flying bug, trembling and hiding between the world and the world, to avoid becoming a target of this tyrannical catharsis.

But then, he hadn't had time to breathe out.

I saw a desperate sight in the distance.

That's where countless storms go ...

In the gap between the narrow torrent and the black cloud, a thick giant pillar slowly rose from the earth's torrent. Then, the black cloud twisted and formed a vortex, which was slowly depressed.

In the end, the two formed a huge tornado that engulfed everything from the attraction of the wind tunnel, radiating a fierce thunder to the surroundings.

A majestic and solemn gesture descended between heaven and earth, pulling Vientiane to fall into his belly, and brought total destruction to everything.

"Fuck you, why !!!"

Huai Shi couldn't resist the urge to cry, and screamed under the paraglider. Struggling to pull the paraglider, trying to change direction.

But it was too late.

He has been captured by the power of the tornado ... and is moving involuntarily in the direction of the storm. Revolving around the huge gray-black tornado ...

So quick and eager to throw into the vortex of death.

In the violent wind blowing, Huai Shi was pulled by a paraglider, began to spin wildly, flew in the air, and began to roll involuntarily.

Circling around.

He struggled hard, but there was no use for eggs.

The huge tornado is getting closer and closer, more and more gritty, and through countless gravel and water vapor, Huai Shi can even see the horror thunder contained in it.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

A small stone hit his gas mask and instantly smashed the solid shell. The huge kinetic energy, like the bullet of a sniper rifle, roared past Huai Shi's forehead.

If it wasn't under the premonition of death, he twisted his head subconsciously, I'm afraid he had been headshot by stones.

But this is just to delay the time of his death.

Because the tornado is close at hand.

Endless premonitions of death rose from his body, as if every inch of air in the world could not wait to kill him, crushing him into a meat sauce, leaving his bones intact.

With the wailing of the paraglider breaking, Huai Shi was thrown out.

He finally descended from the sky and smashed into the wild torrent under the tornado. In the suffocation of hypoxia and intense dizziness, Huai Shi twisted his body subconsciously.

Pray that you can swim in the wind like a fish.

But it was too late.

He had already been dried and turned into a salted fish. Now, it is time to cook.

He can't escape.

Just like the meteorite falling from the sky, the wind roaring from the face, Huai Shi broke through the outer layer of the tornado, and fell into the death vacuum brewing countless electric lights and destruction.

For a moment, he felt himself hallucinating.

Incredible.

The world seemed suddenly silent for a moment.

When he raised his head in a violent gyration and looked up below, the turbulent scene was illuminated by the fleeting thunder.

But in the Ze Kingdom, where tyrannical turbulence formed countless vortexes, there was still a sea surface that maintained a dead silence.

It seems to be frozen.

Under the trampling of that pair of leather boots, countless surging forces were easily balanced, and all indifferent things such as stress, pulling force, gravity, and even vacuum fell into a bottleneck.

There is a slender figure walking on the frozen water, as if walking in the back garden of his home.

The violent storm couldn't swallow her.

Because she seemed to be a phantom, walking in the fleeting gap between the storms, walking quietly on foot.

I noticed that the poems from Huai, which came down from the sky, tilted their heads in confusion with a gas mask on their faces, as if thinking about where such a ghost thing flew from.

Then, reach out.

Huai Shi felt that there were invisible fingers pulling his ankles, and with the figure pulling, he suddenly pulled him over there.

Immediately afterwards, he easily reached out and grabbed the back collar.

Almost inconceivably dissolving his huge kinetic energy from the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Only the calm water at his feet trembles for a moment, and there is a boring sound like boiling.

In front of Huai Shi's eyes, he couldn't stand the huge backlash after layers of offset, and there was such a dramatic change that he fell into syncope.

Before he passed out, he only heard a familiar voice from the storm.

It seems like an illusion.

The voice laughed softly, so happy.

"Is it really here, Huaishi?"

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