Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 564 Monument

"Why am I just watching here?"

Raymond scratched his head, puzzled.

"Why? Do you want to drink some soda and lie down?" Grand Master glanced blankly at him, "Don't be too ridiculous during working hours!"

"No, it's not a question of how to look ... but it's not good to be standing next to me. Am I really two or five?"

Grand Master asked without raising his head: "Aren't you?"

"..."

Raymond's expression suddenly became embarrassed: "Grandmaster, I've changed jobs in my life just once. Don't you rise to the level of personal attack? Is it anyway that I have introspected ... Although the direction of introspection is not right, but at least I ’m also principled, right? "

"Your principle has nothing to do with me, I can see your job at a glance."

The Grand Master's meaning is simple.

Just do your own thing, don't think about other things.

Raymond shook his head, sighed, and looked at the awkward figure in the surveillance video:

"Is he done?"

"Look what you said, as if he might still get it done."

Grand Master was wondering where he came from.

Raymond stunned: "Isn't that the pure death?"

"Probably there is still a 1% chance, can it be done?" Grandmaster shrugged: "I am not familiar with Russell's people, but since he is a student, I will cut in half according to Russell's work standards. It ’s just that his secretary was n’t just picking up. ”

"What if it's really going to die?"

"Run if you can't figure it out, otherwise why would you tell you?"

Grand Master looked at him like he was mentally retarded, and commanded from across the air: "Don't be stupid, put up the data collection equipment-this is an important record!"

Another dashboard rose.

Dozens of huge scanning instruments appeared again in the back compartment of the truck, and every detail and data in the battle were recorded in detail and passed to the place where the iron crystal was seated.

That is a completely different way of fighting from the sublimator.

The lost technique created by the unknown road that the current situation has never entered is different from common sense and imagination. It is also the essence left in this prosperous hell.

According to the deciphering of Iron Crystal, the person who masters this power is called the founder.

It is not assimilation of the miraculous miracle and its own body, but through the forging like alchemy, the power from the abyss is given to the material, and the alienation of itself is avoided to the greatest extent.

And the hometown of dusk that remains today is the last creation left by all the founders.

"Although it is not as versatile as the sublimator, it is much stronger on the way to creation. The direction of strengthening is not exploration, but defense and construction?

In this case, the threshold must be higher than that of pure alchemists and scholars, and must also have the physique of the sublimator, wrong ... Now it seems that instead of creating a sublimator-like physique, it is used to counter the abyss. Erosion, so it turns out. "

Grand Master narrowed his eyes: "Only those who can transform their physique into a sublimator can truly become a forge ... Compared with convenience, the high mortality rate is not a problem.

It's a pity that such skills are lost. "

Raymond finally crawled back from the outside.

It feels as if you are repairing an old TV, and you have to constantly adjust the position of the antenna to ensure signal transmission and smoothness.

Hearing the words of Grand Master, he became curious: "Has such a skill, developed civilization and the power to transform the world not enough to counter the depth brought by hell?"

"Who doesn't say enough?"

Grand Master sneered, "Don't all the overstretched guys succeed?"

"Ok?"

Raymond was at a loss as if he understood something.

Can't help but **** in the air.

"You mean ... they made it out of the evening hometown?"

"Yeah, all this is a monument to their success against hell."

Grand Master said indifferently: "With arrogance, after discarding the original hospice, he climbed out of his graveyard and jumped into another hell.

There used to be such a place in the town of dusk at any time-otherwise it would not fall into the hands of the purgatory workshop masters and could not be relieved. "

"The **** you see now is the result of this arrogance!"

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"—— ■■■■ !!!!!!"

The sharp roar burst again.

The ever-changing man seemed to be more and more crazy, waving the lantern in his hand, and in an instant, the giant spider fell apart and turned into iron filings. Immediately afterwards, the asphalt-like furnace overhead boiled again.

Just as Huai Shi was about to seize this opportunity, when he was crazy about output, he saw an endless beam of light flying out of it.

It was a splendid scene like stars.

But fluttering in the light, but one giant locust after another, just like a storm is coming, countless flying insects with thick arms and wings fluttering in the sky like electricity, roaring like a shell when falling from the sky.

In the loud noise, the ground at the foot of Huai Shi was broken continuously.

The locust heavy as a shell hit the ground, and soon it got up, shaking its wings, and once again rose into the sky in the fine sound of the gear rotating.

Under the continuous bombardment, Huai Shi couldn't breathe at all, and pulled out Besib's continuous shooting, either blocked by the swarm or deflected by the wings extending from the furnace.

Even if hesitated several times, after all, the trial mode was not activated.

There are only three bullets left.

After experiencing the mistakes made by Liz, Huaishi did not dare to waste such a precious opportunity. He must have a certain grasp before it can create matching value.

Now, as the wind lamp is raised again, the sky is falling towards Huai Shi.

The eyes of the thick big shield Huai poem quickly joined together.

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous loud noises, and soon, even the large shield made of alloy began to twist and deform.

From the beginning to the present, the paradise **** has reduced five people, and the rest are less than half.

The crisis of death is constantly emerging.

Huai Shi gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the burning banner, and suddenly stabbed on the ground, and did not call out the crows.

The Bone Sanctuary came instantly.

Disturb all perception.

In the dark, Huai Shi took a deep breath and suddenly separated all the afterimages.

The overwhelming remnants of the shadows galloped in the hall, attracting most of the firepower, and the body of Huai Shi had suddenly disappeared from the place.

Flashes three times in a row.

Almost consumed most of his source.

In the sudden tinnitus, Huai Shi's figure has broken through a long barrier, suddenly emerged from the face of the ever-changing, and the painful hammer is ready to hit.

The burning hammer roared and roared.

The eyes above the wolf's head burned into blood red.

When the hammer fell, the air burst with an overwhelming sound.

It was almost a blow, and this huge pain was spilled out. Now, the punishment comes from the sky, and there is no deceit.

Loud noise!

The changeable body collapsed instantly.

Exploded on the spot.

Numerous sticky liquids, such as asphalt, burst out into the surroundings, and then the debris fell to the ground like rain.

Only that lantern fell in the thick black blood.

The fire light gradually dimmed.

But there was a choking voice that rang from the wreckage.

"Suncaster ... please answer me ..."

The hoarse voice asked: "Such suffering ... when ... will it end ..."

No one responded.

A high-pitched hissing burst from the asphalt furnace, and the wriggling thing expanded rapidly, but then, the roar that was thousands of times more than before was released.

Innumerable viscous materials tilted out of the broken furnace.

It's like a rainstorm.

A black torrent flooded the broken wind lamp, causing the burning fire to spread quickly, igniting darkness.

The broken bones squirmed in the black blood, and then the thick black blood swayed everywhere.

The greasy wings rose from it, followed by a bird-like outline, but the outline continued to collapse and reshape. As more and more shapes emerged from it, it looked like a giant wolf again.

And finally, when countless squirming limbs were put together, a grim giant with a huge crown on his head was formed.

As if the king of the world had come here, the majestic one would not dare to look directly at it.

But the solemn giant had only a torn half-body, his lower body was empty, and only countless deformed organs and broken parts fell out of it. With the swing of the arm, dragged in the black pool of blood.

Again, it made that hoarse roar that was indistinguishable by human ears.

Crazy and weird giant raised his hand and suddenly shot towards Huai poetry, the air wave swept, the earth was turbulent, and between the fingers, the thick black blood dripped, and there were countless parts rising from it, constantly pieced together. All kinds of torn limbs wriggled randomly.

It is decaying rapidly, and regenerating quickly.

Perseverance refuses to die, but can no longer survive ...

In the groaning and choking screams, the thick black blood ignored the gravity, rose into the sky, and turned into a sharp rainstorm, spilling in all directions.

"Fuck the second stage !!!"

Huaixi shouted in exasperation: "Where are you from the Boss Hunting Monster!"

The hammer of pain swayed, struggling with all its strength, and hit the big hand that was photographed again. The majestic force collided in one place, and Huai Shi flew out.

The eyes were dark.

In his hands, the painful hammer shattered ... even the source structure was destroyed under this blow, making it difficult to use in a short time.

Numerous broken pains raged in his soul, causing him to roar involuntarily.

And the palm of the hand suddenly twitched, struck by the pain transmitted on the hammer, and the black blood constituting the flesh madly boiled, alienated into a weird structure, and quickly fell off, revealing a deformed bone.

The Huai poetry had fallen to the ground, and once again, ran out.

In his hands, the sword of virtue struck, suddenly shining brightly, slashing forward, tearing the creeping rain like a broken bamboo.

From the chaos, a fleeting rift was cut.

The giant raised his hand, his dark arm squirmed, and changed rapidly, even forming the outline of a greasy giant wolf, biting towards Huai Shi.

Shadow Burial!

Again, the afterimage spread.

Young Master's ability was activated again, and Huai Shi's body flickered in the air, appearing in front of the giant wolf out of thin air, seeking his own way.

The sword of virtue in his hand was held upside down, puncturing downward as the body fell.

The mourning burst suddenly.

Together with the crisp sound of a broken skull.

The sword blade penetrated the face of the giant wolf deeply in the roar of Huai Shi. After scratching the fierce eye pupil, he tore the eye socket and cut a crack in its face.

When the fissure began to close quickly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Huai Shi shook his hand and forced the bomb in his hand into the eye of the giant wolf.

Between the fingers, a fiery flame burst from the body of the giant wolf, spreading, tearing the hard bones and spraying around.

The air waves spread.

Huai Shi flew out.

"It's not over yet!"

In mid-air, his body reversed, and a rope of sadness was suddenly thrown out of his hand, wrapped around the neck of the giant, and then, contracted!

In that pair of empty eye pupils, Huai Shi came out!

Bet on the last source.

The sad melody of the cello sounds here!

Nine chords Long Xiang!

Beheaded!

(End of this chapter)