Apocalyptic Forecast

Vol 2 Chapter 585: Last wish

588 The Last Wish

Perhaps the projection of Yudaishan is really too stable. After half an hour, the earth-shaking projection of the building will slowly dissipate with the collapse of the sacred mark.

Realizing the feeling of Young Master and the Bone Sanctuary returning, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to cry.

Not touched.

It's so uncomfortable ...

It seemed that after getting used to the fresh air, he was kicked into the gas chamber and it was difficult to breathe.

The original genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven was too sensitive to the matter record itself, not to mention that there was a book of destiny in Huai Shi, and the history left in **** would almost instinctively entangle on his soul.

This severe dizziness was even stronger before.

At the moment of recovery, Huai Shi staggered, and darkness appeared in front of him.

Falling into a nightmare illusion again.

"It's only the last step."

A figure holding a pipe leaned over, and his blurred face seemed to be smiling: "Soon, **** will become heaven ... real power will be born in your hands and will never die."

He reached out his hand and offered salvation to the Huai poetry in the mire.

But when Huai Shi squeezed that palm, what he felt was not happiness and tranquility, but indescribable ... despair.

At that moment, he fell into a deeper abyss.

Numerous twisted limbs were entangled in his body, pulling him down, to a darker place.

"Please help me ..."

The hoarse prayer echoed in his ear, screaming constantly: "Please ..."

"Troubled!"

In the faint, Huai Shi roared, and the axe fell: "You have all been dead for tens of millions of years, and the ashes are gone, how can people be saved! Do you want me to give up my body to borrow corpses for you? "

The darkness is broken.

At that moment, Huai Shi opened his eyes.

Breathing hard.

Yuan Yuan looked at Huai Shi's face uneasy: "Teacher, how are you?"

"It's just a nightmare."

Huaixi shook his head and subconsciously pressed the pinhole on his arm.

If it is not the Grand Master's spiritual stabilizer, he may be pulled into a deeper record, and it is difficult to get rid of the past history of this land.

It was like the first time I used the book of destiny, I was almost trapped in the library of deep hell.

Now, I don't know whether it is because of the elevation or the re-activation of the hometown of dusk. Huai Shi found that the broken records remaining in the air became more and more active and restless.

It seems to be radiating from a huge gravitational source.

Something is like a star, radiating endless pain and despair to the surroundings all the time ...

"... Suncaster!"

Huai Shi's complexion changed, and suddenly noticed this.

With the activation of the Twilight Town and the restart of the Heart of Permafrost, the Sun-Forged One hidden in the depths of Hell will surely wake up again, and even return to its heyday state thousands of years ago!

The existence that guides a world to perish, if compared with the present situation ...

Natural enemy?

This speculation caused Huai Shi to stand upright, looking up at the giant projection of the giant dome, and the iron pedestal suspended above the sky.

He did not believe that Grand Master did not guess this.

But what exactly does he mean?

Here in the end ...

Confusional thoughts constantly emerged from the heart of Huai Shi, as if it was only a little bit away from the final truth, but through that layer of window paper, it could never be really touched.

In countless thoughts, countless times pass by the crucial point.

Until the final roar interrupted his thoughts.

At that moment, with the sudden rise of the plot, Huai Shi finally came under the central tower.

And at that moment, the long warm-up finally ended abruptly.

Permafrost furnace heart, start!

What followed was a tidal wave, which filled all the gaps between the sky and the earth, tearing everyone's consciousness and soul, enough to pull every soul into the loud noise of hell.

——It filled the whole hell, wailing!

"This is ... what the hell?"

Huai Shi looked up dullly, his eyes were dark, staggering forward, wanting to get closer and watch carefully.

But just above the tower that suddenly opened at the moment, between countless complicated machinery and huge structures, there were countless dark mud emerging.

From the fissures, from the enclosed cabin, from every corner.

That was the strange substance that Huai Shi had seen before.

A viscous liquid like asphalt, surging in every corner and void, there are deformed objects like limbs protruding from it, endless, as if the dying man is cramping, trying to grab anything within reach.

Seeking in vain hopes that do not exist.

"Ah, ah, the Suncaster, please ... please mercy ..."

Numerous twisted faces overlapped with each other, and emerged continuously from it, accompanied by the operation of the permanent core, screaming hoarsely, radiating a tragic wailing.

"Don't go ... don't leave ... don't give up ..."

"Please, save me ..."

"Please……"

"... to give redemption!"

At that moment, Huai Shi stiffened in place and was frozen by the screams coming from his face.

Pain is like a tide of sea, the end is invisible, and it turns into a monstrous tide.

In the darkness, countless broken records turned into **** and abyss thousands of years ago, engulfing him.

It was like a bystander walking between the curtains.

Seeing the decay of all things in an instant, the coming of the end, the extinction of the sun and the moon, the earth dries up. Seeing how the huge world sinks into **** little by little.

I also saw ... this is nothing but how they were recreated by them.

In order to save the world and recast the world, in order to return to the paradise and recreate everything, iron trees, copper birds, steel beasts and even silver stars.

In the end, eternal power fell on this piece of music.

The desperate **** also followed.

When the round of the sun representing redemption began, the change that the founders had not imagined enveloped the entire hell.

The happy faces gradually stiffened, cracked rapidly, and fell apart ...

The eternal life finally ushered in the final transformation under the eternal sun-after the broken shell like porcelain, what was flowing out was the thick mud like asphalt ...

Then, one by one, flew into the tower involuntarily, like the parts, integrated into the permafrost core.

In the indescribable pain, sorrow groaned, but it was not relieved. In the endless despair, longing for the end, but the end will not come.

The founders finally understood what happened.

But everything is irreversible.

Their eternal life began.

When Huai Shi walked blankly in this piece of hell, he was surrounded by countless sharp hisses.

Why was this **** born because of failure?

He finally understood how the so-called perpetual motion machine was created. In what way is the endless eternal power realized ...

Recast the world, the sun, the moon, and everything, recreate the world, the eternal machine, and the eternal power to sustain the foundation of the world ... the core of eternal freezing.

They did, indeed.

They did not fail, they are still alive.

All.

In this **** he created by himself!

——The so-called immortal machine is exactly the same thing as the permanently frozen heart!

And the power source of the permafrost furnace heart is all the people in this **** who have used the immortal machine for survival ... They are all assimilated by the hell, transformed into silt-like things that are not human and ghosts, and hang in the heart of the furnace.

It's like an endless battery.

In the pain that can't see the end, despair continues to flow into the endless energy and power of the **** workshop owners.

Not free.

For thousands of years, for thousands of years, in a long and endless time, weeping and mourning.

Until reaching the end of destruction, the deepest part of the abyss ...

Now, Huai Shi finally understands: where does everything he sees in the illusion come from, and who is witnessing the destruction of the scene in front of him?

"Suncaster ... Honorable Supreme ..."

Numerous wriggling and twisted mad faces emerged from the silt, gazing at the location of Huai Shi, no, gazing at the former sun caster, calling in vain.

"I plead ... plead for mercy ..."

This time, Huai Shi finally heard their words.

"Please, save us ..."

Numerous wailing sounds sounded again, they called in pain, longed for, and hoped that the last hero would bring miracles to them.

Contains the last hope, humble prayer.

"Please ... kill us!"

This is their last wish.

But even so, it is already an unattainable luxury dream.

I tried everything possible and tried all the possibilities, until even the other founder kings lost their resistance one by one and gradually turned into silt.

There is no hope of remaining for this piece of land.

Only the Suncaster wandered blankly in this empty hell.

"Don't be afraid, I will save you, I will be able to save you, definitely." He repeated again and again, whispering emptyly: "So, please, wait for me ..."

This is the long-lasting eternal, desperate cry of the last survivor.

"--Please, don't leave me behind."

I do n’t know how long it has been, what I have experienced.

Too many records are filled in the soul of Huai Shi-the fall of the hometown of dusk, the casting of the heart of the permafrost furnace, the advent of the masters of the **** workshop, and the failure of countless resistance.

Too much history and too long agony are carried in the records of the Sun-Forged, and are inscribed in this piece of hell.

Just watching, will be infected by the endless despair.

Huai Shi felt that he was falling faster and faster and began to dissolve.

He has entered too deep ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ As if once, he was attracted by the gravity of **** and began to assimilate step by step.

Until a cracked palm caught his shoulder and pulled him up, the assimilation of **** came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterwards, do my utmost to push up and launch!

Leaving from this nightmare of invisible end.

... Condra? "

At the last moment, Huai Shi saw the familiar uniform and the hard-opened lips on the face alienated by machinery.

Silent farewell towards the world.

With a smile.

This chapter is more difficult to write, and it is late, sorry.