Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 593 Killer Cap

In front of the light of judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart, but immediately afterwards, they began to repair quickly.

The majestic light of judgment is confined in the theater, and it is difficult to get out ...

Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the grandstand could not penetrate, and then immediately collapsed for the turbulent source and disappeared without a trace.

Huai Shi froze in place.

"Sorry, Mr. Huai Shi."

On the face penetrated by Besib, the lips opened and closed, still making a sound: "After Ivy's calculation, as long as there are five members of the troupe to support the sacred mark, you cannot use that weapon to break the 'Golden Palace' from the inside . "

As he spoke, his face quickly repaired and healed, and returned to its original state.

Did not even lose a hair.

Still calm.

"By the way, all attacks on actors will incur punishment before the next scene has begun. Look, the audience is angry."

Above the stands, the sky is full.

Angrily scolded this rude man who broke into the stage and used violence.

As soon as the voice fell, a thunder came from the sky without warning, and fell on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi didn't even react, and the hand holding the gun lost consciousness.

After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread from under the cracked skin, making him stagger and gasp violently.

But between Pan Delong's white hairs, vague corners emerged.

It seems that the crown made of withered cinnamon leaves is decorated with gold and jewelry, but it has lost its former color and glory.

-Dream of the Golden Palace.

The border relics from Rome, the last creation left by a tyrannical king in history, and the troupe are simply a match made in heaven.

After combining its existence, it was originally the effect caused by the combination of Sacred Marks, and it suddenly reached the category of miracle engraving.

Modify reality and create miracles.

Just like the grace and remnants left by the gods.

"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Huai Shi."

Pan Delong said indifferently: "We will not be foolish enough to meet with you short soldiers, nor will we take any risks for victory. For us, as long as you are entangled ..."

Enduring the pain caused by wound healing and flesh and blood growth on his arm, Huai Shi grinned: "I thought that what you wanted to do was a big deal, but did you really have no dream?"

Everyone looked at him indifferently, and no one responded.

Even the colonel with the hottest temperament did not say a word.

Just looking at Huai Shi with all his attention, there is no slackness, just like the enemy.

"Next, what you perform is a legendary epic adventure, an immortal song of resistance!"

Pan Delong propped up his cane, looking like the reporter, looking around the audience in the stands, announcing fervently: "Cheers, everyone, a wonderful story is about to begin!

Cheers, everyone, this is the noble crystallization that the real warrior has presented to everyone!

Below, please continue to appreciate— "

"——" Spartacus "!"

At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang longitudinally, and the perfect soprano chanted the prologue of classical tragedy.

The world on the stage was shocked, everything changed, and a flower in front of Huai Shi seemed to fall into the abyss, but then he stood firm again.

In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in amazement.

Everything is completely different.

From the theater to the Colosseum in an instant, after the towering walls, countless audiences shouted in excitement.

However, Huai Shi's skin was quickly darkened and turned into sun-burnt bronze. All the equipment on his body disappeared, and his clothes were ragged, like a slave, looking around blankly.

Around him, the Frost Giants are shrinking quickly, becoming the size of ordinary people. Like Huai Shi, they are unkempt, but they are a little more burly, losing frost wind and ice armor.

Soon, Huai Shi found ... his mark disappeared!

With the sound of constant ping pong.

The heavy sledgehammer, the sharp axe blade, the sacrificial knife, the spear, the chain ... continued to fall from his body, and fell to the ground, except for the wolf head above the hammer head that still remained a bit marty There is no more wonder.

It became an ordinary weapon that was just a lot harder.

"Help, I'm splitting apart ..."

In his waist, Besib screamed in horror, and quickly changed from a modern weapon into a broken hand crossbow.

The effort shook.

No more words can be said.

All foreign objects that do not meet the background have been rectified, and everything has been pulled into the overhead world formed by the troupe ... With the dream of the Golden Palace as the stage, the six troupe members will once again unfold the legendary story.

Forcibly push Huai poetry into it.

The never-ending fight is about to begin!

At this moment, in front of Huai Shi, the dying gladiator was dying and struggling hard.

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus !!"

In the stands, the audience who transformed into Roman citizens shouted excitedly, waved their fists, and urged extremely fanatically: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill the **** !!!"

Lira constantly dropped from above and fell on the shoulder of Huai Shi.

"I am ... Spartacus?"

Huai Shi raised his head in amazement and looked at the audience, suddenly realized what had happened. But the invisible power attached to him, forcing him to raise his short sword and aim at the enemy in front of him.

The prelude to the killing ...

This is the fate of Spartacus.

The violent dizziness and trance suddenly struck, and the huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, so that he could accept the fate in close proximity.

However, in front of the eyes that suddenly lifted up, he failed to return!

"wrong--"

Huaixi raised his head hard, stared at them, and said softly, "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator ..."

A broken voice sounded from above the blade of Huai Shi.

The dagger suddenly broke.

The shape changes rapidly, forming an ancient and incomplete sword blade, blooming a faint glow.

Just above his head, a crown of light intertwined suddenly emerged, forcibly squeezed into the prologue of this tragedy, blooming light.

Under the light of the light, the invisible power that controlled the poems of Huai dissipated without a trace.

"I am Huai Shi."

At that moment, Huai Shi raised his head and told them: "Prince of Paradise · Huai Shi!"

The sword of virtue lights up.

The sonorous swords suddenly spread, tearing the suppression of the Golden Theater, and making everything that was modified once again return to its original appearance!

The frost wind swept, and the frost giants enveloped by the ice iron once again pulled out the heavy axe blade, showing the burly and huge body, roaring upward!

The script was destroyed.

The tragedy came to an abrupt end--

"I'm sorry, I'm playing here."

Huai Shi grinned and smiled at the highest point of the Colosseum, shaking his head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will destroy my idol image must be modified."

Everything stopped for a moment.

At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pan Delong's figure emerged, overlooking indifferently.

"A paradise? I didn't expect this title to have a corrective power to the Golden Palace ... but unfortunately, at this level, I am afraid it is not enough."

As he said, he gently waved his hand.

The gates of the Colosseum opened in all directions, and the huge beasts and majestic figures came out of it, as well as the heavily armed legion ... the end was not seen, nor the edge.

It's like, endless ...

A low voice began, a soprano chanted in the void, and a low voice of men in harmony. The sacred marks belonging to the theater troupe run on this narrow stage, making all those illusory faces more real, and making the eyes of the heroes burst into a radiant flame.

"The Spartacus script continues, let's omit those annoying lines and plots and go straight to the most exciting part."

Pan Delong said in a cold voice: "Mr. Huai Shi, your last fight begins."

Huai poetry has been stunned.

As if unbelievable, listening to the song echoed in his ears, his eyebrows raised slowly.

"opera?"

"What a coincidence ..." he said, "I will do the same thing."

At that moment, Huai Shi raised the sword of virtue, raised it to his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Since you know me so well, you will not forget ... Where did this sword come from?"

In his hands, the sword of virtue trembled violently, as if about to wake up, radiating a faint light.

Until now, he discovered: The stage of the Golden Palace seems to be the same for all actors on both sides.

In that case ...

At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a grand melody suddenly sounded, tearing the sad song into a melody of salvation.

Around Huai Shi, dozens of handsome and solemn figures suddenly appeared in the air.

After crossing the long hell, the princes sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes, and under the call of the stage here, they called!

Among them, some have long curly hair, some have strong swords, some dance with fire, some have dignity and majesty ... but without exception, everyone wears their own crown on top of their heads.

It was as if I could hear the screams of the kitten losing to my grandma's house.

Huai Shi smiled, raised his sword, and pointed at the enemy in front of him.

"--Fuck them!"

Silence came suddenly.

In the short silence, nothing happened except the frost giant who wailed and thumped.

The princes are still standing, still translucent ...

Like a ghost.

Huai Shi turned blankly and felt very embarrassed.

"Why don't you move?"

"..."

In the brief silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the nameless prince Huai Shi was most familiar with shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, we are only projections, and we don't have the ability to kill the enemy ..."

"What stuff?"

Huaixi was unbelievable, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh ... blessings?"

A dozen princes looked at each other, and one of the princes with black hair and white skin said, "I grant you courage, although you are not lacking."

"I want to grant you mercy, but your compassion has long lived."

"control?"

"How passionate?"

"..."

Huai Shi stopped talking, stopped talking, and asked with the last line of hope: "Can't you give something useful? Can you kill them? Did you bring it when you came?"

"..."

The princes were silent, looking at each other, and finally, sighed: "If that is the case, then there is only the last resort ... However, this is the prince's killer, and abuse will inevitably cause trouble."

"Huh?" Huai Shi's eyes widened, a surprise: "Really? You guys say it quickly!"

"So, call out loud, His Royal Highness!"

The unnamed prince pressed Huai Shi's shoulder and said in a loud voice: "Calling for a miracle to come, in this case, this stage and paradise will definitely respond to you!"

"What the hell?"

Huaishi didn't even think about the teammates he summoned to pull his hips like this: "Did I call out 'Help!' Someone came to rescue me?"

What is the point of this?

But when Huai Shi shouted "Help", it seemed that some mechanism was activated.

The princes smiled mysteriously and quickly dissipated in the air ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The free light gathered in one place and slowly rose to form an illusive arch.

After the light gate, the beautiful white horse walked out, her eyebrows were arrogant, and she looked so familiar. Even the fat fat was exactly the same as the fat horse of his own family.

The glance at Huai Shi was full of contempt.

-Shake people back and forth, can you do it, little brother?

Huai Shi had no time to ask what it was doing, and he was already attracted by the figure on horseback.

incredible.

"Although it's not clear what is going on, it seems to be pulled here to help ... Are you asking me for help, Huaishi?"

On the white horse, Luo Xian's smile is sweet:

"Fight for you, His Royal Highness."

After the two changes, do I have a ticket?

(End of this chapter)