Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 569

Huai Shi stunned.

It was unbelievable that he had never heard such awe-inspiring words from his opponents.

Suddenly there was a subtle shock at the bottom of the valley that was overlooked on the moral high ground.

Do all your gangs in the field speak so politely?

"Therefore, there will always be people who say that you have problems with the brains of the inspectors ..." Michelle shook her head. "Huashi, in your opinion, is this the only solution in the world for you to die?"

"Uh ... now that I have done it, that ..."

Huai Shi scratched his head: "Wildfires can't be burned, spring breeze blows again?"

"The Ivy League is an indispensable focal point of the American pedigree. Eliminating the Ivy League means that the American pedigree is completely extinct ... Do you try to burn the American pedigree?"

Michelle sneered: "If Russell really has the ability to rebuild the ideal country and the great secrets of the unification, it might not be impossible ... But the American pedigree is gone, where did he go to find pillars as a substitute? It is already In the 22nd century, do n’t you come up with the logic still in the primitive era? "

Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

This familiar poisonous tone and sharp words ...

Feel like a grandmaster standing in front of my eyes.

——Is the mouthwash you use the same brand?

"Although I don't understand why Russell valued your executioner so much, as the issuer of your nominal diploma, let me give you this lesson."

Michelle raised his head and looked down at the young man in front of him: "As a sublimator, there is nothing wrong with your life and death, but for teachers, this approach is not worth boasting about.

The Ivory Tower and the Ivy League are certainly incompatible in some areas, but in the final analysis, we are not institutions formed in pursuit of violence-the followers do not use violence to show authority!

Even if the battle in the academic field is always cruel and exhausted by all means, for the scholar, there is nothing more precious than life. "

Michelle said, "Once the Gauls could cut off the head of a scholar who was only one thousand years old in ten seconds, but even after a thousand years, there can be no more creators like Lavoisier ... After Archimedes was stabbed to death by the Romans, there would be no Archimedes in this world!

For thousands of years, those who have no mathematics have been diligently looking forward to being able to replace destruction with creation and replace swords with morality. Even if it is too early to leave us this day, this should not be a reason to give up the virtue and show the animal nature. "

He stared at the young man in front of him and told him word by word: "We inject knowledge into our self-learning knowledge and mysteries, hoping that one day it will be able to cross the cruel evil and create the cycle of goodness!"

Pure power represents pure nothingness.

Sometimes, this force will become a mirror, reflecting the appearance of the user.

In amazement, Huai Shi suddenly recalled what Tong Ji once said to herself: After becoming a sublimator, no matter what kind of goal it was, it would eventually become an idiom solitaire.

Compared with doing whatever you want, it is really precious that something is not.

It is true that in the face of power, both good and evil will be magnified by ten million times.

But because of this, the importance of 'temperance' is more prominent.

Even though such a truth has already been realized, but now such words from Michelle's mouth still make Huai Shi feel.

"I thought bankers and big capitalists didn't care about their lives."

He couldn't help feeling.

He really did not expect to be able to hear this from the mouth of a person from the capitalists and bankers.

"Death is a loss that must be avoided. Human beings alive, in order to create greater value, it is natural to avoid greater value being destroyed in a meaningless struggle."

Michelle glanced at him: "If it is not a pity to this point, why should we make any agreement?

Direct war escalation, call here, let the Ivory Tower and the American Pedigree each have a fifth order to determine the attribution of this **** ... Is n’t it even more simple? "

Huai Shi was speechless.

After all, as of now, it seems that a few people have not died on both sides-at least compared to the real endless war, it can be said to be happy.

The Ivy League can indeed be said to still retain the restraint of being a scholar. Even when they came, the troupe invaded the carriage, and did not take the initiative to start against the students who did not have any resistance.

The most likely to avoid death and injury.

Even Michelle didn't really hit any bad hands after he surrendered.

There is no shortage of meals for three meals, with meat and vegetables, and a balanced intake.

Just let Huai Poetry brush your favors below, and allow the Tower of Ivory to pay a ransom to redeem yourself.

This noble treatment is really enough.

Huai Shi scratched his head and counted it carefully. Instead, it was the mercenaries and large groups on both sides who were really responsible for the hard work ... aren't the tools people count?

But the eyes of the nightmare who came to be a toolman hadn't even spoken yet.

I can only go through the process first and start to tremble. Can this world be better ... How can we tool people live? Are you satisfied ... Tears are not disappointed ... Full of oppression of tool people ... When to stand up ... ... the **** is empty ...

After the process was completed, he found out that he was patronizing and punching.

Where did you just say?

Opposite the table, Michelle hugged her arms and looked coldly at this guy who dared to be distracted during his class.

I haven't seen this kind of bone wonder in a few years, and it's still a prisoner with no order at all.

This made him have a long urge to beat people.

No, no, I ca n’t follow Mikhail ’s **** ...

Depressing his anger, he retracted his gaze and got up to the rear of the bridge, waving his hand, slowly lowering the huge outer wall, revealing the busy laboratory behind him.

Beckoned towards Huai poetry.

Signaled him to follow.

The huge laboratory is busy, and all the research and testing centers are undoubtedly the two central control cores suspended in the air.

One dismantled wind lamp, and the other is a puppet with a deformed eight arms.

The figure of the puppet is solemn and cold, just like a **** and a buddha.

But under the shell was empty, just an empty shell.

Just like the remnants of the past gods.

"[Growers]."

He suddenly heard Michelle say this.

"According to the historical data excavated by the **** here, the founder in the branch control center is called like this, it is one of the thirteen holy men of the same age as the mutator.

Unlike the exquisite ideas and unpredictable styles that the changers are good at, the grower is the best founder who is good at large-scale casting and the reproduction of creations. Even according to our research, he has completely realized his creations as von Neumann The duplication and evolution of today, the runaway mechanical city that we have seen today, is at best the result of its creation before its destruction. "

Michelle said without looking back: "If I guess right, the one you unearthed from the refinery should be the [transformer], and the one in the temple should be the [constant]?"

"I knew one changer."

Huai Shi shrugged: "I didn't directly participate in the research of Tiejingzao, nor did I have time to read the summary report, so I was brought to your side.

Before that, I didn't even know anything about it. "

He looked closely at the research center in front of him, as if he had never seen the earthen buns. He was astonished.

Michelle took her hand forward and asked casually, "How much do you know about hell?"

Huaishi answered truthfully: "Except for the remains of the past era and the past world, not much is known."

"So, what caused hell?"

Huaixi thought for a long time and answered seriously: "The decline of the world and the increase of depth."

When the world begins to decay, unable to maintain its own depth, and descending toward the abyss, under the influence of the abyss, **** will be born.

Like the grave of the past, everything was buried in the earth and disappeared in the darkness.

"It doesn't sound completely ignorant."

Michelle paused and looked back at Huai Shi, as if surprised that he knew something about it.

"Leave the classical music aside, I'll be an assistant lecturer in the abyss ecology of the Ivory Tower anyway, don't you consider me illiterate?"

Michelle listened and nodded in agreement: "The assistant lecturer is better than illiterate."

Don't talk anymore.

Huai Shi rolled his eyes and wanted to hit someone.

"There is nothing wrong with what you just said. Sometimes the birth of **** is due to the decline of the world, and the end-of-life world will not leave many traces ..."

Michelle paused, showing a mocking smile: "Now the **** we see is mostly made by man."

"What do you mean?" Huai Shi frowned.

"Literally meaning-no one will accept death willingly. Huai Shi will resist more or less before the end comes.

What we see now is the result of their resistance. "

Michelle said in a hurry: "When the deepening started, people here must have been quite desperate ... It can be seen that they tried many methods, but in the end they didn't work.

Fear leads to madness, and arrogance leads to perdition.

In the end, they chose to recreate their own paradise in the dead world-to recreate the earth, to recreate everything, to recreate the day and night, to rebuild everything ... even they created a 'permafrost' that could be called perpetual motion The heart of the heart and the immortal machine that makes people immortal.

In the end, with their amazing accomplishments and technology, they successfully recaptured everything, but everything is still unrecognizable. Since they accepted the gift from the **** workshop owner, this ending has been doomed. "

In the indifferent voice without mercy, Michelle announced the result: "They ushered in a desperate situation, incurring the consequences of being ten thousand times more tragic than the destruction.

The last thing that was created was this piece of twilight solidified at the end of the dying. "

With Michelle's progress, the gate in front of him opened hole by hole. Unconsciously, they had entered the core of the airship, which was scattered in the wheelhouse of countless equipment.

In the hot air, the staff was busy running, as if preparing for an urgent task, a hustle and bustle.

But Huai Shi felt a chill and dizziness.

Almost unstable.

When the truth of the hometown of twilight exposed the scales in front of Huai Shi, the scenes and wails in those illusions seemed to sound in the ears again.

Those settled underground, almost forming the despair of the ocean tide.

It's hard to imagine what kind of result they finally ushered in, but being able to have such a huge resentment here is proof of how terrible that inhuman torture is.

The world on the verge of extinction has become the **** in front of us now under the temptation of **** workshop owners. Obviously it seems empty, but in the perception of Young Master, it is full of countless pain and despair, which is suffocating.

He finally realized the feeling that Besib had complained.

The more keen the perception, the more you know, the more you can feel the hideousness hidden in it.

He rubbed his forehead and looked up and asked:

"Why tell me this?"

Michelle's footsteps finally stopped, in front of the console.

"You just incidentally ..."

The gray-haired middle-aged man finally turned around, looked at him, and asked contemptuously: "Mikhail, you must be looking at me, right?"

He gazed at the eyes of Huai Shi, as if he could see the figure hidden behind Huai Shi.

And at the moment in the iron pedestal, a crow stood in front of the huge curtain, and the light from its pupils projected the greetings from Michelle into the air.

The people in charge are slightly discolored.

The Grand Master still held his arms in his arms, unmoved.

Just staring indifferently at Michelle's face without saying a word.

But Michelle seemed to receive a response, showing a mocking sneer.

"--Look, this time, I have come to your front!"

As soon as the words fell, behind Michelle, the airship's cabin suddenly burst. During countless mechanical operations, the airship's heavy shell slowly opened.

Exposing the cursed world outside bathed in darkness and **** rain.

When the thunder in the clouds suddenly traverses, it illuminates the grim outline above the earth.

The searchlights lighted up one by one, casting the cold incandescent light to the ground below, revealing the magnificent outline of the huge man-made object.

It was a building made of countless steel, a jaw-dropping geometric object.

Within a few days, above that empty space, there was a pyramid of more than 200 meters rising from the ground-an Aztec pyramid!

Under the connection of countless complicated lines, this outsider's building has been deeply wedged into the machinery of the dusk town, forcibly combined with each other into one.

Huaishi could vaguely see that under the heavy rain, Liz, dressed in a sacrificial robe, was walking on the earth.

Hands holding border relics from the American pedigree.

Step by step on the steps of the pyramid, toward the totem representing the old gods.

The secret instrument from the present is about to run here.

Every time a step is taken, the pyramid made of metal will suddenly be transformed into an ancient building. When he walked halfway through, the whole pyramid seems to have gone through tens of thousands of years, and countless Moss and broken marks.

But the tyrannical divinity rising in it became clearer.

This pyramid is step by step transforming from a fake to a real **** residence ...

At this moment, on the airship, hundreds of source furnaces have been activated suddenly, burning the source crystals, accumulating huge power, and providing power for the next secret instrument.

But Huai Shi felt a black eye.

Can't help but want to retreat.

Creepy.

Just in front of the console, a decayed figure wearing a crown appeared slowly. The vest was still solemn and the crown was gorgeous, but the face under the crown was a gloomy skull.

It's still what he once saw in the underground world, it's the phantom of the Sun-Forger!

The people around seemed to be unaware of this, still running in a hurry, Huai Shi dumbfounded, wondering if they should be reminded.

But just as he hesitated, Michelle stepped out towards the joystick behind the Sunforge.

"Wait ..." Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to stop.

But Michelle was unmoved, still moving forward indifferently, pressing step by step. As he walked into the phantom of the Sunforged, his steps stopped for a moment. It was like seeing the scene in Huai Shi's eyes, but without any fear or flinch.

He said something softly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Going forward without hesitation, smashing the afterimages of the past.

In his hands, the last joystick was pulled down.

At that moment, the hometown of dusk shook.

The piercing wailing sound suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the darkness, hurting the eardrums of everyone.

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Tomorrow seems to be the first anniversary of the Apocalypse upload ... I hope the update will be smoother ...

And, here to recommend to everyone the new book "Bright Wind and Eight Thousand Miles" by Purple Hairpin ~~ Friends who like history must be Kang Kang!

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