Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 590 Giants (Thanks to Qiqiu ’s Leader

At the moment in the clouds, above the bridge of Ivy ’s flying giant ship

Hundreds of huge displays enveloped the entire battlefield, reflecting all changes and disputes.

With the opening of the Quartet's gates, I do not know how many teams are constantly pouring into the central tower, rushing to the battlefield, and an inch of rivals are competing for space.

But the big screen in the middle showed a face that was too young.

When the light smile that had been hanging on the face dissipated, it became very different from the past. The dark eyes were calm and deep, as if reflecting in the bottomless abyss.

"Like a dragon, it's terrible."

Pan Delong said with emotion: "It seems that our luck is not so good when we encounter such an enemy."

Behind him, Harry Quinn couldn't help but shake his head.

"When you meet the Ivory Tower, you know how bad our luck is?" He scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Pan Delong, shall we lose?"

"Will lose?"

Pan Delong squinted and looked over: "Harry Quinn, you, Fando, who has put a little effort into probability study, will not say such stupid things."

"Please don't embarrass a linguistics teacher to learn math?"

Harry Quinn shook his head and leaned down, just like the harlequin referred to by his codename, saluted the "Master" in front of him, and sincerely enlighten him:

"Dear old gentleman, what is your opinion on the victory or defeat in front of you?"

"The original words, seven or three points."

"Who is seven?" He asked subconsciously.

Pan Delong didn't even bother to answer.

Harry Quinn's eyes widened. "Wouldn't that be a loss?"

"Our enemy is the Tower of Ivory, the last afterglow left by the genealogy of the kingdom of heaven. It is the Big Mac that has dominated the entire academic world for 110 years. It is the behemoth that the Imperial University of Rome bowed to. The great grandmaster of the world, walking the miraculous incarnation of the human world, our next opponent is the Frost Giant Legion, leading them to the youngest anointed person in history, the Asian Astronomical Society internally rated S-level military officers ... "

Pan Delong asked in doubt, "Challenging such a person, do you think, why can't we lose?"

"..."

Harry Quinn stunned, looking to the left and right.

Because Pan Delong's voice did not cover up, and even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members looked back blankly and looked at the old man's back.

"Is there anything worth fussing about?"

The old man was also looking back at them, and asked indifferently: "Are we here to lose? Are we just surrendering and persisting until now?"

From Rome, to London, to the Americas, a long journey of ups and downs, division, struggle, poverty and hunger ... Four hundred years of suffering has not knocked us down-we still stand on the shoulders of giants to this day!

The sages who established the name of the Ivy League all the way through the thorns and thorns, and finally sent us here, don't see the high mountains and say stupid things back home. "

The thin old man opened his mouth and snarled at his subordinates like a lion: "The road behind us is going to be our own!"

"Will you lose? Will you fail? Or are you afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Does that trivial thing have value in your mouth!

——What is really worth pursuing, can it not be done because it loses! "

"This is just the first step, even if you lose, there will be a second step, a third step ... as long as we are not dead, the challenge will continue!

Not only for fear of the wrath of the forerunners, but also for fear that the latecomers will laugh. But for what we represent, the noble dream of 357 years.

Even though the enemy is an invincible grand master, but the soul of the pursuer is still one day, he will not bow in the shadow of truth! "

In the silence, Pan Delong's eyes widened, and the old eyes looked like a wildfire burning heritage, staring at each face.

"So, stand up, come on, guys, don't look down."

He raised his head and solemnly told everyone here: "We have done what we can do and what we cannot do in the past.

After such a long chase, we finally stood on the same starting line with our opponents! "

"Regardless of success or failure, our efforts will not be in vain."

"Because one day, the pursuit of you and me will become a new cornerstone, making the monument of Ivy above the white pagoda!"

He says:

"--Victory, will ultimately belong to us!"

When Pan Delong raised his hand and clenched his fist, the thin silence was broken by 100,000 times of turbulent enthusiasm. The sound of Huhe sounded like thunder, as the emaciated old man burst from a height of ten million meters.

At the moment, the gradually tense atmosphere became extremely restless.

A wildfire ignited from those fanatic eyes.

And this announcement is also passed to the ears of every member of the Ivy League on the battlefield in different ways. Anxious and uneasy.

Between the countless thunders and the arch guards of the storm, the light of the Alien Hades spread again in all directions.

Miracles from the Americas travel in hell, bringing truth from the Americas together!

After waiting for too many years, those souls hungry for victory again challenged their unreachable opponents.

For victory!

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After the main chip of the war chip took over the command of the entire battlefield, Pan Delong finally took over the power at hand and went to the login area through the elevator.

In a short wait, he asked the person beside him, "What happened to Liz?"

"It has arrived on the battlefield and is in excellent condition."

Harry Quinn tilted his head and glanced at the display on his arm, frowning: "Also, she asked me to tell you: everything is good, it's too wordy, please streamline it to within ten seconds next time . "

Pan Delong froze, and laughed immediately.

"This is too difficult for a strong person."

As the elevator doors opened, hurricanes swept through the deck area, and a dark aircraft was at the end, waiting for a long time.

In the driver's seat, the colonel smoked the last cigarette and looked back at Pan Delong in the seat, frowning: "Old man, are you sure you want to go up in person? It doesn't matter if you are less, the battlefield is not your classroom."

"The students are already in battle. As teachers, you have to walk ahead and set an example."

Pan Delong put on his helmet and smiled mockingly under his face mask: "Don't show off your resume to the old paratroopers of the Battle of Baghdad ... Boy, I want to serve as an old man, ten years earlier!"

Yes, that's right.

He is not old yet, and he can move on.

The giants carrying Ivy have not fallen!

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"Is that true?"

The iron captain, the captain of the ship, looked down at the report submitted-the troupe all appeared on the battlefield three minutes ago.

And the group of Ivy League guys seemed to knock the aphrodisiac, gasping one by one, rushing forward. The team of scholars and expeditions who were caught off guard was beaten by this group of cargoes, and the freezing compartment was almost not enough.

The captain scratched his head in distress: "It seems that the group of guys are really fighting ..."

"So many years have been blocked by the stumbling block of the Ivory Tower, no matter who is in a hurry?" The chief of staff calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted the index.

To ensure the stability of the matrix of heaven and maintain the secret ceremonies.

Too much power is running in the iron crystal base, which has turned this giant submarine into a gunpowder barrel. As long as the balance is slightly lost, I am afraid that it will collapse.

Not only is the new birth of the kingdom of heaven recorded in the womb, the Grand Master is probably very vulnerable.

Without the help from the utopian host and the three sages, such a large secret instrument is still too reluctant for individuals-all the energy must be raised to deal with it, and there is no time for him to care.

The commander's task was not too light, but he glanced at the long head of the office, even slacking off in his busy schedule, pinching the way the tea was brewed at the stopwatch, he could not help shaking his head.

"Can't you be a little nervous?"

"What's the use of being nervous? Since there is no way to roll up your sleeves and rush down to beat people, it might as well drink tea here and cultivate yourself."

The chief took the tea spoon and the scale in the laboratory, and focused on calculating the number of tea leaves in micrograms. A formula was written on the ground paper to calculate, and finally the tea year was finalized. The influence of Chengtang quality ...

In the end, the tea leaves after precise calculation are ground into powder-more than ten times the amount of the conventional plus a pile of some, which should never appear in the teapot. Put it in boiling water and cover it.

Next, there is only waiting full of expectations.

Soon after the two cups were highly extracted by the alchemy kettle, the alchemy agent that had become a stimulant polymer to some extent was placed in front of the captain.

Just look at the dark color and know that there will be no good things after drinking ...

"Come on?"

The director was looking forward to the invitation.

The captain picked up the tea cup, and just sniffed it, and the illusion of a return to life emerged-he began to think about whether the old guy was bought by the opposite, and began to poison in the iron crystal seat.

Why hasn't your technology improved at all for so many years?

"Next time, next time ..."

He hesitated again and again, after all, he still didn't have the courage to try, and even involuntarily tried to lean back a little farther away from the tea cup.

"Did you say the same thing last time?"

"Last time was different from this time!" The captain rolled his eyes and finally asked: "Do you really plan to do nothing?"

"do nothing."

The clerk chuckled at his poison-grade tea and calmly replied: "Since there is a voice in the iron crystal seat, there should not be a second one.

Only one protagonist is needed on the stage, and all the interference of those of us behind the scenes will have unpredictable consequences for the mystery at the stage of "the phenomenon is closed". "

As he said, he looked up and asked: "If the secret room murder was finally solved by the uncle who sold morning tea on the roadside, readers would not buy it? When all the causality has been connected in series, any 'mechanical deity' The story itself caused irreparable damage.

Foster, I know you disagree with our agreement with Ivy, but the more urgent you are, the more you need to be patient. "

"This is another set ..."

"Otherwise? Since the promised things, we must do it, no matter with the enemy or with ourselves, the life of the open should be like this!"

The clerk pushed the teacup over ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked into his eyes and told him.

"Come and drink tea!"

"..."

Foster's eyes jumped wildly, his scalp tingling in the gaze of his old friend's expectation.

"I hope everything goes well."

He sighed, picked up the teacup, raised his head, and swallowed it.

In front of him, countless hallucinations began to emerge. In this sudden bitterness, he finally realized something.

Some **** promises, it does n’t matter if you do n’t follow them ...

Unfortunately, it is late.

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(End of this chapter)