Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 602 Good News

Although it is difficult to breathe, you have to breathe.

And it didn't take long for Huaishi to leave this behind, like a stupid dog with his head digging into the sand to escape reality.

No more worry about lice, no more itching.

In his limited life, Huai Shi understood the truth: no matter how human beings work hard to save money, when it is time to spend krypton, it will always be spent ... you do n’t spend it, maybe someone else will help you spend it Or, there is no chance to spend in the future.

Isn't that money?

No more earning ...

Already accustomed to the intense pain of convulsions in his heart, Huai Shi lifted the teacup with tears and sipped it out.

Then froze in place.

"how are you feeling?"

The long head came up and looked at him expectantly: "This time I used a new formula, should the effect be good?"

"... It feels so good!"

Huai Shi bowed his head incredulously, looking at the tea cup in his hand, and felt a wonderful tea fragrance still around his mouth. The tea that he drank into his belly seemed to rise, bringing a continuous and wonderful response, which made him unable to breathe, swept away the troubles in his chest, and his body and mind were quiet.

The restless heart quickly calmed down and felt a moment of serenity.

"How did it cook?" He sipped the tea in his cup carefully. "I'll go back and prepare a little bit."

The office manager laughed, and looked old and relieved: "Sure enough, Mr. Huai Shi, you know art best, so I will write down the method later. Although many of them depend on experience to judge, you Try more and you will always be as good as I am. "

"Tell me carefully." Huai Shi's eyes lit up and asked over.

Just as the two exchanged tea-making skills and cooking skills, there was a faint roar over their heads.

At this moment, the iron pedestal was suspended above the sky, but a dark shadow appeared on the iron pedestal's deck, gradually extending forward.

The unreal light source transformed by the vault giant is dead.

The overwhelming cluster of airships roared from a higher altitude.

The clerk's words stopped a little, then looked up, staring at the airship cluster going away, and couldn't help squinting.

"I have to say that this reckless and retreat gesture is really pleasing to the eye."

With that said, he raised his teacup and said goodbye to the emblem of the Ivy League above the flagship of the airship, watching the losers leave.

Huaishi tried to raise his head and looked up.

Vaguely seemed to be able to see at the very top of the flagship, and there were two faint shadows overlooking them, but it was not clear. But one of the outlines is very familiar.

"farewell."

He raised his hand and waved hard.

The opponent also raised his hand.

A shadow of a **** was cast on the deck on the iron crystal base, and finally, a neck was gestured.

——Scumbag, the shark has gotten you in three days, the skin has been picked for you!

This is probably what it means.

Huai Shi raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and watched the shadow of the airship drift away, taking back his eyes.

Continue to drink tea.

Start enjoying the life of salted fish again.

"Speaking of that, there is still good news before I can tell you." The Registrar suddenly said: "But thinking about it, it is better to let the person thank you in person."

"party?"

Huai Shi raised his head in doubt.

Seeing the man who had been waiting for a long time, he widened his eyes and froze in place.

"Look, Huai Shi, you didn't do nothing." The chief raised his brows happily. "In this hell, at least one person was saved because of you ..."

"Condra?" Huaixi is incredible, "You, are you alive?"

"Although I don't know why I was selected by the records of the Kingdom of Heaven, I am alive for the time being?"

The thing once called ‘Condra’ looked down like a soul, and thanked her chest, “Thank you for everything, Mr. Huai Shi.”

In his hand, a heavy book emerged.

--"Les Miserables".

"Is that right?"

In a sudden surprise, Huai Shi laughed.

"It seems that there are occasionally good things in hell!"

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"Have you made any friends, Liz?"

In the higher sky, on the outer deck above the airship airbag, the old man in the wheelchair turned back and looked at the angry girl beside him.

Liz looked back, with a serious expression: "Will anyone be called a friend, teacher."

Michelle sighed: "I think it's good for you to make more friends. If you always look like a high priest, sometimes you feel lonely?"

"When I peel off his skin to the skinner, sacrifice the offal to Kukulkan, and give the heart and head to the first sun, I will consider making friends with the rest of him."

Liz replied seriously: "Besides, I don't think it's possible to get along with that guy in a friendly way. Please take a rest and recuperate, don't think about it all right? It's so cold outside, you should go back."

"Just blowing it, what's the big deal?"

Michelle shook his head indifferently, looked down, looking at the steel bracelet like a shackle on his wrist, just on the small display of the bracelet, there was a slight orange glow.

It has gradually faded from the red area, but there is no safe green zone.

This is proof of soul pollution.

Signs of solidification.

He knows his own affairs.

It's as if miracles and disasters are often both sides.

As an alchemist, Michelle could n’t have wondered what he was doing.

Beyond his own limits, regardless of the consequences, he hastily urged the miracles to mark and run in **** for such a long time ... Before that, he already knew the possible consequences.

The so-called sublimation and solidification are concepts relative to the sea of ​​silver, and are the terms used to describe and define the state of the soul.

Corresponds to the division of the state of matter in physics-liquid, gas and solid.

If the souls of all human beings are transformed into an endless ocean, and the sea of ​​silver that holds up the three blockades is liquid, then the sublimator who separates himself from the sea of ​​silver is a gaseous state. No matter how large it is, compared to the sea of ​​silver, it is small like a plume of water.

Conversely, those who fall into the **** by the gravity of the abyss will become solid.

It's like three different intervals on a status bar.

Unfortunately, there is no possibility of reversal, and its changes are often unidirectional.

Once the sublimator is detached from the sea of ​​silver, the source can no longer return to the sea of ​​silver after death. Once the abyss is selected and solidified, the original lightness cannot be restored.

The existence of the sublimator is like a barrier, between the solid state represented by **** and the liquid state represented by the present.

Once the erosion of **** cannot be resisted, the soul will usher in assimilation of **** in the dissolution of the sacred mark, and finally solidify and form again.

It's like smashing the original things and putting them together again, which is not what it used to be.

The price of soul sublimation is to face hell.

Embracing the side effects of miracles, even disasters will follow suit.

The sacred marks representing ‘miracles’ and the disasters representing ‘deep abyss’ are both the same source, but they are expressed in very different ways.

The sublimator is given a miracle, and the solidifier is the disaster itself.

Even if they are only present in the present situation, it will increase the distortion of the entire present situation. Even if they do nothing, they themselves will accelerate the decline of the current situation.

Not to mention, how desperate they would do in pursuit of distortion.

This is no longer within the control of the subjective will.

Just as Sacred Mark instinctively pursues miracles and pursues its own destiny, the disaster after solidification will also yearn for growth.

One is the diffusion of growth and the other is the devouring of death, which is essentially different.

Any coagulator will be regarded as cancer cells in the current situation, and be regarded as an enemy by the sea of ​​silver, not to mention the hunt and eradication of the Astronomical Society. The three major blockades have suppressed ...

And now, Michelle even feels incredible: he is still alive, but he still has some signs and signs of solidification, and he has not fallen into the abyss completely.

In addition to the scary medical technology of Ivy League itself, it can only be said that luck is incredible.

Everyone was relieved and thanked the gods for their blessing.

But Michelle felt that maybe ... there was a possibility of shame.

——The king **** of Mikhail deliberately left his hand, even indirectly interfering with the degree of his erosion, deliberately choosing passive defense, and did not give him the opportunity to cross that fatal boundary.

He is not allowed to fall into that ugly state ...

Just thinking of the possibility of this, Michelle couldn't help but want to punish himself in shame.

The guy knew long ago that he would not be grateful even if he was alive, but he still made a choice. Compared with this kind of supreme mercy and charity, compared with solidification and death, Michelle really did not know which one caused him more pain.

In the cold wind at high altitude, the old man in a wheelchair took a breath and sighed softly: "Autism and arrogance, which one is more annoying, Liz."

Liz thought about it and shook her head: "I don't know, it feels very troublesome."

"Yeah, it's very troublesome. You shouldn't have a relationship with such a person at the beginning. It is best to let him go far away and never appear in front.

Michelle said, looking at the silhouette of the distant iron crystal base gradually disappearing, but couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Suddenly recalled what happened decades ago.

That is still so vivid memories today.

In the dim sunlight in the afternoon, he saw the silent young boy next to the teacher for the first time.

The teenager lowered his head and pursed his lips slightly, daring not to look up at the eyes of others. His black hair glowed with golden light under the sunset.

The teacher said, "His name is Mikhail, the same as yours ..."

When you stretched out your hand with a smile and expressed goodwill to the teenager, did you expect the present scene?

Rather than having a happy memory for a while, and then turning back to hatred at the end, it might be better to not look good on both sides at first, it would be better not to have more contacts

He sighed and closed his eyes in sorrow.

The last counterattack of self-restraint came to an end.

After all, it failed.

"Sorry, teacher." Liz lowered her head, not knowing how to face him: "If at that time I ..."

"What does this have to do with you, Liz."

Michelle looked up, looking at her guilt: "Does the teacher's failure still require students to take responsibility? It is also too unreasonable.

Moreover, in the face of such enemies, who is so brilliant and dazzling heroes, who dare to say that they have the certainty of victory? "

Liz didn't speak.

"Look up, Liz."

Michelle reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "It's just a loss, don't worry about it ... The teacher lost a game, how can even the students become downcast?"

He said: "Let's go back, it's too windy outside."

Liz nodded, pushed up the wheelchair, and walked towards the open door.

In sleepiness, Michelle heard the girl behind him.

"Please let me know what the teacher has not done."

In the silence, Liz promised softly: "I will win, keep winning—until everyone knows that Liz Hutmork's teacher is Michelle."

Michelle froze for a long time.

"Okay."

He smiled and nodded seriously, "If the teacher can't do it, you will work hard."

This is the agreement between the teacher and the apprentice.

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"No need to disturb them. Let's deal with the rest."

In the cabin, Pan Delong looked at the scene under surveillance. For a long time, he withdrew his eyes and looked up.

After a heavy transparent wall, and before scholars and alchemists, the wreckage hung by countless devices-a huge creation like a dormant warehouse.

That's the only loot of the Ivy League, the last wreckage of the heart of Yongfron.

One of the disasters left by the founders.

——Eternal Life Machine!

"Second prize."

The old man sighed softly: "Although I didn't get the heart of the permafrost furnace, but with this thing, the construction period of the" Sunstone "can be shortened at least."

Along with the final seal injection, the liquid source material like the torrent was poured into the isolation bin, quickly qualitatively frozen, and this precious disaster sample was completely sealed.

The immortal machine is saved.

"Let's go."

Pan Delong returned his gaze and turned towards the bridge.

Before long, in the roar, the huge wind tunnel opened at the end of hell.

The mighty cluster of airships departed, no longer nostalgic.

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"have they gone?"

On the bridge of the Iron Crystal, Grand Master waved indifferently and switched the projection of the large screen. So the huge design emerged from the transmission, almost occupying the entire bridge.

But even with such a large scale, it is still impossible to clearly show the details in it, and it can only barely show some of the outlines.

"The scale of the project is much larger than expected." Grandmaster frowned. "I'm afraid it can't be successfully completed by the iron crystal base alone."

"Of course it's not just you. I've used the Xuanlong flute to send the signal. About half a month later," Red Deer "and" Grey Stork "will report."

Russell said: "In addition to Bai Dou's other tasks, the four campuses in the abyss will obey your instructions. All the power of the Ivory Tower in **** is entrusted to you, Mikhail."

"Not enough." Grand Master shook his head.

"After all, it is not the time when the ideal country is still there, and the family can be squandered casually. You must learn to be frugal." Russell sighed: "We have limited conditions, you must always be frugal ... Moreover, a whole mechanized **** It's ready-made, right in front of your eyes, hasn't this solved the most arduous work? "

"Do you think alchemy is building a house?"

Mikhail glared: "Even if the mechanized **** is completed, it can't be used casually! Recasting the Underworld Giant is not that simple! Do you expect me to make a defective product?"

"What if we recede for the second?"

Russell suddenly asked, "What if we don't rebuild Osiris?"

Grandmaster frowned: "You play with me to change the set of needs? Do you want Lao Tzu to redo the design for you?"

"No ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I mean, are there five levels of the Eternal Road, isn't there two?"

Russell said: "Osiris is no longer suitable for today's era, Mikhail.

For example, what the national genealogy needs today is not to destroy all war weapons, but a camp that can cultivate and recuperate, a temporary home, a retreat, and an existence that is sufficient to replace the "home of nothing." "

Along with Russell's words, the design suspended in the bridge suddenly changed.

The giant that originally created the underworld disappeared, replaced by a majestic and sacred outline, which is also the fifth order of the heavenly lineage and the eternal road, and is also a huge miracle like an artificial **** ...

In the silence, Grand Master's eyes gradually light up.

"--Heroes of Heavenly Fortress!"

(End of this chapter)